Page 40 of The Breaking Pointe
Despite his love for beer, he tastes sweet from his glass of wine earlier, and his beard smells succulent, like oak.His skin has a scent of musk and cinnamon. Possibly the most delightful thing I’ve ever smelled when it’s all together.And all I want is more of it to consume me. Like that feeling when you hear a song and it gets to the bridge.The part you’ve been waiting for the entire time.The best part.And then, finally, you just go crazy.Fireworks, special effects, and all. I move my hand to his thigh, gliding it up to his waistand back down, squeezing it.Everything feels fuzzy the more we deepen the kiss—my insides, my hands, my feet.
Everything.
I don’t know anything about science or why these things
happen.I’m not even sure I wanted things to go this far, this fast. How can one man make me this unsettled? This is desperate.I just want him on top of me, and that’s it.Not in a lusty,Fifty Shadeskind of way.But in a Noah and Allie in the house he built for them sort of way. He could take me right here. I wouldn’t decline it.
Before I can get too encapsulated in his lips, he grabs the small of my neck and pulls away, abruptly, breathless and laughing softly. I can see the surprise and delight dancing in his eyes as he examines my face.
“Did I do something wrong?”I breathe out my nose, batting my eyes open to see his.
“Not even.That felt so right.”His chest pumps as he looks back at me, still beaming.
“So don’t stop yet,” I demand, smashing my lips into his again.
He gets sucked into it, just like before, humming against my mouth as he starts to mumble through the kiss.
“Then you tell me when to,” he breathes, pulling my legs around his waist, wrapping one of his thick arms around mine.
“I don’t want you to stop at all,” I say against his lips as I wrap my arms around his neck. “I want more. More of this.” He pulls away again, causing me to chase his face with mine as I grip onto him, feeling us rise into the air. We float over to the couch, my back colliding with the cushions as we crash onto it.His hands grip onto my thighs but he keeps
distancebetweenourwaists.
The hair on his face continues to tickle mine as his kisses lead to my jaw and down my neck. I can feel him resisting, eventhoughItoldhimnotto.He’sputtingforththis
immense effort to keep his hands in all the respectable places and his crotch far from mine.
I slip two fingers in his sweatpants, pulling his hips closer. “Mmm,” he hums, softly grabbing my hand, “I wouldn’t touch that. I mean, you don’t have to.” He chuckles against my skin, sounding uneasy.
“Well, why not? I wanna,” I whisper as our hips collide, shoving his half-hardened boner right into my lower half.
“That’s why,” he says in a throaty voice, hovering over me as he starts to adjust himself in his boxers.
I lift a finger to his chin, making him look at me.
“You obviously want me in more ways than just staring at me, Colton.”
He glances at my lips and then my eyes.“Doesn’t mean I’m allowed to have you in other ways. No matter how bad I want you,” he responds.
“But you’re allowed to want me.You can have me.I’m giving you permission,” I swoon, trailing the tips of my nails down his chest, back to his waistband.
He was rock solid now, pressing at the seams of his sweatpants.
I grab the outline of his shaft, kissing his chest. “What if I start us off?”I ask sweetly, gently rubbing his length up and down. “Does that help?”
He closes his eyes, bringing his bottom lip between his teeth, laying a hand above my head.
“It makes me want you even more,” he grunts. “Exactly,” I whisper.
I grab his hand and place it underneath the t-shirt I’m wearing.Slowly,Ipushituptothebottomofoneof mynakedbreasts,kissinghislipsagain.Givingintomy
advances, he presses his body against me, grinding his hips into mine, moaning deeply against my lips.
Pushing his sweatpants down, I reach inside them, finally feeling how thick he actually is. I can only imagine what it looks like.If he’s gonna fuck me, I’m about to get rocked into another world. Given he knows how to use what he has. He takes a liking to my neck again, kissing it like he knew my skin in another lifetime. He then drags his hand down to my bottoms, pulling them down to my knees.His body raises from mine, lifting my legs on his shoulder as he pulls themoffmylegscompletely,kissingmyankles,thenmy
thighs,spreadingthem.
“Take these off, too,” I quietly beg, pulling harder at his sweatpants.
