“God,” she says softly, “this view is spectacular.”
I join her, standing close enough that our arms brush.
“You did good tonight,” I tell her.
She glances up. “I know.”
I laugh, resting my forehead briefly against hers.
And for the first time in a long time, I don’t feel like I’m bracing for impact.
Instead, I step into her space again, slow and deliberate, giving her every chance to pull back, but she doesn’t. Her eyes lift to mine, lips already parted, like she knows what’s coming and is daring me to do it.
I kiss her.
Not rushed. Not hungry the way I usually am. This is exploratory.
My mouth moves against hers like I’m learning her all over again. Her hands slide up my chest, fingers curl into my shirt, rooting herself there, like she needs the contact as much as I do.
I run my hands down her sides, over the curve of her hips, memorizing the way she fits under my palms. She exhales into my mouth, a soft sound that hits me low and hard, making my dick strain in my jeans.
“Colton,” she murmurs, not a question. Not a warning.
I pull back enough to look at her. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes dark, breath uneven. She looks like she wants this. Like she wants me. And that realization hits hard enough to steal my breath.
I kiss her again and guide her backward, not breaking contact as I walk her toward the bedroom. My hands slide under her top, skin warm beneath my fingertips. She shivers in my arms.
When we reach the bed, I let her sit first so I can look at her for a second longer. The city lights spill in behind her, casting her in silver.
I drop my forehead to hers, breathing her in.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” I say.
She smiles at me softly. “I won’t.”
I lean down and press my lips against hers, slower this time, deepening the kiss. The rest of the world falls away as we move together hands everywhere, clothes becoming irrelevant.
And when I finally let myself fall with her onto the mattress, I know that this is about choosing her. About being close to her.
The thought should scare me, but I’m too caught up in the moment.
I kiss her neck and trail my lips down to her breasts. Never in my life have I been this obsessed with someone’s breasts before. I could spend hours licking and kissing them. But this time, I settle for a brief time, then move down her stomach.
I spread her pussy open and take one long lick from her back up to her clit, then flick and circle my tongue there. She moans instantly and grabsmy hair.
I love how carefree she is with her expressions when I do this. It makes my cock so damn hard.
I feel her wetness hit my chin and know she’s close. She nearly squirts for me every time, and I’m determined to get her to do it fully at least once for me. I push three fingers inside of her, and she goes off, tugging at my hair and talking gibberish.
I pull away and open the drawer of my nightstand and grab a condom, then tear it open and roll it on.
She reaches for my cock and places it at her entrance.
I look down at her face. Her cheeks are flushed and lips swollen from our kisses. Her blue eyes shine brightly as they look up at me.
I push in an inch or two and watch her mouth open slightly. I know I’m thick, and it’s been a while for her, so I give her a second to adjust.
She nods her head. “I’m ready for more.”