“You’re wonderful.” Colin sighs, leaning down to claim my lips. He tastes lightly of beer, and when the tip of his tongue parts my lips, I sigh back my pleasure and deepen the kiss. Colin’s hand on my back tugs me even closer, settling our bodies as close as they can get without being illegal, and his other hand leaves mine to tangle into the strands of my hair. He groans softly against my lips at the pleasant feeling of hard body against body, then pulls away slowly with a smile on his lips.
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Colin
Kissing Sydney evokes feelings in me that I haven’t allowed myself to feel for years. The feel of her body so tight against me is enough to make me want to forget any gentlemanly gestures. My body is definitely screaming yes, but I’m not quite ready for that next step. Not to mention, we’ve only been seeing each other a short while. What does this thing we have going on even mean? How long is long enough to take that next step. I know she’s feeling it too, but I don’t want Sydney to feel like a fling or just another warm body to enjoy. No, Sydney’s special.Fuck, man, you sound like a chick up in this place.Shut the fuck up, brain. No, she deserves to be courted and treated like a respectable woman. With regret, I slowly and regretfully pull back a little.
“Now that was closer to what I’ve been dreaming about since Saturday night,” I say huskily.
“Mmmm, yes, that was very…very nice,” she replies breathlessly.
Sydney tries to even her breathing. I like this breathless, all-worked-up look on her. She’s still slightly pressed up against me, and I can definitely feel her nipples poking through her bra against my chest.Cock, don’t you fucking do it.I clear my throat. The thought that Sydney’s breasts are as full as they arewithout any extra padding makes me want to cry. Knowing that just kissing her made us both this hot makes me think of how explosive it will be when the clothes start coming off. I lean down and kiss those sweet lips just one more time.
We dance to a few faster paced songs after that. I thoroughly enjoy the way Sydney’s hips sway and how confident she seems in her skin. Dancing appears to be a second nature to her, her face all lit up with pure joy. I only hope that when the time comes and we’re panting next to each other, exhausted after hours of lovemaking, her face shows the same exuberance. She surprises me when she stretches up onto her tip toes and asks, “Do you wanna go make out?” Then she flutters her eyelashes at me, all innocent like. I have no words. She is trouble. I grab her wrist, leading the way back to the booth, giggling the entire way, to say goodbye to the guys.
“Trystan, McSteamy, it was great to meet you.”
“Shit…” Mark leans back against the booth, snickering with a thumb to his lips while regarding my girl. “I like her for you, Colin.”
We finish our goodnights, and Sydney smiles charmingly at them. Both guys fumble over their words and stammer their goodbyes while glancing back and forth between her and me. Evidently, our intentions are not hidden very well.
“We still planning on fishing again Sunday?” I ask over my shoulder as we turn to leave.
“Of course, unless you bail on us,” Trystan smirks. “You two get out of here before she blushes to death.” I leave money for our beer and a tip, murmur a ‘see ya’, then herd Sydney through the crowd to the door. I’m so excited that she took the upper hand and suggested we leave, but hopefully she understands that we can’t take this any further than making out yet.
The ride back to Sydney’s is quick. I hold her hand the whole way. She looks a little nervous, but then again, until you really get to know the person, it can be a little awkward at first. I just hope she’s not regretting leaving the bar. The sexual tension in the cab is unbearable. I park, and Sydney hops out of the truck before I can tell her to let me get her door. She starts toward the house a few steps ahead of me, fumbling with her keys as she unlocks the door, her fingers shaking a little. Anticipation I hope. She turns on a light and sets her purse on the table before facing me with a shy smile.
“So…” Sydney sticks her hands in her back pockets, glancing down at her feet then back up at me. A slight pink flushes her face, giving her thoughts away.
I can’t take it anymore. I close the three foot gap between us in a step and a half, whisking her into my arms while claiming her lips with all my pent up frustration unleashing its fury. Her lips are so soft. I decide to make her squirm and torture her the way she had unknowingly tortured me all night by swirling my tongue slowly, outlining the inside of her lips. Sydney softly moans into my mouth, and her kiss goes from sweet to hungry before I even finish my first swirl. She grabs onto one of my biceps, the other hand knotted in my hair, increasing every sensation running through me. She is fantastic. I’m awed by the inner cat in this woman and can only imagine what it will be like sans clothes. The tugging of my hair causes a painful nudge against my zipper, and I know at once I am sporting the world’s hardest erection.
