“Still touching yourself?” He slid a hand to her damp sex, feeling for her fingers, and was pleased to notice that she was.
“Yes,” she said breathlessly.
“Good,” he murmured. His fingers moved over the small of her back—fuckin’ beautiful, that little spot of flesh—and gently pushed her downward. “You ready, darlin’?”
As he watched, she nodded and pressed her cheek to the rain slicker. Her entire body quivered, and she was biting her lip again.
He moved behind her and with his knee, gently nudged her own apart. “I can’t see your face this way, darlin’. You’re going to have to tell me if it’s good or not, okay? We won’t go on until it’s good for you.”
“O-okay,” she breathed, and shifted a little, parting her legs even more for him. Good girl.
His hands rested on her ass for a moment—so sweet and plump. Damn, she had a nice ass. Even though his c**k was killing him and he wanted nothing more in the world than to sink it deep inside her, he forced himself to stop, stroking the smooth flesh of her bu**ocks. So damn lovely. She liked that, too, judging by the soft little sound of pleasure that came from her throat. He ran one hand down her spine. “You still touching yourself, darlin’?”
“Yes,” she said, and the sound came out as a half-breathless sob. Her hips rolled a little at the response, as if seeking his cock. His hand went to the base of his shaft and he guided the head against her wet, waiting heat. Her entrance was slick and so hot that he nearly came right then. His fingers clenched against her ass. Her hips did that little roll again and she moaned.
He stopped.
“Colt, please,” she said in a low voice.
“Tell me what you need, Beth Ann.” It was sheer torture not sinking deep inside her, but he wanted to hear her voice. Wanted to know that she was with him all the way. So he nudged the crown of his c**k against her tight opening and waited.
She wiggled below him, another moan rising from her throat. “Please…”
He tapped a hand lightly on her ass. “Tell me.”
“Push,” she panted. “Push deep.”
He pushed in, groaning low in his own throat as her tight warmth threatened to suck him deeper. One nice, hard thrust and he’d be seated to the hilt inside her, her pu**y so tight and hot around him. Fuck. Why was he torturing her—and himself—with this?
“Deeper, Colt,” she moaned, reminding him. Ah, yes. There was nothing f**king sweeter than her moaning his name. And since she’d asked so damn nicely, he pushed deeper, until he was about halfway in. His teeth were gritted with restraint, and he gave her a shallow thrust, only to feel her entire pu**y spasm around him. And oh f**k, that felt so good that his eyes nearly rolled back in his head.
“Deeper, Colt,” she panted. “Oh please…deep…hard…”
“Still touching yourself?”
“Y-yes,” she sobbed. “Oh, Colt…”
“What is it?” he asked, thrusting shallowly again, torturing her with only a taste of what he could give her. “Tell me what you need.”
“Colt, please.” Her voice quivered and then a moment later, she said, “I need you in me.”
He growled and slammed deep into her, pushing all the way in, hard. His breath exited his throat in a hiss. Goddamn. She felt amazing. Her pu**y clenched around him like a hot little fist, squeezing his cock. She was incredibly tight. “Like that, darlin’?”
She gasped, inhaling sharply.
He froze, worried he’d hurt her. She was so tight.
“Again,” she moaned. “Again, Colt. Please!”
His hands dug into the flesh of her soft hips and he growled low in his throat, thrusting hard once more. She felt so good he wanted to keep thrusting and thrusting until he filled her up. Pound into her until she was seeing stars, blissed out of her mind.
She cried out again, and this time he realized she was calling out his name.
And f**k if that didn’t cause him to nearly lose it. He slammed into her, over and over again. Thrusting hard. Pounding into her.
And she kept repeating his name, her voice broken and gasping, every word moaned almost incoherently. And she didn’t stop moaning. “Again, Colt. Again. Oh God, again.”
As if he was ever f**king stopping. He thrust into her, his entire body moving with the force of each pumping thrust, and he watched her hips rising to meet his thrusts, her blond hair spread out on the rain slicker, her eyes squeezed shut as she moaned, and she still rubbed and rubbed between her hips, even as he thrust into her. So he thrust harder, and faster, because he wanted to f**k her until she couldn’t do anything but yell his name.
And then she screamed. Her pu**y clenched around him, milking him tight, and her entire body shuddered. Her hips jerked—she was coming. And she was screaming.
And it was the hottest f**king thing he’d ever heard. His own orgasm roared through him. His c**k jerked deep inside her and he bit out her name as he came, his release pouring forth with a rush. He ground his hips into her plush ass as he came, letting the wave of sensation carry him.
Damn.
That had been intense. Amazing. Mind-blowingly hot. He ran a hand over her ass one last time, and then slipped out of her, turning away to roll off the condom and toss it into the fire. When he turned back to look at her, she was still in the same place, sprawled, her ass in the air, as if she didn’t have the energy to move.
He chuckled at that. He’d f**ked her into a stupor. He liked that. Colt lay down beside her and pulled her against him, and she snuggled close, still breathing as hard as he was.
“You okay?” he asked, panting. He ran a hand down his chest. He was all sweaty. Too bad there wasn’t a shower—or a river nearby. Of course, he couldn’t take her to the damn river. She’d know he’d been lying to her, and then he’d have some serious explaining to do.
“I think I died just then,” she said in an exhausted voice. “Died and all my bones turned to water.”
He leaned in and kissed her temple. “You’re welcome.”
She thumped his chest lightly, seeming to recover a little. “You’re so arrogant.”
“Of course I am,” he said, just a bit smug as his hand ran over her ass and cupped one cheek, tugging her even closer to him. Her skin, even sweaty, was as silky as the rest of her. He wanted all of it against him. “You were screaming my name just a minute ago and calling me your ‘sweet lord.’ It’s enough to bolster any man’s ego.”