She moaned and arched underneath him. “Colt…your mouth.”
“Like it?” He lightly kissed the tip of her breast, and then slid to the valley between them, nuzzling the soft flesh there, before moving to her other breast and nipping the tip of it, ready to give it just as much attention as its companion.
Beth Ann’s nails raked over his shoulders, digging into his skin, and she whimpered. Firelight flickered over her creamy skin, and her bellybutton was dipped in shadow. He suddenly wanted to touch it, and brushed his knuckle over it, even as he scored her nipple with his teeth again.
Her hips lifted in response. “Please,” she murmured. “Colt, please. I need you.” As he watched, her hand began to slide down to her pu**y, to tease her clit as he feasted on her br**sts.
“Naughty girl,” he murmured, and his hand moved to cover hers.
She froze in place, her hand fluttering under his as she tried to pull away. “Sorry,” she said, and her voice was mortified.
“Don’t be sorry,” he said, and leaned in to kiss her once more, wanting that anxiety to disappear from her face. With his hand, he pushed her fingers between her legs. “Just wanted to remind you that this is a joint effort, darlin’.”
His fingers pushed against hers, and together, they parted the hot, wet folds of her sex, delving deep. She inhaled sharply and her hand relaxed under his. She was going to let him guide her. Her eyes were open wide, and she stared up at him, even as he kissed that full, delicious mouth.
Colt pressed her fingers over her clit. Pushed, and then stroked back and forth, rolling the small nub with the movement. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment and an aching, intense look swept over her face. “Oh, sweet lord.”
He gently moved her fingers back and forth, his fingers using hers to stroke that sensitive bud. Her mouth parted, her eyes shut, her head tilted back as he rubbed her clit slowly, surely, evenly. The movements were measured and precise, and he knew that would drive her crazy over time as she wanted more, needed more. And f**k if she wasn’t beautiful in her intensity. He watched her, writhing, hips raising in response to each measured stroke of his fingers. Her breath was coming in sharp little pants of need. He leaned down and kissed her neck, enjoying the tremors that rocked through her body. Her legs had fallen open wide, and she lay splayed beneath him, totally open to his touch, his cock—whatever he wanted to do to her, she’d let him. He liked the thought of that.
Her hand jerked under his, her fingers flexing. She made a soft, little circling motion with her fingers over her clit, and he felt her body stiffen. Ah. She was going to come. He wanted to watch this. Colt raised his head and his fingers pressed down harder on hers, and he mimicked the swirling motion she’d done. Her breath caught. He forced her to rub harder, faster, and then she bit her lip. She inhaled sharply, then exhaled hard, and the circles she was rubbing grew tighter, and harder, her eyes squeezed shut. He felt her legs tighten a little, felt her quiver, and then she let out a long, slow breath, a sigh of relief. Her legs relaxed and her fingers stopped their rubbing.
She’d come while biting her lip and being entirely silent. Another habit she’d picked up from good ol’ Allan? He didn’t want that. He wanted her screaming his name to the stars. So he continued to rub, enjoying that her body trembled with an aftershock as he stroked her fingers over her sensitive clit again. Her hand tried to pull away, but he kept it there, and rubbed again. Again, another aftershock trembled through her. Beth Ann’s eyes opened, and she gave him a dazed look of surprise, and he leaned in and kissed her hard, possessively, even as he continued to rub her clit. This time he went straight for the small, circling motions she seemed to like. Her hips tilted in response and she moaned softly.
That was better. “Keep rubbing yourself, darlin’.”
“But, Colt…I—”
“Came. I know.” He kissed her again to silence her protest, and continued to rub. She squirmed a little under him. “You can do it again for me. Keep rubbing.”
Her fingers twitched, and then she took up the rubbing again, her gaze flicking over him with hot need. He liked that she watched him while she rubbed herself, as if she was thinking about how he’d feel deep inside her. And f**k if he wasn’t thinking about that now, too.
“Keep rubbing,” he rasped. His hand slid away from hers and his fingers trailed down the slick valley of her pu**y, to where she was silky and damp with need. Her sharp little breaths jerked as he rubbed his finger against the opening of her sex, teasing her. She was so wet and hot underneath him. He slid a finger in, and was surprised to find her tighter than he’d thought. Had she not had sex in a long time? Oddly enough, that pleased him. He stroked his finger deep inside her and was rewarded with her little gasp. With his next stroke, he added another finger and then another, stretching her. His c**k was thick, and he didn’t want to hurt her.
He felt a tremor pulse through her legs, her pu**y. “Colt,” she gasped. “I’m going to—”
He thrust his fingers inside her again, hard, and she gave a small, broken moan in response, her hand trembling over her clit. The tremor rocked through her body and he knew she’d come again. The moan had been an improvement, at least. Her hand slowed, her fingers toying with her gleaming, wet flesh. He leaned down to taste the slickness and she moaned anew at the feel of his mouth and tongue flicking against her fingertips, her pu**y. She was delicious and so, so wet.
“Keep rubbing,” he told her.
Her small moan sounded like a protest. He slid his fingers from her body, reached for the condoms and tore one off. He ripped it open and rolled it down the length of his cock, noticing that her gaze followed his movements, suddenly hungry again. Her fingers began to circle once more, her eyes avid as she watched him. As he looked down at her, she licked her lips, and the sight of that pink tongue drove him insane with need. He grabbed her by the waist and hauled her up against him, pulled her in for a searing, hot kiss. She kissed him back, and her hand slid away.
“No,” he said softly. “Keep touching yourself.”
“But—” The look she gave him was clouded with desire and confusion.
“Turn around,” he said. “On your knees. Cheek on the ground. And keep touching yourself.”
She trembled at that, but obeyed. His hands slid over her beautiful, soft skin as she turned, presenting him with a full, lush ass. He couldn’t resist the urge and lightly slapped one full buttock. She jumped.