Page 92 of Friends Don't Kiss

He takes a deep breath. “You keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna come all over you.” He caresses my stomach, up to my breast, while my gaze stays glued to the drop pearling on the tip of his bobbing cock.

I just can’t not look. I feel my eyes widening. Swallowing hard, I reach for him and stroke him. Another pearl beads, then rolls off, reaching my thumb. My hips roll of their own accord toward him, but… “Colt,” I whisper.

“I know, babe.” He seems in pain.

Oh shit.What are we going to do? I state the obvious: “It’s never gonna fit.”

He drops his head to my chest and laughs softly. Then he reaches between my legs and goes straight for my clit. “Fuck you’re so wet.”

“But, Colt—”

He takes my mouth in his, kisses me while stroking my center, then frees my lips to whisper, “It’ll fit.”

“But how?”

He chuckles again. “Inch by inch.”

“It’s not funny,” I say, mildly offended, but reassured that his joke didn’t in any way affect his erection. Feeling him in my hand, knowing I’m the one doing this to him is… so empowering. I run the pad of my thumb over his wide tip, loving the feel of it.

He hisses. “Kiara…” then lowers his face between my legs, and I have nothing to hold onto except his hair as he…

“Colt!” I cry out as his tongue strokes me right where it’s supposed to—no more licking in circles like last time.

He hoists himself back up, kissing my neck.

I could come just by the way Colton kisses my neck.

He adds a stroke of his thumb on my nipple.

I could come from that, too. Totally could. The thumb is just the right amount of rough from working all day. Now he adds a finger and rolls my nipple slightly.

Then he dips his head lower and licks my other nipple.

My hips meet his cock. “I want you,” I whisper. “Please.”

He places himself at my entrance. “I’ve wanted this for so long, Kiara,” he says as his cock strokes my clit. “You have no idea.”

I wrap one leg around his waist. “Babe,” I whine, the want between my legs unbearable, “oh please.” I feel the orgasm building inside me, ready to roll out. Colton’s scent envelops me, his arms encapsulate me, and this, this is what I want right now: to lose myself inside this man.

I dig my nails in his butt, drawing him closer. With a grunt, he enters me slowly, a sharp pain tearing me deliciously as he slides two fingers between our joined bodies to stroke my clit. He pulses inside me, then stops breathing. “You okay?” he asks me.

I nod and pull him deeper inside me with my heel. “You?”

“Fuck, sweets, you have no idea how good you feel.” His dick twitches inside me again, making me moan. The pain is still there, sharp.

But so is the pleasure. Deep.

And my desire of him. Deeper still.

And seeing his hooded eyelids, the way he wants me, the pleasure he’s having simply with the two of us almost still, sends me overboard. I orgasm on Colton’s desire, and as my hips buck and pull him deeper inside me, the pain deepening then subsiding, the pleasure taking over, and more importantly, seeing, feeling, how much I mean to Colton, how nothing is fake or temporary, how we’re connected in our bodies and down to our souls, I let myself go, almost sobbing in relief.

How could I ever imagine doing this with anyone else than Colton? My best friend, my rock, the man who pulled me out of the abyss I thought was a refuge. I stroke his back, wanting him to stay here forever.

“You okay?” he asks.

I blink my eyes open. “You’re still hard.”

He pulsates inside me and takes a slow breath. “Didn’t want to hurt you more.”

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