Page 41 of Pack to the Wall

I reached out and ran my hand over the tattoo on his chest, feeling the twitching hard muscle beneath.

“Wow,” I breathed.

He smiled. “Thanks. I think the same of you.” I found that hard to believe, but I couldn’t deny the hungry look in his eyes. “Now, lie back and let me take those jeans off.”

I did as he instructed, the sun-warmed stone against my back was nothing compared to the wildfire within me. I was quickly becoming a sweaty mess, but I didn’t care anymore. A juicy beefcake of a man was about to take my pants off and that was all I was thinking about.

He leaned over me, his lips picking up where they’d left off at the base of my neck then progressing lower onto the exposed flesh of my cleavage. Meanwhile, one of his hands deftly popped the button of my jeans. Something about that quick release made my core clench and pulse with need.

I lost my mind for a moment once again, going completely by feel. Hard lips pressed to the soft flesh of my left breast. My zipper slipped down, and thick fingers traced over my panties. A searing kiss landed between my breasts, his tongue lapping up the puddle of sweat there, and he rumbled with contentment, like I was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. His hands pulled on my jeans and I lifted my hips as he slid them down. Then I set my hips down and lifted my legs so he could remove the heavy fabric entirely.

He removed my flats one at a time as he kissed my belly. That made me squirm, I didn’t like the thought of anyone seeing my stretchmarks, let alone… touching them. But then I turned my brain off again, going back to how it felt, and I had to admit, it was amazing!

Another kiss, lower, just above the hem of my panties, sent heat spiraling through me. He finished taking off my jeans, then his strong hands shifted me, opening my legs as he moved between them. Supporting my butt and thighs, he easily lifted me and kissed my panties over my folds. I let out a clipped cry, pressure making me instantly soak the soft cotton. Another kiss on my apex, longer, savoring, then he set me down and settled his heavy body over me. He kissed my breasts again as he lowered himself to press against me, a heavy bulge in his jeans crushing against my clit.

I let out a low, throaty moan, rocking my hips to move myself over that hard ridge behind his jeans.

And that was it, I couldn’t stand the teasing any longer.

“Orgasm,” I gasped.

He gave a laugh. “That’s not usually what most women yell when they’re having one.”

“No… want one. Please!” There. I’d said what I wanted and I was too worked up to care.

“One orgasm, coming up… unless one isn’t enough?”

Oh God! I’d certainly take more!

But I was gasping and breathing too hard to say it.

His lips found mine as his full weight settled on me for just a moment. It was brief, and uncomfortable with the stone beneath me, but it was also primal and hot and made all the more divine by the imperfection of discomfort.

Then he lifted away, his lips staying, but most of the rest of him leaving, rolling to the side. I wanted to roll with him, keep that gloriously hard ridge against my clit, but his strong hand on my side pushed me back down. Then that same hand slid over my hips and in to my center. He flicked my clit three times, still over my now soaked panties then pressed the tip of his finger firmly against me, slowly rubbing, sending shivers rolling up and down my body.

That alone almost made me come. Colt certainly knew how to use his hands.

With a soft swipe, his fingers pushed my panties aside to press and play in my dripping folds, and a deep throaty moan escaped my lips. He drank it up with his kisses, and I trembled, my need building higher and higher.

Finally — finally! — someone’s fingers other than mine were touching me, and it felt amazing.

He traced my wetness up to my clit and circled it, playing for a moment as my hips rose with need. He easily pushed them back down and slid his finger back to my weeping opening, slowly pushing it inside me.

Oh, God. Yes!

My eyes rolled back, my back arched off the stone, and I let out a whimper just as his lips lifted away from mine.

His tongue ran over my mouth for a moment before he whispered, “You’re amazing.”

Then he shifted, his other hand pulling down one side of my bra until my breast popped out. He captured it with his mouth, sucking and licking my already taut nipple into an aching bud.

I moaned.So close!

Colt pushed a second finger into my folds, stretching me, then curled them up hitting my G-spot while grinding the base of his palm over my clit. It took just one rocking plunge of those strong fingers and the rough rub of his palm to make me scream and buck and come.

Oh, yes!

Oh, yes yes yes.

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