Chapter 61
Lydia
We’ve barely made it inside Colby’s front door before he’s kissing me passionately and ripping off my clothes. When he’s got me naked, he buries his face in my breasts and sucks my nipples while frantically fumbling with the buttons of his jeans.
I help him rip off his pants and then his shirt and briefs, and the minute we’re both naked, I literally leap up and hurl myself at him, taking for granted he’ll catch me. And he does, of course. Without missing a beat, my strong fireman catches me in his muscular arms, hoists me up by my ass, and guides me to cling to him like a baby monkey. The minute he’s positioned his tip at my wet entrance, I wrap my arms fiercely around his neck, smash my breasts against him, and I slam myself down on his steely hardness. At the sensation of him impaling me and burrowing all the way in, we both let out simultaneous gasps and moans of relief.
“Worth the wait,” Colby chokes out.
I ride him furiously while kissing him like a lunatic, and Colby somehow manages to cross the room through my attack.
He carries me down a short hall and into his bedroom and all the while, I continue riding him. Once in his bedroom, he throws me onto his bed, making me shriek with excitement. And then, his eyes blazing, he lurches at me, opens my thighs wide, places the backs of my thighs onto his broad shoulders, slides his fingers simultaneously into my wetness and up my ass, and devours my clit with his lips and tongue until I’m gripping the bed cover and gasping for air.
When I climax, it’s a big one. And from the excited sounds Colby’s making, he’s loving every minute of it. He sits on the edge of the bed, pulls me onto his shoulders facing his face, so that my thighs are resting on his shoulders and my crotch is smothering his mouth, and then he stands, cradling my hips and pulling me up along with him.
I squeal. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Showing you how big and strong I am now.”
I giggle. “Colby.”
But my laughter is short-lived. In short order, he’s got my back pinned against a wall and his face in my crotch and I’m holding onto the top of his blonde head for dear life. This is insane. But awfully exciting, I must admit.
In no time at all, I come into his mouth, probably at least partly from the sheer exhilaration of being eaten out from way up here—and when I’m done rippling into his mouth, Colby slides me off his shoulders and down, cradles my back in his strong arms to support my descent, and he lays me onto my back on his bed. Without hesitation, he slides his fingers inside me, presses his lips against my ear, and begins swiping at my G-spot with firm, confident strokes while dirty-talking into my ear.
“Holy hell, you’re on fire,” I grit out.
“I’ve had a long time to choreograph this.”
My pleasure ratchets up. And up and up and up. I arch my back and whimper. I’ve never experienced pleasure the way I do with Colby. The kind that’s so damned hot, it blurs with pain.
“Tell me how much you want my cock,” he commands, still swiping at my G-spot like he owns it. I whisper to him, telling him every naughty thing he wants to know, and, within a couple minutes, the muscles deep inside my womb tighten sharply, like my body is getting ready to expel a demon. There’s a deep, dull ache in my core. A crazy tingling sensation...
“Clear your mind and let go,” Colby commands, his fingertips pushing me to the edge of ecstasy. “Breathe deeply.”
I take a deep breath as instructed and then...
“Oh, God!” I blurt. “That feels—”
I can’t finish the sentence. In a delicious torrent, my womb releases in warm rhythmic waves that leave me convulsing from head to toe.
“Get inside me,” I beg. “I want you.”
But Colby ignores me. He shifts his fingers inside me and begins swiping at that spot way in the back. The one I never knew existed until Colby introduced me to it.
“I can’t,” I whisper, still jerking with aftershocks of my last orgasm.
“You can,” he whispers. “You’re gonna listen to my voice and do whatever I tell you to do. And then you’re gonna come harder than you ever have.”
“Colby,” I breathe. “What are you doing to me?”
“I’m taking you places you’ve never been before, baby. I’m taking you to The Promised Land.”
As his fingers work their magic, he begins to talk to me. He tells me I’m sexy as fuck. That I taste like heaven. He says he almost came in the pool at the clinic when he first saw me in my bathing suit and that he’s had wet dreams about that moment ever since. He tells me he’s jerked off for months to fantasies of me. That he wakes up at night, hard as a rock, dreaming of eating me out. He tells me I smell good. Look good. Taste good. That my voice makes him hard. My hazel eyes make him come. That he’s dreamed of fucking me since he was a teenager. “I used to dream of you all the time,” he whispers. “I didn’t know it was you until I saw you. But then I remembered you—the fantasy I’ve always had, ever since I got my first boner. I dreamed of you, Lydia. It’s always been you. Oh, God, you’re so wet for me, baby.”
Jesus Christ. He’s good.
“You feel how you’re tightening?” he whispers. “You feel that?”
I whimper. “I feel it. What are you doing to me?” I’m so wet, I’m beginning to make a loud sloshing noise against his fingers.
“I’m showing you what your body can do,” he says. “Listen to my voice. Focus on the pleasure. Clear your mind, breathe, and listen to my voice.”
He continues whispering into my ear as his fingers work their magic, and when the evidence of his need drips onto my hand, that’s it. My tipping point. For a split second, I feel a flash of what my brain perceives as brutal pain. It feels so damned good, it hurts. And then, a heartbeat later, I’m hovering in suspended animation, awaiting a tidal wave that’s looming over my head... I spread my legs as wide as they’ll go, arch my back like I’m birthing a baby, and give in to pure ecstasy.
When my savage release ends, Colby crawls on top of me like he’s going to enter me, but when he sees my face, he freezes. “Tears,” he says, his voice tight.
I touch my cheeks, shocked at the accusation, and when my fingertips come back unexpectedly wet, I grin. “From pleasure,” I say. I touch my lover’s face. “Tears of joy, sweetheart. I swear on a stack of bibles. I’m feeling nothing but pleasure and love.”
Relief washes over beautiful Colby’s face. Clearly, the expression on my face has convinced him of my sincerity.
I shudder with an aftershock from my orgasm. “I’m all yours, Colby. There’s no guilt. No regrets. No shame. Nobody else is in this bed with us. It’s just you and me.”
He lays his forearms on either side of my head, pushes his wet tip against my entrance, and plunges himself inside me.
I gasp at the utter deliciousness of it... and the depth of his thrusts.
I tilt my pelvis to receive him and, soon, we’re in a frenzy. Animals in heat.
He pulls out of me, flips me around, pulls me up onto all fours, plunges back inside me, and begins pounding me from behind.
We’re fucking without inhibition. Growling each other’s names.
Colby’s balls are swinging against my backside as he thrusts in and out of me. His skin is slapping against mine. He grabs my swinging breast with his free hand and squeezes, and I come hard around his cock—so hard, I collapse onto the mattress.
Colby turns my limp body onto my back, folds my legs up and over his shoulders and slams into me again.
I grip Colby’s face and pull him to me for a deep kiss, my hips tilting up and back to receive his cock, and he responds by devouring my mouth and fucking me even harder.
“I love you,” I choke out, my every molecule melting and exploding with the fusion of our bodies. “I love you,” I blurt again, and then again and again, over and over, euphoria swelling inside me. I love Colby. I’m his now. And I won’t feel guilty or sorry for a minute about it. I want this. I need this. I deserve this.
In a flash, our mutual pleasure spikes and then quickly boils over. My interior muscles clench around Colby’s hardness, sending him over the edge along with me.
When Colby’s body finishes rippling inside mine, he collapses on top of me, gasping for air.
We’re silent for a long moment. Sweaty. Breathing hard. Our limbs entangled.
Finally, Colby lifts his head, levels me with his startling blue eyes, grins wickedly, and says, “Round one.”