A second later, his hand was between my thighs, shoving my soaked thong to one side. He brushed a fingertip against my clit, and my breath came out in a strangled gasp.
“Fuck me,” I said, not hiding my impatience or my need.
He lowered his head and bit my nipple through my nightie. “You need to understand something, darlin’. You’re not the one in control, I am.”
He threaded his arms around my waist, lifted me from his thigh, and set my ass on the edge of the table, knocking the breakfast plates out of the way as he did. “I’ll fuck you when I’m ready, not when you tell me to.”
He positioned my feet on the armrests of his chair, then eased my thighs apart. After a few seconds of uncertainty about showing him my body, I thought screw it and yanked my nightie over my head. Although I wasn’t cold, I shivered, and my already beaded nipples puckered to points.
“Now isn’t that a sight for sore eyes?” Colt leaned back, his hooded eyes lingering on my breasts, drinking them in. “Everything about you is fucking perfect.”
For a second, I couldn’t catch my breath. The heavy desire in his words thrilled me and left my stomach jittery. “Let me see you. Take your clothes off. I want to see all of your tattoos.”
“Remember when I said I was the one in control? I meant it.”
He moved his fingertips between my legs, tracing them up and down my folds but not once touching my clit. My back arched, my hips flexed, and I bit my lip to stifle the moan hovering in my throat. I would have to take matters into my own hands if he didn’t touch me soon.
“There something you want, sweetheart?”
I tried to ignore his teasing tone, but a frustrated groan fell from my lips. He removed his fingertips and lowered his head between my legs. Dizziness engulfed me, and I tried to suck in a deep breath to regain my equilibrium, but it was next to impossible.
I was going to die.
“Want me to stop, darlin’? Just say the word.” Continuing his torture, he wrapped his hands beneath my thighs, anchoring me in place.
I shook my head.
“That’s what I thought.”
With no buildup, he clamped his lips over the hood of my swollen clit and began to suck in a slow and steady rhythm. Every cell in my body fizzed, and my nipples pebbled as blistering heat danced along my skin.
He continued to lick and tease me as if he had all the time in the world and not like I was on the verge of spontaneously combusting.
I’d never had a man’s face between my legs before, and I loved, loved, loved everything about having Colt’s there. Just as I loved, loved, loved every creative swirl of his tongue, every nibble of his teeth, and every deep pull of his lips.
Our eyes locked. He began to suck, faster and faster, harder and harder. I bucked up against his mouth, whimpering, writhing, and moaning at the sweet torture. Colt chuckled, and the slight vibration drove me closer to the edge. Even if I’d wanted to, no way could I stop the orgasm building inside of me from breaking free.
The intensity of looking at him was too much. I closed my eyes and moaned softly, deeply. Then an all-consuming climax washed over me. My hips thrashed, and I thrust myself against his mouth, rubbing and riding, taking all I could.
My shaking legs buckled, but Colt held them steady while the last rippling waves of my orgasm rolled over me.
After I had no more to give, my head lolled forward with my hair clinging to my sweat misted skin.
Colt raised his head and grinned, the lower half of his face slick with the evidence of my climax.
“Too much for you?”
Unable to form words, I both shook and nodded my head.
“Good, ‘cos I’m not finished with you.”
Lowering his head again, he swirled his tongue over my still pulsing clit.
“No,” I cried. “I can’t.”
Reaching up, he flicked his fingers over my nipples, making them tingle and tighten. He lifted his head and said, “Looks like I’ll have to remind you again who’s in charge.”
Chapter Four
Colt
I stood in front of my bathroom mirror and wiped the condensation away. The reflection belonged to a man I didn’t recognize.
When did I get a conscience?
Not screwing her on the kitchen table almost killed me. For the life of me, I don’t know why I didn’t take her when I had the chance.
Maybe part of me thought I was somehow acting chivalrous. Yeah, real chivalrous eating her out no less than four times.
So much for my plan to stay away from her.
I stepped beneath the pounding spray and pressed my hand against the cold tiles, my dick pulsing painfully.
Nat was currently fast asleep in my bed. Four orgasms in a row would take it out of anyone.
A flash of her face mid-orgasm shot into my mind’s eye, and my cock jerked, looking for some much-needed release. I couldn’t hold off taking care of myself any longer.
Reaching down, I curled my fingers around my shaft and moved my hand up and down.
I wouldn’t last long, so there was no point trying to go slow. What would her sweet lips feel like wrapped around my dick, or her tongue feel like licking my balls?
I could tell she wasn’t all that experienced, but she was a sensuous and responsive woman who wasn’t afraid to take her enjoyment or show it. Fucking her and then spraying my cum all over her sexy body was the stuff dreams were made of.
Were she here, I’d have her kneel
