Page 199 of Things Left Unsaid

“Like this?” The tips brush over it. “Or like this?” They move from side to side. “Or like this?” He moves the flat of his hand in a circle.

“Second one,” I mumble, arching up and against him. “Oh!” The sound spills from me as he gives me what I asked for.

Unbidden, I shift my leg, hitching it so that it hooks around his hip and digs into his ass. It opens me up, granting him more access.

That’s when his other hand joins in and the soft kisses he dots all over my face cease as he reunites our mouths.

With my focus divided, I drown in his kiss and his touch while one set of fingers rubs my clit and the other slide into me—first one, then two.

“So fucking tight,” he groans before returning to devouring me.

My pussy clenches around his digits as he pleasures me, gracing me with his whole attention, giving me what I’ve unconsciously craved for years.

He slowly steals the air from my lungs, and my heart stutters as the tingles in my center arc out in a wide spray that affects my whole nervous system.

I’m so close—too close.

Just as I gasp for air, desperately choking on it as my head tips back in wonder at what he’s making me feel, he stops touching me.

Distressed, I cry out, “No, don’t. I need you, Colt. Please!”

But the fear he’ll abandon me fades as he hooks his hand around my knee and hoists me into his arms.

With my legs butterflied around him, I can feel his dick rubbing up against my clit. His strength torments us both as he hovers me there, his tip brushing my heat in time to his pulse that throbs through his shaft.

“Do you want me, Susanne?”

I’m not sure why, but that he chose to call me Susannematters.

“Always,” I rasp, not caring about how many vulnerabilities I’m exposing to him.

His forehead plants on mine as we stare at the space between us.

I help guide the tip home but he does the rest—as soon as he’s inside me, he controls the pace as gravity impales me upon him.

Inch by glorious inch, he fills me.

It’s everything I dreamed it’d be back in the days when I was clueless about sex, but it’s alsomore. Because I’m not in the dark about sex anymore. I know it can suck and nothing about this does.

The sun beams overhead, droplets of water trickle down my calves, around me there’smyland where the horses, as free as us, frolic in the shore nearby, and this man, a man I’ve always wanted but never been allowed to have, is inside me.

“Fuck! You feel so goddamn good, Zee.”

Back to Zee.

That also matters.

My arms cling to him as I dig my heels into his taut asscheeks and use that as a fulcrum to thrust onto him.

It’s difficult; the muscles in my abs and thighs are screaming, but it’s worth it for that downward thrust where every inch of him sinks into me.

“You fill me so good,” I garble.

That heat that seared my belly before brands my insides with his name, and the only thing that’ll soothe it is his seed.

“I need you to come inside me, Colton.”

When I buck into him, tormenting us both, tears pricking my eyes with relief and joy as he grinds out, “What are you doing to me?”

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