She was warm and ready and so damn responsive that it nearly killed him. She thrust her breast into his hand while she arched her back, letting him suck her nipple into his mouth. He plied her with his tongue, rolling it over the arched peak until she was panting and straining below him.
He lifted his head and stared into Colette’s hazy, lust filled eyes. “Do you want to take this upstairs? And feel free to say no, because this is a no-pressure question. If you want to dry hump my leg all night, feel free. I’d be happy to act like a horny, hormone fueled teenager again.”
“You’re an idiot,” she panted. “Yes, I want you to take me upstairs. Yes. Just… yes.”
She latched her legs around his waist and while he carried her through the living room and up the stairs, his feet clanging on the metal steps, he vowed that he’d burn those damn jeans of hers for getting in his way.
He made quick work of them, almost before he even set her down on the floor. She tried to look around, to take in the loft, but he snapped her attention back to him when he shoved her jeans down her thighs and to the floor. Her panties followed suit and then it was his turn. Her hands scrabbled at his clothes frantically and he helped her, shedding everything in record time.
Colette’s hand strayed back down, finding his massive erection and stroking him from the shaft right to the tip. Christ, he couldn’t believe she was a virgin. She wasn’t shy. She wasn’t afraid.
She wanted him as badly as he wanted her.
He dropped to his knees in front of her, licking a hot path from her beautiful breasts, down her stomach, past her navel, down lower, to his perfect prize.
“It’s been eight months and I can still remember exactly the way you taste,” he purred against the set of lips he’d really wanted to kiss.
Her hands tangled in his hair, ramming his face up into her pelvis. “Then shut up and do it because I’ve been waiting a long time for this too.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice. He devoured her, flattening his tongue out and licking her in long, hot passes. He stopped, only to breathe in her sweet, musky scent. She groaned when he did, and spread her legs further, giving him complete access to the most intimate part of her.
“You’re mine now,” he couldn’t help but choke out, right before his tongue darted up into her entrance, filling her tight, beautiful heat. “This pussy. This ass…” he curled his hand into her bottom, grinding her harder into his face as he explored every single inch of her. He furled his tongue over her clit, and she let out a husky whimper different from all the rest. “This body. Your soul. Your heart. I’m going to be worthy of it this time. I fucking promise.”
“Is that- is that all you can do, Hanson? Is that really your A game? Here I thought you were going to bring the filthy talk.”
“Oh, I’ll bring it,” he promised as his tongue danced over her clit, denying her the pressure she really wanted. She whimpered and dug her nails into his scalp in frustration. “I’ll bring it. After I have you, I’m going to have you again. Maybe not right away, because you’ll be sore, but sometime during the night. In the morning I’m going to turn you over and feast on that pretty little ass. I’m going to get you used to it, because I own that too. One day, you’ll take my fingers there, my cock…”
“Oh god,” she moaned, throwing her head back.
“I’ll take you in the shower. On the stairs. On the couch. On the kitchen fucking counter as I make us breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”
“I didn’t realize you cooked,” she moaned.
“Oh, I cook.”
“That’s why you got all stainless steel and leather?”
“You bethcha. Just for you. No one else has been here. Ever. This has always been my sanctuary and now it’s yours too.”
“I like that. I like that kind of talk the most,” she purred. Her hands guided him back to her swollen sex and he ate her, attacking and lashing her clit until she came, screaming out his name, panting and bucking and soaking his face.
After, he stood up, bracing her around the waist to keep her upright, since her legs were trembling. He kissed her hard, letting her taste herself in the most primal way.
“Now,” he whispered darkly when he pulled away. “Now I’m going to fulfill that contract.”
She looked up at him, her eyes a combination of anticipation and lust. Her pupils were blown wide, eating up the irises completely. She looked thoroughly pleasured and he hadn’t even really started.
She broke away slowly, stalking over to the bed and laying herself out against the black comforter. She never tore her eyes from his face, not even when she spread her legs and crooked a finger in invitation. Not even when she breathed the sexiest words he’d ever heard in his life.