Page 54 of Entwined Hearts

Colby groans, his lips hot on my shoulder, the combination of his touch on my throbbing sex and my breast makes my entire body start to tingle. I lower my grip to his forearms because I’m starting to feel unsteady, like the room is lifting off the ground. A desperate sound from the back of my throat rattles loose. I turn my face to kiss him, my mind a blur of desire and an unstoppable hunger.

“I want to keep touching you,” he says, breaking away from my needy lips.

He slides off his shorts, and I hear the foil wrapper of a condom rip open. “Don’t move,” he warns. Moments later, he’s back, and I feel the stiff length of his cock slide between my legs. My body quivers with need. He climbs onto the bed behind me, shifting my body forward to make room for him.

A craving to feel him inside me rises so fast I have to choke back the groan crowding into my throat. But my thighs give me away, clenching around him.

“Sit tight, and I’m going to give you everything you need,” he whispers in my ear.

At that moment, I almost hate him for how bad he’s made me want this, so bad I’ll do practically anything to get it.

He guides his cock to where I’m pulsing and slowly drives inside.

I’m so ready for him that a euphoric blast of pleasure ripples outward from where our bodies connect. It overwhelms me, forcing a shuddering breath from my core. I grit my teeth to keep from crying out. The way he stretches and fills me inch by tantalizing inch brings on an intense, almost barbaric kind of craving. He wraps his arms around my middle. Holds me tight as the last of him sinks inside me.

I reach back to grab his thighs. We pause there, our breaths fast in the darkness, his body locked with mine. And then he starts to move in little thrusts while his fingers caress my breasts. With my hands on his thighs, I try to pull him closer.

“God, you feel good,” he groans, kissing up the side of my neck. My fingers tighten on his thighs as his teasing touch makes everything tingle and pulse. My mind unwinds until I feel raw and exposed, but as if I could float free.

And then he strokes down to my folds, sending a warm flush of heat to the base of my core. Closing my eyes, I give in to his firm, steady touch, his body moving expertly with mine. He swirls around my most sensitive place. My climax slowly starts to expand, tingling through me faster and faster as he increases his pace and the length of his thrusts. My nails dig into his skin. The pleasure and tightness build together, driving me on, releasing a kind of desperation I’ve never experienced. The tension increases. Everything blasts white-hot. Suddenly, I’m coming hard and fast, flying higher and higher. I’m crying out in gasps I barely hear because I’m far away in some joyful place. He thrusts one final time, slow and so deep, holding me there while my pulse thunders in my ears. My body shudders, pleasure exploding through me.

My thighs start to relax. As I come down, I feel wonderfully depleted. If he weren’t there to hold me, I’m sure I would melt right into the bed.

He kisses along my shoulder, groaning, then folds me forward until I land gently on my hands.

He strokes up my spine, then he returns his grip to my waist. Slowly, he begins to thrust, and the sensations start to build all over again. His strong hips rock against my thighs, his firm touch bringing us even closer. It feels even more intense like this, but oh so good in a wickedly wonderful way.

“I want to make you come again,” he says, his palm on the scoop of my lower back to guide me. “Do you like it slow, like this?” He slows down even more.

I moan because, oh my God, it feels good.

“Good girl,” he praises. “How about all the way?” he says, arching deep inside.

“Not…yet,” I gasp. The shallower thrusts are what’s doing it for me right now.

“Mmm,” he moans, shifting to give me exactly what I want.

I start to whimper as his hands caress my skin and his powerful hips tap my thighs.

He pulls slowly out, then nibbles down my spine. I’m about to see what he’s up to when his tongue slips between my folds. My desire explodes as he teases me, gliding and stroking until I’m gasping and so needy I feel like I might break into pieces if he doesn’t get me therenow.

“Colby,” I whimper.

As if he can read my mind, he moves upright, his fingers stroking me for an instant longer before arching inside me again. This time, I take him in deep.

“Fuck,” Colby utters as our bodies join together. He thrusts again. My swiftly building climax coils tighter. He grips my waist, rocking me in time with him. His breaths come in soft grunts that mix with the cries I can’t keep inside. I let it all go, surrendering. Everything inside me tenses, drawing tighter and tighter, my desperation and anticipation making me crazy with need.

With each thrust, I climb higher and arch back harder until I feel like I’m going to shatter from the tension. And then he slides almost all the way out so that when he returns, every pleasure center lights up. I gasp, feeling a suddenly delicious shift. My fingers wind tightly in the sheets, my knees bracing against the bed as he continues until I feel my climax release. I cry out out as he drives deep inside me, his grunts filling the darkness, his hands tight on my waist. And then he’s pumping into me, once, twice, then again, his final groan shaking his body. He holds me firm, pulsing inside me.

After we catch our breath, he scoops me against him. We settle gently on our sides, and I feel his chest expand into my spine and his fast breaths against my cheek.

He holds me for a blissful moment, his fingers brushing the top of my thigh, his soft lips parked behind my ear.

After leaving me for a moment to clean up, he returns, pulling me close.

My mind spins lazily, still drunk on the pleasure he’s given me. How was he able to do that? I’ve never come twice and never from behind like that. I’ve tried it, and it’s felt okay. Not anything like this. I am getting the feeling there’s no position Colby can’t make enjoyable. I giggle.

“What?” he says, drawing it out like a scolding.

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