Page 12 of Colt
MOLLY
Wearinghandcuffs and getting naked wasn’t easy. My sleeves got tangled on the cuffs, but Colt was inventive and used my scrub top to tie me to his headboard.
As he did it, he paused, met my eyes as he hovered over me. “Okay?” he asked.
I knew his name, knew he was the sheriff of this small town, but I didn’t really know the guy. I was in handcuffs in his bed. There was a lot of trust here already.
“Yes,” I whispered, willing to take the leap for him.
So he tied the scrubs around a wood slat.
“Six months I’ve been waiting to have you beneath me again. Know how many times I’ve jerked off in this bed thinking of you? Wishing you were right here with me?”
I could imagine, because I spent a lot of time with my vibrator reliving the time in the janitor’s closet. Imagined him doing other things to me.
He looked down at my bare breasts. I knew they quivered with every pant. And I was panting. And wet.
I lost track of time because Colt learned my body, licking, kissing, and tasting every inch of my skin. Flipping me onto my stomach and then back to get every inch of my torso.
He, like the jerk he was, left my nipples for last. By the time he took one into his mouth and sucked, I was insane with need.
Then he went back and forth, playing with them. Flicking them with his tongue. Sucking on them, trying to get as much of my breast into his mouth, even sucking on the curve and marking me.
I could do nothing but writhe and moan and call out his name. And then beg.
Only then did he push my scrubs and panties down and off, baring me to him while he was fully dressed.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
A finger ran from between my collarbones and down my center, all the way to my pussy.
“Bare. Perfect.”
The digit ran over my bare mound, then through my folds.
“Drenched.” His gaze lifted to mine. Licked his lips. “Gotta taste you, pretty girl.”
He settled on his stomach and put one of my legs over his shoulder. “You wax this pretty pussy?”
“Yes.”
“For me?”
“You like it?”
“You’re gonna like it when I get my mouth on it. You’ll feel everything.”
He demonstrated, kissing my pussy, then licking up my slit and parting me, tasting me everywhere.
My leg clenched against his back at the feel of his mouth. There.
Then… oh shit, he slid his chin up my center and I felt his soft, yet scruffy, beard against my most sensitive areas. Yeah, I liked being bare.
WIth his hands, he parted me, then went to work, finding my clit and working fingers into me, setting up a combination of flicks, sucks, and finger fucks that pushed me to the brink, then over.
The handcuffs clanked as I tugged on them as I came, crying out his name.
Only when I was in his bed, sweaty and sated, did he push off and strip.
