Chapter 35
Lydia
My clothes are off and lying at my feet. I look down at Colby in the pool, my clit throbbing and my naked skin erupting in goose bumps. Somehow, I resist the urge to cross my arms over my chest.
“You’re a goddess,” he says, his hard-on straining. “Get in, sweetheart. I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good.”
Twitching with yearning and nerves, I lower my butt onto the pool ledge and then slip into the warm water right in front of Colby. And the minute I’m in the pool, he takes two steps toward me, places both his large palms on my cheeks, nudges his erection into my belly, and kisses me.
I throw my arms around his neck and press myself into his hard-on and then instantly pull back, worried I’ve been too rough with him. “Your leg,” I whisper. “Does it hurt?”
“It’s fine. Don’t think about me. This is all about you.”
“But are you okay?”
“I’m the best I’ve ever been.”
He pins me against the ledge of the pool and kisses me passionately, and when he’s got me quaking with desire against him, he slides his fingers inside me and begins swiping at my G-spot with firm, confident strokes. After a while, his mouth leaves mine and travels to one of my hard nipples as his fingers continue working me.
I begin quaking. Oh, God, he’s good.
Colby gives one of my peaked nipples a good, strong suck, and my body reacts like he’s just sucked on my clit.
“Oh my God,” I blurt. My knees buckle, but he holds me up.
I reach down and stroke Colby’s erection, eager to give him reciprocal pleasure, but, soon, I’m too enraptured by the movement of his fingers inside me and his lips on my breast to do anything but throw my head back and groan.
Colby kisses my extended neck as I throw my head back. “That’s it,” he growls. “Let go, Lydia.”
I make a sound I’ve never made before. A kind of guttural groan mixed with a heave.
“That’s it, baby,” Colby says, nipping at my neck. “Let it out. You’ve waited a long time for this. Let go and surrender to it.”
I feel like my eyes are about to roll back into my head. But I won’t let them. Something is holding me back. “I want you inside me,” I choke out. “I’m not gonna come. Just get inside me.”
“Like hell you’re not. Clear your mind, sweetheart. It’s like riding a bike. Listen to my voice.”
He begins whispering to me. Coaxing me. Seducing me with his voice. His fingers inside me feel insanely good. His wet skin against mine is delicious. And his words are perfect—variously dirty, sensual, adoring. I’m so turned on, I feel like I’m about to lose all control...
And yet...
I just can’t get there.
I can’t do it.
Something is holding me back.
Out of nowhere, Colby mutters an expletive, picks me up, and places my ass on the ledge of the pool. As water drips from my naked flesh onto the cool concrete, he unceremoniously spreads my legs wide, slides several fingers inside me again—this time deep, deep inside me to a different place than my G-spot—and he begins passionately eating my clit while fingering me.
And that’s it.
I come undone into his mouth.
Whether I feel fully ready to do it or not, my body has its own idea.
As my insides twist and warp around Colby’s fingers and onto his tongue, I press my palms flush against the hard cement behind me and scream with pleasure. Holy hell. It’s so unlike me to scream in the throes of passion. I’m more of a quiet moaner than a screamer. Sometimes, a whisperer. Or, at least, I was a whisperer, back in the day. After three years of doing this with me, myself, and I and nobody else, I honestly can’t remember what I’m normally like when I have an orgasm with a partner. But I’m pretty sure it’s not like this.
In a frenzy, Colby pulls my twitching body off the ledge and into the water. I’m expecting him burrow himself inside me and screw the hell out of me now, but he surprises me by kissing me passionately and sliding his fingers deep inside me again. Deep, deep, deep his fingers go—until he’s fingering that same unexpected spot way in the back of my core. A spot I didn’t realize was an erotic button until now. But, I’ll be damned, in short order, much faster than I knew was possible after an initial orgasm, I begin warping again, even more intensely than last time. Yet again, I shriek with pleasure, and this time the pleasure is so all-consuming, it brings tears to my eyes. Holy fuck, is this an orgasm or an exorcism?
“Are you on the pill?” he grits out.
“IUD. Oh, God, get inside me.”
Colby pushes my back against the ledge of the pool, feels between my legs to find his target, and slides his rather impressive cock inside me.
“Lydia,” he growls as he thrusts into me. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”
I moan into his ear, tears streaming down my face. “This feels so good,” I choke out.
“You own me, baby,” Colby says. “You have no idea how much you own me.”
I close my eyes and grip his broad shoulders, barreling toward another release. I’ve wanted Colby inside me so badly for so long, dreamed about it. Fantasized. But the reality of him far exceeds any fantasy. He’s way better than I thought he’d be. Far better than anything I’ve ever—
My eyes shoot open.
In the midst of my pleasure, a lightning bolt of guilt shoots through me and settles in my stomach just as Colby stiffens, impales me with his hard cock, and comes like a rocket inside me.
When he’s finished, Colby puts his forehead against mine and says, “Now that’s what I call physical therapy.”
He chuckles but I can’t join him. I’m reeling. Bug-eyed. Mind-fucked.
Guilty.
How is it possible sex with Colby was that good? I knew it would be good, but how could it be better than I remember sex with Darren? I mean, that’s crazy, right? I must be so starved for sex after three years, so desperate, I’m simply ultra-sensitive.
Colby kisses my neck, oblivious to the thoughts racing inside my head. “You’re like a drug,” he says, breathing deeply. “You’re better than my fantasies.”
I suddenly feel like a deer in headlights.
At my stiff body language, Colby leans back and searches my face. “What’s wrong?”
I swallow hard, my heart racing. “I don’t think I can explain it.”
“Try.” He strokes my arm. “Lydia, talk to me.”
I wipe at my cheeks. “It just felt so good.”
He chuckles, but when I don’t join him, his brow knits. He studies my face intently for a long beat like he doesn’t understand what he’s seeing, and then says, “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you out of this pool and dried off. Looks like we need to talk.”