Page 49 of The Breaking Pointe
I usually don’t get to have an option.Daniel always just got right to it.
Colton reaches above me for the side table, making a few noises with what sounds like a drawer.When his hand returns, the corner of a gold package enters his mouth, his teeth ripping it open.He takes the condom out, using one hand to roll it on.
Kissing my neck again, the moment I’ve been waiting for finally happens. He pushes himself in me, huffing into my neck as he enters, little by little.The deeper he gets, the tighter I feel. If he fits all the way, I’ll be shocked.
Wrapping a hand around his back, I start to press my nails into it.
“You’re so tight.Goddamn,” he says louder, clenching his jaw and moaning as he makes me look at him again, rocking his hips into mine, slowly.
He rests a forearm beside my head, dropping closer to me, thrusting harder and firmer. Breaking my silence again, I wail out more moans, starting to lose sense of reality— heading into a daze.Without stopping, he gives me more kisses on my neck and chest, hips moving faster, sending me more into my trance.
“You’re such a good girl, letting me take care of that pretty little cunt,” he says in a pleased manner.
He moves to raise both of my legs on one shoulder, pushing them against my chest as he dives deep into me, causing my legstotremble.IwouldpushhimawayifIcould.It’sso
much, and so good—too much, all at once. But I want it to last forever.
“Your dick is so big—don’t stop, baby…” I whine more, dragging my nails down his back.
“You take it so well,” he groans, squeezing my legs, “like it’s all yours.”He grabs my breast, squeezing it as he growls. “You’reunreal…”Istammer,movingmylegsbackdown to his waist.“Kiss me,” I moan out before smashing our lips
together.
Vibration comes from both of us, moaning against each other and breathing each other’s air. He is starting to build up a sweat, rocking us back and forth as he rails me for minutes on end. Every time I look away, he makes me look backathim.AndeverytimeIlookathim,helookslost in my soul.I’ll be thinking about his face for hours after this. Everything he says, down to how he says it, is going to engrave itself in my mind.
If I ever stop thinking about tonight at all, it’ll be a miracle. At this point, I could feel him gaining a buildup but holding out just so he can keep holding me and feeling the connection we were having.His hand has been interwoven with mine like he is frightened I might leave him.Even his moan is like
helongsforme.
“Colton…” I curl my fingers in the nape of his neck, tugging his hair, trying to gain control of my breathing. He hums into my neck. “Hmm…”
His breath pumps in my ear, squeezing my hand. “I think I might…”
I can’t even finish my sentence.The most outrageousamount of electricity radiates through my body, sending my back into an arch, my arms starting to reach for anything in
my grasp.Giving small pecks to my neck, he continues to whisper in my ear.
“I got you, princess. Just relax.” He trails the small kisses to my lips, letting me lament against them repeatedly until he pulls away again.
He watches me, kissing my hand and face as I let myself feel it all.
“That’s right, beautiful,” he hums, kissing my forehead again, “there you go.”
He doesn’t stop, even when I get louder and have another orgasm. It fuels him. Maybe listening to me whine and wail with my orgasm is torture he wants.
His lips press against my shoulder once more as he mum- bles, “Fuck. I’m coming.” He struggles to get his words out, gripping the couch with his other hand and holding ontomine tighter.
His pace finally slows down, bringing him to a pause as he lays his forehead on my shoulder.
Out of breath, weak in all parts of my body, I lie there, hoping to God I catch my breath soon. I’m already shivering from our lack of movement. He isn’t speeding to get off me but instead steadily runs his hand down my side, remaining inside me. I keep my arm draped around him, running my thumb along his hand. We can’t lie here forever, but neither of us are urging the other to say anything.Finally, he takes a deep breath, sitting up, then looking outside.
“I’m gonna get a blanket,” he says quietly before pulling himself out of me and standing up.
He is still somewhat hard as he walks away.
I wrap my arms around myself, shivering at the breeze he leaves behind.I can’t blame the wine anymore, but now I’m
completely drowsy and ready for sleep. I want him to hold me, but I’m afraid that now that he’s had his high, he won’t want to touch me anymore. I guess that’s what hooking up is about, but that’s why I felt hesitant in the first place.I knew I would regret it and feel guilty and used.It isn’t his fault. He was great. But now I feel lost.
