Page 110 of Friends Don't Kiss

He’s now cupping my hip, like he’s pondering what to do next. “Open up,” he says, and my legs part, giving him access. “Mmm… all wet again, aren’t you.” He gets on his knees and grabs his bobbing cock in one hand. “Turn around. On your knees.”

His commanding tone should fire up my resistance, but it does the opposite. I’m putty, and obey him with anticipation. I glance at him over my shoulder. The smoldering look on his face confirms it: This man wants me like I never thought possible, and doing his bidding is my only concern right now.

“Come here,” he says, lifting my hips so I align with his cock. “Hold onto the headboard, sweets. Just like that. Sweet Jesus,” he grunts as he enters me.

The feeling is different. Fuller. I don’t see him, only feel his powerful thrusts, the sensation all-encompassing. My whole body is on fire, taut, ready to snap. His growls and swears only increase my pleasure.

He rolls my nipple in his fingers. “Fucking hell, sweets, losing it here,” he murmurs against my neck.

My center is ready to explode. “Babe, lose it. Please lose it with me.”

He leaves my nipple and wraps his arm around me, the other hand next to mine on the headboard. “Is it as good for you as it is for me?” he asks raggedly.

My orgasm tears through me, lightning fire that ripples from my hair to my toes, and a feral scream escapes me as I feel him empty himself inside me. Violent tremors shake my body, Colt’s strong arm holding us together through his own orgasm.

“How was it for you?” Colt asks once we’re flat on our backs again, a sheen of sweat covering our bodies, the scent of sex pungent in the room.

“I don’t have the words,” I answer. Turning my head to him, I say, “To be honest, half the pleasure comes from seeing you take your pleasure with me.”

“That so?” he says with an adorable smile.

“I feel like I’m really yours.” My confession makes my body feel weak, but in the best possible way. And weirdly, it makes me feel… content. At peace with myself.

He swipes a stray hair from my face, looking dreamy all of a sudden. “Time for a shower,” he declares.

I’m a little disappointed the after-sex doesn’t last longer, but if Colt feels like he needs a shower, then so be it. “You go first.”

“Nuh-uh. We’re showering together.”

That sounds both awesome and very… exposed.

He must read my conflict because he frowns. “I won you at auction. A million bucks. That gets me a shower. Or ten.”

I laugh at that and follow him. He pours a generous amount of shower gel in his palms and runs them all over me. I tense when he gets to my private parts but he just slides as if it's no big deal. It’s both highly erotic and sweet.

“You really got into that auction thing, didn’t you?” I tease once we’re both covered in suds. Did he think it was weird?

“You know,” he says as he massages shampoo in my hair, “in hindsight, I think you were a part of me, one way or another, from the day I saw you in your car, hiding in that thicket. I just didn’t know it.” The memory is distant, something I’ve tried to forget, really. I need to sit with what he said for a minute, and the fact he’s tilting my head back to rinse it under the shower is a perfect excuse to say nothing.

After that, I focus on lathering his pecs, his back, taking my time to admire his strong physique. When I get on my knees to soap his legs, his cock bobs. I lick my lips and look up at him, his body shielding me from the shower for the most part.

“Keep some for later, sweets,” he says with a smile.

We towel off, I use the hairdryer to get most of the humidity off my head, then we find ourselves in my bed again, me curled up inside his arm, one leg over his midsection. I trace question marks on his chest with my finger.

Since he’s brought up the circumstances under which we met, I can’t let it go. I’m not sure if I hate or love what he said. I need more, at the risk of learning something I don’t like.

Maybe this will be how we end.

Ihaveto ask.

“What did you mean earlier… about being yours from the very beginning?”

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Colton

Herfingerskeepmindlesslyplaying with my chest hair, but her body tenses in my arms as she asks her question. “What did you mean earlier… about being yours from the very beginning?”

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