We made it to my bedroom, closing the door to keep the cat out. The last thing either of us needed was Gen sitting on the windowsill and watching us like she had last week. I think Colton still had scars from that particular incident.
He slid his hands under the straps of my dress and pushed them down over my shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. It pooled at my feet and I stepped out, kicking the material to the side.
Colton pushed me down onto the bed and covered my body with his. His fingers worked like magic as they moved over my body, and I responded to him almost instinctively. My back arched as he kissed down my neck, and when he undid my bra, I drew in a deep breath.
It was all okay. All fine. All totally right in this moment.
Colton moved down my body, kissing his way across my skin. My breathing was hard and fast as his mouth approached my underwear, and he hooked a finger in each side at my hips and pulled down. It was easy for him to remove my underwear and even easier for him to part my legs.
He dotted kisses up the inside of my thigh, making me shudder. He loved doing that, and I loved it when he did it, but not as much as I loved what he did next.
His tongue flicked across my clitoris. He was teasing me, toying with me, and it was driving me insane. I had no idea how we’d flipped from chickens to this in what felt like less a minute, but hey. That’s who we were, and I was learning to accept that.
He finally closed his mouth around my clit and used his tongue to work it. Heat spread through my body as he toyed with me, and his knowledge of my body was both annoying and remarkable.
It didn’t take long for my orgasm to build. It hovered on the edge of my consciousness, and I knew it was there, just like my body did. My muscles tightened in preparation for it.
It was coming.
I was coming.
Colton slipped one finger inside me and pressured his tongue against my clit. The force of his tongue and feeling of his finger pushed me over the edge, and my body clenched. My hips buckled beneath his mouth until I was riding the orgasm out on his tongue.
I went to cover my face with my arm, but Colton stopped me. He kept my face clear and visible, the way he always demanded it was, and I was compelled to look down. He had a hot, satisfied glint in his eyes, and it gleamed brightly as he pulled away from my wetness.
He rubbed his mouth dry with his hand, keeping his eyes on mine, and I almost died and came back to life.
I’d never been more thankful for my birth control than I was in that moment. There were no condoms, no delays, no fucking about. Just Colton tearing off his clothes and climbing on top of me.
He leaned over and opened my legs wide. One of his hands was on his cock between us, and he kissed me as the head of his cock brushed against my pussy. Slowly, he rubbed himself through the wetness. I could taste myself on his tongue, but I was too desperate to feel him for real.
I grabbed the back of his neck and tilted my hips up, begging for him to push inside me.
In one torturously slow push, Colton was inside me.
He felt so fucking good, so damn good, and my nails dug into his skin as he drove deeper inside me. Smooth, deep thrusts threatened to draw another orgasm from me, and he groaned into my mouth.
It was just rough enough for me to know how badly he wanted me; just gentle enough to tell me he loved me.
I rocked against him as he thrust into me, and when my orgasm came again and I trapped him inside me so I could ride it out on my own terms, he held me tightly against him, groaning my name, and whispering, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
***
“Remember the drill.”
“Joshua, we’ve done this ever since we were, like, six. We know what to do,” Saylor sniped.
“Lay off him,” Colton said to her. “He’s nervous. Don’t be a bitch.”
“Are you going to let him talk to me like that?” she asked Dylan.
Dylan frowned. “Since when have you ever needed me to stand up for you?”
“Hmph.” She turned back to Colton. “If Tori didn’t need it so much, I’d twist your dick off and choke you on it.”
“Saylor!” Holley snapped. “That’s enough. She’s almost here. We need to get into position.”
It’d taken long enough, but me and Josh had finally come up with the perfect plan for him to propose to Kinsley. It was her birthday at the weekend, so we’d decided that a party at the bookstore would throw her completely off the trail. Except when the lights turned on, Josh would drop to one knee and ask her to marry him.