Page 36 of Entwined Hearts

Colby continues as the pulses shudder through me, then rests his head on the dish of my abdomen. Slowly, the dark shapes of the canopy return, and I drift back into my body. My ragged breathing subsides. Colby’s hand caresses up and down the top of my thigh as if he’s in no hurry to move.

Another aftershock rumbles through me.

“That was incredible,” he says after a moment, shifting so he can prop himself up. His free hand trails up and down my abdomen, and I have to resist letting it make me shiver.

I don’t have words to describe what he just did. Nobody’s ever made me feel like that.

“I’d like to do it again very soon,” he says, giving me that wicked smile.

“Really?” I say. “You like doing that?”

He scoffs. “Hell, yeah,” he says. “Being able to focus on you like that and hear what it does to you…” He shifts his package as a tense look passes over his face. “Damn.”

This isn’t what I expect to hear. Most guys I’ve dated would go downtown, but nobody’s everstayed the course. Jake was lukewarm on the program. He’d do it now and then. While it always felt good, I never felt like I could get there. I can climax fine in other ways, so it felt like no big deal.

Now it feels like a huge deal. Never in a million years would have thought it could feelthatgood.

“We may have to find something else for you to hold onto, though,” he says, scrubbing at his mussed mop. “I’m not vain or anything, but I don’t want to be bald anytime soon.”

I giggle. “Sorry.”

When he grins, it reaches up to his eyes. He holds my gaze for a moment, and I feel my heart bouncedown-upinto my stomach. “I loved hearing you come like that,” he murmurs, sliding up until we’re facing each other.

He rolls me to him. We kiss long and slow, my taste on his tongue. It’s salty, and it’s so sexy he’s into it. His words echo around in my brain.I’d like to do that again very soon. My sex starts to pulse because, boy, I could sign up for that.

The pulsing intensifies as Colby strokes down my shoulder to my lower back, where he brushes his fingertips back and forth.

I caress down to his waistband, finding his belt buckle. My craving to feel his body returns with force. “Is it my turn now?” I ask.

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Anya

“Eager, huh?” Colby exhales softly. “I like that.”

I lift my face to kiss him while my fingers work the buckle of his belt. He helps me by shifting his hips so I can pull his jeans down. I move back to lay beside him and caress down the side of his cotton briefs, his thick bulge pressing into me. A tingle of anticipation races over my skin at the thought of our naked bodies touching everywhere.

I kiss his neck, then down to the crook of his shoulder. Moving to his collarbone, I taste the salt and a trace of sulfur from the hot springs. He rolls to his back, taking me with him. I kiss my way down, stroking his taut chest.

Colby caresses down to my breasts, swirling his thumb over my peak. I pause there, unable to move away from his touch. But the urge to move lower drives me on, and I slowly move beyond his reach. Brushing my lips along the smooth band of a tendon leading down in a V, I stroke over his briefs. Colby hisses, and I feel him tense. I tug the briefs down, brushing past his hardness. His low moan breaks the silence, and he tugs his briefs the rest of the way off.

I caress the length of him, savoring his smooth skin. Colby clenches his jaw, inhaling a tight breath. That I could make him feel this good with just my hand makes me feel powerful and so full of desire. I move to between his legs and kneel to kiss the smooth scoop of skin below his belly button, wrapping my hand tighter around him. I don’t know if he’s justready, or if he’s just…bigger than the guys I’ve been with, but he feels like he could burst at any minute.

I’m not usually so eager for this. But there’s something so sexy about the way that Colby is laid out before me, his hips tensing under my touch, and his eyes—burning hot with need—that my blood is pounding with anticipation. I stroke him up and down as I kiss his belly playfully, flicking softly with my tongue, moving lower and lower.

“You don’t have to,” he says, reaching down to tuck a stray hair behind my ear. “Just you touching me feels good…”

I stroke him, closing my fist over the top.

His eyes flutter closed. “Jesus,” he hisses.

“I want to,” I say, my voice coming out husky, thick.

“Okay,” he says. “But, fuck, go slow, okay?” He props himself up on the back of his elbows.

I slide just the tip of him between my lips. Feeling him tremble beneath me I glide lower, his warmth filling my mouth. Colby groans as I slowly take him deeper, my lips stretching around him. This has never turned me on,ever, but, oh boy, is it turning me on right now. There’s something powerful about the way he’s so patient but eager. And, holy cow, is he hard. I glide up and down, stroking him with my hand. I have no idea if I’m doing it the way he likes. Based on the way he’s breathing, I must be doing okay. He combs the hair falling across my face and tucks it behind my ear again, his touch sending a shiver down my spine.

“That feels so good, Anya,” he groans, his head falling back.

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