Falling Fast

“Colton.” I start to pant when his hands slip under my shirt and slide up the skin of my sides, taking my tee with them as they go.

“Fuck,” he growls, dropping my tee to the floor. His eyes go to my breasts that are covered in a black lace bra. Looking down, I watch his fingers slide just under the edge of lace before he looks at me while I stare back at him. “Right.” He licks his lips and pulls in a breath. “As much as I want to fuck you on my kitchen counter, I’m not fucking you on my kitchen counter the first time I have you,” he states, lifting my legs pulling them around his back, and dragging me off the counter.

“I—” I start to tell him that I don’t mind where he has me, as long as he doesn’t stop what he’s doing, but I don’t have a chance to. His mouth lands on mine again and he kisses me as he walks us across the kitchen to the stove and somehow turns it off while never losing my mouth. He then goes to the oven, where I have chicken cooking, to do the same. Pulling my mouth from his so he can navigate the stairs, I kiss down his jaw then lick and nip up his neck to his ear.

“Jesus.” His hold on me tightens when we reach the top, and then he presses me back into the wooden wall. With one hand still holding onto my ass, the other moves up and into my hair, where he tugs downward so he can get my mouth once more. Pulling at his shirt, I frantically undo the buttons and rip it from his shoulders, and then tear my mouth from his, wanting to see all of him.

I don’t have a chance to get a good look at him before he’s lifting me higher and latching onto my breast through the material of my bra. My head falls back against the wall with a loud thud and my fingers slide into his thick hair to hold on. Before I can enjoy that much either, he pulls me off the wall, and then I’m flying through the air and landing on the bed with him on me, his fingers unhooking the front clasp of my bra.

When his lips capture my nipple this time, I’m more than a little thankful for our new position. Digging the heels of my feet into the bed, my back arches along with my neck. As he cups my neglected breast with his big hand, I moan deep in my throat and lift my hips to his. Oh, God, even through his jeans and mine, I can tell he’s huge, and my core convulses at the thought of him sliding inside of me.

“Colton,” I rasp as his hand cupping my breast slides down and unhooks the button of my jeans then pulls down the zipper. Feeling his touch against my pelvis, my body starts to shake with need and my head digs farther back into the bed. Hearing his groan of approval when his thick finger finds my clit, I moan again.

As he releases my breast with a pop, I feel his forehead drop to my chest. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn wet.” His finger slides deeper, and my hips lift to help him out.

I know I won’t last like this. I’m way too turned on, and I want him too much. Tipping my head down to look at him, I whimper when his fingers leave me so he can sit back on his knees to pull down my jeans and panties in one quick move.

“Christ, you really are perfect everywhere,” he groans, running his fingers through my wet folds and causing my hips to jerk in response. “So fucking perfect and so fucking tight.” He slides one finger into me, and then another, lifting them up and rubbing them against a spot deep inside me that I didn’t even know existed until now.

Moving over me, he nudges my legs apart with his shoulders, and then his mouth is on me as he flicks my clit with his tongue twice before sucking hard. I don’t even have a chance to prepare myself for the orgasm that explodes throughout every single inch of me, ripping me apart into a billion tiny pieces before putting me back together once more. When I come back to myself, his fingers are still moving inside me but gently now, and his mouth is at my inner thigh, where he kisses it once before looking up at me.

Meeting my gaze, he places one more soft kiss on my inner thigh before he leans back, unhooks his jeans, and slides them off his hips. My mouth goes dry as I take all of him in. He’s beautiful, like a sculpture created centuries ago, with tight muscles under smooth golden skin. Licking my lips, my eyes go to his cock and my breath hitches in anticipation. He’s thick and long, and beautiful there too. He reaches over to his bedside table and opens the drawer, grabbing a condom. I watch him rip it open with his teeth then slide it on.