Page 63 of Thoroughly Innocent Intent

I’ve heard Delaney say giving blow jobs is like eating a popsicle or licking an ice cream cone, and apparently that’s true because treating Colt like a popsicle has him rocking toward my mouth in slow, gentle strokes, silently asking for more. But taking any more of him doesn’t seem possible, so I lick him instead.

“You’re driving me crazy with that teasing,” he grunts.

“I’m not teasing.”

“You’re sucking me till I’m about to go off, then you pull back and start licking. Getting me so close to the finish and not letting me have it, is teasing.” His thigh tenses under my palm as he takes a deep breath and looks up to the ceiling, his jaw locked tight.

“I didn’t mean to tease you.” I look at him, thick and full and slightly red in my hand, and silently debate what to do next. Obviously, I want him to finish, but I’m not sure about doing it in my mouth.

“Teasing is good. It feels amazing.” He lowers his head to look at me, exhaling slowly. I take that as permission to continue and put him in my mouth again, taking him slightly deeper before pulling back. My plan is to keep going until he finishes, not to tease him anymore, but not even his pleasant taste can make up for the cramp in my jaw.

Either he senses that or he’s getting impatient because he pulls me off him and reaches into his nightstand. “Much as I’d like to finish in your mouth, I think we need to work up to that.” He rolls a condom over his straining erection. “Hop up, Beautiful. You’re in control this way, so you take me as deep or as shallow as you want.”

I do as he asks, and he holds his himself at my entrance so I can sink onto him. Once his tip is nestled inside he slides in easily, all the way until my body is resting on top of his.

“Okay?” He strokes my cheek. “We can stay like this as long as you need.”

“I’m good,” I breathe.

He looks at me with what almost feels like admiration before sliding his hand down my body, so it comes to rest on my hip. He gives it a little squeeze. “You just do whatever feels good.”

Slowly, tentatively, I rock my hips forward the way he moved against me last night. I feel the friction of his erection deep inside me, massaging what I can only assume is my g-spot since each pass sends a spark of pleasure rippling through me. I let out a strangled groan.

“If you like that try circling your hips,” Colt exhales through gritted teeth. “You might feel me deeper.”

I brace my hands on his chest and work my hips in a circle, which does in fact put more pressure on the spot where we meet. I circle my hips faster, wanting to feel him everywhere at once.

“That’s it, Honey, grind down on me. Use my cock to find your release.” His words are lewd, but they’re said so gently I know he means them to be reassuring.

“Let me hear you.” He pulls the lip I’m biting free with his thumb. “Let me hear how good this feels, how close you are.”

I close my eyes and let my head fall back as I rotate my hips, crying out when his erection rubs against my core. I think he groans too, but the way his hands caress over my thighs, up my stomach, and cradle my breasts, has me too distracted to focus on the sounds he might be making.

My entire body hums with a restless energy, straining toward the release it wants. I give myself completely to the pleasure of the moment, arching my back to push my breasts into Colt’s heated palms as I rock my body against his.

“Fuck, that pussy just got tight. Let me take you over.” Colt slides his hands down my body to my hips, pressing them firmly to his own. “Don’t stop moving.” He presses his thumb against my clit as he holds me to him, so that my movements are forcing him to stroke that sensitive flesh.

“Don’t hold back, Sam. Ride me to the end. Let me feel you coming on my cock.”

The contractions start deep inside, tiny little sparks that kiss the tip of Colt’s erection before traveling down my walls, clutching and gripping him as if they want to pull him deeper inside. I cry out as wave after wave of bliss courses through me, loving the feel of Colt inside me as I come apart.

When my vision comes back into focus, I realize Colt is stiff, his body tense, “Did you…”

“Not yet, Honey. This was about you. I wanted you to take what you needed from me., so I could feel you let go.” He loosens his grip on my hip and strokes my thighs.

“Now you,” I pant, hating that he didn’t come too. “I want to feel you.”

Colt locks his jaw and gives me a curt nod before putting his hands back on my hips. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he grunts, and before I can respond he lifts me up and pulls me back down, sliding my body over his length.

The muscles in his arms and chest contract as he does it again and again, and while at times he goes just deep enough to be uncomfortable, the friction of my walls sliding over his erection soon has my own release building again.

I feel my breasts bouncing as he moves me, and I’m tempted to cover them and hide what has to be an awkward result of this position. But he’s watching them as if he enjoys the way they shake, so instead I arch my back to give him a better view. The groan he makes tells me he likes that.

As Colt guides me over him and my pleasure builds, I wonder what I can do to take him over the edge like he just did with me. I remember back to last night, when he asked me to squeeze him, and move my hand behind me and between his legs until I can hold him in my hand.

“Oh god, Sam. Oh fuck,” he groans as I roll him around my palm. “I can’t hold on. Come with me,” he pleads as he thrusts up into me a final time, and pulses inside me. The feeling of his release sends me over again, and I collapse onto his chest, giving my body over to the pleasure coursing through us.

“Honey,” he sighs when he catches his breath, running his fingers gently over my back. “You wreck me.”

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