“I want that. Lose control with me. I trust you,” she answers, and I take a deep breath, teetering on a fine line.
“How bad does your ass still hurt from earlier?” I ask, praying she still gives me the green light.
“Colin, what did I tell you to do downstairs?” She peers over her shoulder at me and spreads her legs a little further, sticking her ass up into the air more and offering up her pussy. I rumble approval deep from my chest. Her tone has me grinning. Grabbing a hip, I slide my hand down her spine as I slide my cock back into her. She grabs onto the footboard tighter and groans encouragingly. I give her slow but deep, hard thrusts that suck the air from her lungs.
“You told me to fuck you. Like. I. Mean. It,” I exaggerate the last words with each hard thrust. Her legs begin to shake as I rub one ass cheek before grabbing both hips to help slam her backwards onto my cock a few times. She cries out louder.Yes. That’s it.
“You want more of me?” I ask between gritted teeth. I feel the tension coiling at the base of my spine. We’re both close.
“Yes!” she cries again, urging me on.
“Hold on, baby,” I growl, sliding my palm back up her spine to thread my fingers into her hair, tugging it lightly to pull her back up flush against my chest. I run my hand up her belly to the base of her throat, feeling her moans vibrate against my hand. I have no urge to squeeze, I’ve never been into that, but I love the feel of her pulse fluttering wildly beneath my fingertips. I love the feeling of possessing her. “Kiss me,” I whisper into her ear, and she turns her face to me, our lips colliding with need. Our bodies speak in a primal language of groans, gasps, cries and whimpers. I let go of her hair so I can be ready to tease her clit, both of us chasing that final release
“Are you ready, Love?” I whisper between gasps into her ear. She nods with an enthusiasm that steals the air from my lungs. My fingers inch toward her tight little bud, the final anticipatory dance. She almost growls, turning feral with need, and I love it. I grin. She knows I want to hear it from her lips.
“Make me come. Colin, please!” she begs. Her plea causes the head of my cock to swell, and she cries out as my fingers strum her clit. Her body tightens and begins pulsing around me. Lightning zings along every nerve ending in my body.
“Yes, baby!” I shout out, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of both our releases. Her body shakes against me as she rests her head back on my chest. I tip her chin up for a soul-wrenching kiss. I will never get enough of her.
Chapter 13
Colin
Sunday morning, I wake early, feeling like my face is vibrating. What? My eyes creak open, tufts of white and orange poking my lashes. I sigh, smiling at the source of shaking. Bitsy. I’d left the door cracked after getting up for a drink at some point during the night. Bitsy’s little body stretches between Sydney’s face and mine when I lift my head to peek over at her. Bitsy scootches closer, curling back into a ball in the space under my chin on top of my shoulder.
The purring gets louder as she rubs her head against my stubble. Tiny daggers splay against my collarbone as she decides to “make muffins”. Reaching up with one hand, I gently rearrange the insanely sharp muffin makers while I stroke her back with my other. She licks my jawline, instantly making my heart warm. Okay, I love this cat. I roll to my side so I can get a view of all three of my girls. A tiny brrr sounds from Little Bit, and she stretches a paw up, lightly poking my chin to getmy attention. I look down at the little fluff. She slowly blinks at me, giving me the equivalent of kitty kisses, an ultimate sign of affection. I slowly blink back, giving chin scratches.
Amy’s curled up contentedly at Sydney’s feet. This feels so utterly normal, and my heart leaps at the idea that this could become our normal. The sudden yearning for a family stirs within. I’m not getting any younger. I want this. I want to wake up every morning to Sydney’s gorgeous smile, a fluff ball on my chest, and Amy curled up by our feet. The idea of little feet running into the room and climbing up in bed to snuggle between us puts a smile on my face. A baby. Little blue eyes that maybe mirror my own looking up at me with joy and love. Yeah, I want that.
I look back over at Sydney, breathing softly, her hair all tousled across the pillow, and imagine her with a round belly. I swallow down a lump of emotion the thought of her carrying my child evokes. I can imagine my fingers tracing her swollen belly, feeling my child stir and push back against my fingers. It hadn’t happened for Jenna and I. We had just started talking about it a few months before the accident. It was a dream I’d long since tucked away, but it is waking with a ferocity I can’t tame.