Sydney nudges me from the foyer into the living room, kissing and slowly making her way to the couch. She clumsily steps on one of my toes in those heels, and I hiss out slightly in pain, but keep kissing her through her giggled apology against my lips. She shakes off her heels as she pushes me onto the couch, reaching over my shoulder to turn on the lamp. The roomsoftly illuminates, but all I care to see is Sydney. I pull her onto my lap sideways when what I really want is for her to straddle my thighs and cock, but I have to stay in control. Sydney has fistfuls of my shirt and collar in her hands, and when I pull away to take in the look on her face, she tugs my collar to pull me back to her needy lips. I don’t want to stop, but we need to talk before things get carried away.
“Syd,” I murmur against her lips. Her answer is a delightful ‘hmmmm’ that vibrates against my lips, making me nearly forget what I was about to say. “Sydney, we need to talk before we can’t talk anymore.” She squirms her butt, silently admiring my hard on and making my teeth snap shut in utter pleasure from the friction.
“I promise I won’t let you have your way with me tonight, if that’s what you’re getting at.” Sydney lays it all out there as blunt as could be while smiling wickedly up at me.Fuckity, fuck, fuck.
“Good,” I smile back. “It’s not that I wouldn’t enjoy it. I most definitely would. It’s just that I don’t want you to think that’s all I want you for. You deserve the best. Not only that, I’m not prepared, and it’s been so long…” I quickly shut up, hating that I blurted out that last part.
“I understand. I would never think you were using me for sex. You’re too decent. I’m simply asking for a makeout session, so no pressure. I just want to ensure that you go home with me on your mind.” Another wicked smile graces her lips as she fingers a button hole near my collar. “Can we get back to making each other all hot and bothered now?”
“Gladly.”
I lift her off of my lap, and she chuckles as I toss her on the couch before resting my hips between her legs, stretching us across the length of the couch. When I let some of my weight fall on Sydney, she sighs softly and tugs my collar again, closing thegap between us. Instead of kissing me, she traces her lips across my earlobe and whispers, “You have no idea how much you are turning me on.” My pulse thunders through my veins.
“Enlighten me.” I bend and press a firm kiss on her neck beneath her ear.
Sydney turns her head, capturing my earlobe between her lips, teasing it with her tongue and lightly sucking on it. I groan, the sensations jolting straight to my dick, and I nibble where her neck and shoulder meet. Her fingers tangle in my hair to yank my lips back to hers.Fuck, that’s hot.Our tongues dance, caressing and retreating in a rhythm that has both of us panting. Our bodies press firmly to each other, seeking to be as close as possible. I can’t fight the urge any longer, so I press my hardness where I know she craves it most. Sydney gasps her pleasure, rubbing her hips up against me, seeking to feel my entire length against her core. I run a hand down her jean clad thigh and pull it up, hitching it over my hip and placing our groins even closer. My erection is throbbing painfully now, my breathing ragged, but I just can’t stop yet.
As if feeling my indecision about stopping, Sydney pushes me back onto my rear and straddles me fully, pressing herself against me as close as the clothes will allow. I grit my teeth, trying to reign in my control.
“Not yet,” she whispers mid-kiss. Sydney is definitely seducing the shit out of me.
I grasp her hips and press her down onto my straining cock, groaning at the feel of a woman in my arms, kissing me, seducing me, overpowering my senses. Sydney Reed is driving me mad. The friction between us is making her quiver, and quiet, little moans are beginning to escape her lips more often. If we keep at this for even just a few minutes longer, we might take this too far. I don’t want to stop, not one bit, but the last thing I need is to blow my wad right here in my pants.
“I can’t take much more, babe, and from the way you’re sounding, neither can you,” I pant heavily against her throat before looking up at her to gauge her reaction.
“Mmmm, I know it, but Colin, you feel amazing.” Sydney bites her lip, gazing dreamily in my eyes, clearly on the brink of something I want so much to give her.Shit.
