This isn’t cheating, but man does it feel like it. Then there’s the fact that my body is starting to ache with need. It’s almost painful as it begins to take over from deep inside of my belly. It begins to flow through me, it starts out as a warm, aching need, then slowly, it begins to cause my blood to almost boil beneath my skin.
This isn’t a want any longer. This is a need. A need that isn’t going to go away until it’s satisfied and I’m not sure how to do that, but judging by the way my pussy hurts, not just aches, but flat-out hurts, I have a feeling there is only one way to make this go away.
Colt releases my neck, then straightens himself, but he doesn’t make a move to climb off of me. Instead, I watch as he takes his shirt off. My entire body freezes at the sight of his bare chest.
Reaching out, I can’t stop myself, I can’t help placing my palm against the smattering of hair at the center of his chest.
He lifts his hand, curling his fingers around my wrist, and holds me there. His eyes connect to mine, his facial expression is unreadable, but he watches me and I wait for him to speak. He is thinking of something, I can tell that he is almost lost in thought, but he stays quiet as seems to be his way.
Shifting my hand from his chest, I slide it down to the side of his waist and dig my fingernails into his skin. He grunts, shifting forward, and plants his hand in the pillow beside my head. I lay down flat, looking up at him. He grins down at me, but it isn’t a true smile, it’s a smirk and it’s hot as shit.
“Do you need something?” he asks, his voice deep and husky.
I could play coy. I could pretend that I don’t want what I want. I should do just that and let him walk away. Maybe even push him away, but I can’t. My entire body feels as though it’s on pins and needles, like when your foot falls asleep and it’s waking back up—it fucking hurts.
“You.”
The single word, it’s simple and it doesn’t say much, it’s a single word, but it also says a hell of a lot. It says everything, because in this moment, it’s all that I can say.
His growl fills the small bedroom and I feel his hands at my hips. He grips my thin undergarment shirt and tugs it up and over my body.
I should probably be self-conscious because this is a stranger and he’s just taken my shirt off, but I’m not. The only thing that I can think about is him inside of me, relieving this ache.
I don’t know why, I’ve never felt this way before, but I only have the sensations of need and desire flowing through me. I need him to cure this ache and I desire his touch, his gaze, and his lips everywhere on my body. I’ve never felt more confident than I do right in this moment.
Reaching between us, I find the button to his pants and tug against it. Colt moans, leaning forward and touching his mouth to mine. His tongue slices across the seam of my lips and I open for him, wishing both of our bottoms were off so that other parts of him could slide into other parts of mine.
I’m surprised when I don’t find a zipper. After I unbutton the waist, there is a string that ties the fly together from the inside of the pants. Releasing those, I reach to the sides of his waist, having noticed earlier that there were small buckles on each side that cinched the pants tight and release those.
When I’ve finally got the waist of his pants undone, only then do I push them down slightly and reach for his length. He grunts as I begin to stroke him. I’m careful not to go too hard or too quickly, wanting this to last as long as possible and since we don’t know one another’s bodies, yet, that could get tricky.
“Birdie,” he rasps, breaking the kiss, but not before he nips my bottom lip and slowly shifts away from me completely.
Unlike me, Colt is no stranger to the clothing from this time, or to women’s clothing at all. He has my little bloomer long shorts off in an instant, my smaller little bloomer panties are off even faster.
Then, before I can blink, his trousers are thrown off to the side and I’m in nothing but some thick thigh-high stockings. They’re gorgeous, by the way, they must be made of silk, they’re so delicate and held up by ribbon at the tops.
Why can’t I stop thinking about these insignificant things when he’s right here in front of me?
Colt is on his knees at the foot of the bed, completely naked, his hand wrapped around his hard cock and his head tilted to the side as he watches me, his eyes roaming up and down my body several times before they find mine again.
Pressing my lips together, I inhale a deep breath and without being prompted, I do something that I’ve never done before.
Rising to my hands, I place my palms next to my hips and I bend my legs at the knees before I slowly spread them wide, exposing all of myself to him—to a virtual stranger, possibly in another dimension.
COLT
My body jerks the moment her legs spread wide and I can see every single aspect of her body. This should not affect me this much, but it does. My body doesn’t just want her—it needs her. I’ve never felt this way before and I know, in the back of my mind that this