Sydney has brought so many parts of me back to life that I hadn’t realized had even died, and I’ll never be able to fully express my gratitude. I am determined to show her how much she means to me. God’s given me a second chance at love and a fulfilling life. I will not take it for granted.
I pick Bitsy up and put her down gently at the end of the bed. She can make up her own mind whether or not she wants to brave going closer to Amy or jumping down on the floor. It won’t be long till I scooch them both off the bed. I’ve got a woman that my fingers are aching to touch. I scoot closer, tracing her cheek before leaning in to kiss her forehead. I let my fingers travel over her shoulder and down her arm watching as she stirs, stretchinglightly before blinking slowly. Her eyes are still unfocused and the cuteness of her barely awake state has me pulling her closer by the waist while I lean in to kiss her. She sighs contentedly, her body melting into my arms. She’s so warm, pliable and soft.
“Morning,” I whisper against her lips.
“I could get used to waking up like this. You’re spoiling me,” she gruffly whispers back.
Her back arches in a morning stretch, pressing her breasts against my chest. I hum in approval of the contact. I take the opportunity to bend down and kiss the exposed skin of her chest peeking out above the neckline of her sleep tank. The skin is soft and voluptuous, tempting me. My fingers skim up underneath the shirt, allowing my thumb to trace the underside of a breast. She throws a leg over my hip, using it to pull us closer together and traces my bicep with her fingers. I pull the tank up to reveal a glorious tit and lazily lick a nipple before drawing it into my mouth. I flick it with my tongue until it’s hard and repeat the motion with the other while the pad of my middle finger draws circles around the wet one. She pushes me onto my back and slings a thigh over my hips, effectively waking Amy. Little Bit hisses and jumps down, and Amy follows after her like she’s gonna lick her to death. I chuckle, then groan as Sydney pulls her shirt up and over her head.
My hands travel over her hips and pull her thong over her ass cheeks. They’re stuck around her thighs, but we’ll get to that. I lift my hips and tug down my boxer briefs, desperate to be inside of her as she kisses a hot path up my neck to my ear. She works herself over the tip of me, sinking slowly, groaning with me as my body invades hers.
“We didn’t think this through before starting,” she pants out, trying to pull her thong out of the way more but not wanting to disengage from my cock. “I justneededyou inside of me.” My cock jerks at her admission.
“I’ve got a solution.” I flip her back onto her back, and she squeals. I smile and lift her legs up in front of me and pull the thong over her ankles, twirling it around my fingers. “Ta-da!” I goofily sing, the both of us laughing, then sighing as her legs fall back around either side of my hips, and I push into her fully.Home. I nestle my face into her neck, inhaling the soft scent of her lingering soap and Sydney. I piston my hips deep and slow, allowing her to feel every delicious stroke I give her. I hook an arm under a thigh and lift it further toward her chest, allowing me even deeper, and the needy sound that escapes her spurs me on.
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Sydney
Colin pushes into me at a languid pace that has my nerve endings sparking to life, sending the message throughout my body that I am his to pleasure, that it has a new master, and that ecstasy will only be attainable at his command. The moment my eyes opened, I could see his need blatantly written across his face. I could never deny him. I am absolutely enthralled with this side of him. Since we’ve moved into the physical side of our relationship, I’ve seen Colin come alive in ways I hadn’t expected. Seeing him be fully himself has shed light on just how much he’d tucked away from the world, from himself. It’s been an exhilarating transformation to see.
I gasp as he sits back on his heels, pumping and reaching forward to rub my clit with his fingers. When my body tightens around his shaft instinctively, he grits his teeth, hissing with pleasure at the grip. His eyes drift down to our joined bodies, and his hips stutter a little at the sight.
“Damn, Sydney, I wish you could see this from my point of view.” His hips stutter again before his pace quickens a smidge. I smile, loving the sight of him unraveling in front of me. An idea takes root.
“Does it feel good, baby?” I pant out, needing to know and dying to see how he reacts to my words.
