Page 62 of Thoroughly Innocent Intent

“Fuck, I’m close,” he growls. “Give me your hand.” Colt takes my hand and guides it around the back of his thigh, between his legs. “Squeeze my balls, Honey. Just like that.” He groans when I do.

I roll him around the palm of my hand as he plunges inside me over and over. It’s so deep it’s borderline uncomfortable, but the friction of him rubbing against me on the inside is so intense it pushes me closer and closer to the release I’ve only found through Colt’s touch.

“That pussy’s getting even tighter, Sam. I know you’re close. Don’t hold your breath. Let yourself come.”

I hadn’t even realized I was holding my breath, but as soon as I let it go the tension in my body evaporates, replaced with a euphoria I’ve never known.

My walls contract around Colt’s length. Or maybe it’s him pulsing inside of me? Either way, it’s wave after wave of bliss, punctuated with a cry I don’t even recognize as my own, but isn’t coming from Colt’s lips. And I can’t stop it. My lungs and my core are working as one, too overcome by pleasure for me to exercise any control. So, I give in, letting it course freely through me without trying to capture or contain it. And I’m not even embarrassed by it. I love it.

“Holy shit.” Colt heaves, just as breathless as I am. “Holy shit. Those were good screams, right? I didn’t hurt you. Tell me I didn’t hurt you?”

I shake my head, still unable to form words.

“Damn, Beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like that. I swear it’s making me hard all over again.” He brushes a strand of hair away from my face before kissing me softly.

“That wasn’t…I wasn’t…loud?” I feel myself getting flushed as I think back to what just happened.

“I love that you were loud. Makes me feel like I did right by you.” He grins wickedly. “And that makes me want more.”

“More?” I ask as he kisses my neck.

“Don’t worry. You may not be hurting anymore, but you might be sore later, so no more tonight. But later on, definitely more.” He kisses me fully before pulling away, slipping out of me. “Stay there. I’m going to get rid of this condom and I’ll be back.”

I’m too content to move, so I close my eyes and let my mind fill with images of what Colt and I just shared. I’m vaguely aware of him returning to the bed and pulling me to him as he covers us with the blanket, but that’s the last conscious thought I have until dawn starts to peek between the curtains the next morning.

Just as Colt predicted, I’m a little sore, but the soreness pales in comparison to the need I feel between my legs. Maybe that’s because I’m half draped over Colt, my leg resting on top of his in a way that creates friction against my core. Or maybe it’s because the blanket is tented over his lap. Either way, any discomfort is trumped by need, and before I can think through my actions, my hand explores the reason for the tented blanket.

I’m still fascinated by how soft his skin is when he’s otherwise so hard. I never expected such a contradiction, and I never seem to tire of exploring it. It’s not until he growls that I realize touching him in his sleep may have crossed a line.

I yank my hand away, only to have him reach for it and put it back on him.

“I didn’t ask you to stop.” He closes my hand around his erection.

“You didn’t ask me to start either. I’m sorry.”

“Never apologize for playing with my dick, Honey. You can look, you can touch, you can taste, you can even ride it. It’s yours.”

My eyes dart to his briefly before curiosity gets the better of me and I turn my gaze back to the tented sheets.

“You’re licking those lips like you want to taste me. Go ahead.”

“I’m not sure. I don’t really know…” I didn’t realize I licked my lips, and now that he’s expecting me to put my mouth on him, I’m not sure what to do.

“Sam, there is no wrong way to taste a man’s dick. Lick it, suck it, whatever you choose.” He strokes my hair gently.

“I want it to feel good for you.”

“It will, trust me.” The heat in his eyes convinces me that he’s right.

I pull the sheet down to expose his length, leaning forward tentatively. His erection bobs under my gaze. I place a soft kiss on the tip and it lurches in response. I pull back, startled.

“That just means it feels good.” He takes my hand and wraps it around the base. “You can hold me like this if you want it to keep still.”

Holding him firmly in my hand, I lean forward and flick my tongue over the tip, earning another guttural growl, which I find thrilling. It’s so primal. And I like that what I’m doing causes him to make such intimate sounds.

As I get more comfortable, I take more of him, first just the tip, then some of his length. It makes my jaw hurt a bit, but breathing through my nose I can smell a scent that’s uniquely him, a mixture of soap and musk that’s both masculine and pleasant.

“Just like that,” he coaxes me. I glance up to see that he’s resting against the headboard, one hand propped behind his head so he can watch what I’m doing as the other plays with my hair. His eyes are hooded, sensual almost, as if watching me gives him as much pleasure as what I’m doing to him.

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