“Look how good you take what I give you,” I whisper right before bending to flick her clit with my tongue. She cries out and bucks upward toward my mouth. I swirl my tongue over our fingers and back around her clit. She squeezes so good.
“You’re such a good, good girl…” I whisper low and reverently as I pull her fingers free and suck them into my mouth. A huff of surprise leaves her. She fucking loves it when I praise her. I smile lewdly as I replace her fingers with mine,stretching her wide with my three larger fingers. Her eyes roll back in her head and the best, needy groan escapes her throat. That sound is my undoing. I live for that sound. I work hard to earn that sound, so when it graces my ears, I relish it. That sound tells me I’m doing things very, very right.
I suck her clit back into my mouth and crook my fingers, aiming for that g-spot. She wails and clamps around me, but I’m not stopping. She’s riding my hand and face now, and it’s fucking glorious. Her fingers tugging on my hair, undecidedly pulling me away to relieve the intensity and pressing me closer because it’s not enough, have me smiling against her skin as I furiously work my fingers. She’s shaking so hard; I’ve just got to tip her over the edge. I lift my lips, giving her just my tongue, then whisper, “I want you to soak me.”
I give a few quick twists of my wrist, and her body seizes. Her elbow that was holding her up gives out, and her back arches beautifully off of the bed as she topples, squeezing me so hard and beautifully drenching my hand with her release. Her cries are music to my ears, and I use my free hand to rip down my boxers. I crawl up her body and kiss her breathless mouth as I plunge deep inside her quivering pussy, groaning loudly at the grip it gives me, welcoming me home.
“Now you’re going to do that again around my cock,” I say, almost breathless myself from the need rising inside me. I set a punishing pace, our bodies meeting furiously before I slow for several pumps then pick back up again. She raises back up to her elbows and pumps her hips against me, working to meet me hard on each thrust in, and my hips stutter. I grit my teeth, loving how well our bodies work together and hating that I’m already so close to coming. Her moans are getting needier by the pump.
“Fuck, Sydney,” I moan, unable to hold it back. “I wanted to make this last.”
“Fill me,” Sydney commands, and my hips stutter again, my control evaporating, need blinding me with her filthy demand. I pull out and flip her onto her knees and slam back home. She cries out, but pushes back against me, meeting each brutal thrust with her own.
Her little, whimpery “yeses” have me teetering on the precipice. Only when her body tenses up around mine do I slam balls deep, allowing my cock to empty fully into her with a deep, long groan of satisfaction. I disengage, admiring my handiwork for a second before lightly smacking her ass, pulling back the covers, and motioning for her to get in. I crawl in next to her and gather her in my arms as our breathing starts to regulate.
“Morning nap,” I whisper against the hair atop her head. She hums contentedly as I tuck the covers around us more. I plan to be balls deep in her again as soon as I recharge. As soon as I…
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Sydney
Colin makes it a whole minute after tucking us in before he’s passed out in post-orgasmic bliss. I giggle lightly against his chest and look up at him. I reach up and run a few fingers lightly through his dark hair, enjoying this quiet moment all to myself. If I get to do this for the rest of my life, I will die a very happy woman.
He didn’t shave this morning. I lightly trace the sexy stubble along his jawline, loving the feel against my skin. His arm wrapped around my waist pulls me against him tighter, needing me close even in sleep. I lay my head back down in my comfy spot and just listen to his even breathing, content with my life. Bitsy strolls into the room, giving a little brrr sound in hello as she jumps up onto the bed. She crawls up onto Colin’s stomach, does a turn and settles into a loaf as I pet her. Yeah, life is good. I take a quick moment to slide out of the bed and use the restroom to clean back up. When I climb back in bed, snuggling up close to my man and furball, it doesn’t take me long to drift off with them.
An hour and a half later, Colin wakes me up in the best of ways before going downstairs to make us a late breakfast/early lunch. I find clothes and get ready for the day even though I know there’s a high likelihood the clothes will just be on the floor later. He made it clear that most of his “getting ready for the trip” includes filling me with his cock as many times as possible before he leaves me tomorrow morning.
I walk into the kitchen to enjoy the sight of his tight buns cooking in just his boxer briefs with my apron on so he doesn’t get splattered with the bacon grease. I admire, but can’t help the giggle that leaves me. He turns his head sideways to see me as he grins and bites off a piece of bacon to hand down to Amy.
“You look ridiculous,” I chuckle.
“You mean ridiculously hot,” Colin banters back, tossing me a wink. Be still my heart. He’s right.
I saunter over and pet Amy while grabbing my own piece of bacon. He hands me a cup of coffee he already made up just the way I like it. I grab it from him appreciatively and lean against the counter next to him, sipping, sighing, and chewing another bite of bacon.
“I’m going to miss you this weekend,” I sigh against the rim of my mug.
“I’ll miss you, too, but I’ll be home before you know it.” He leans over and presses a quick kiss to my shoulder.
“I love when you say that.”
“That I’ll miss you?”
“No. Well, yes, but that you’ll come home to me. Our home. It makes me feel all fuzzy inside.”
“Well that makes two of us.” He gives me a peck on the lips this time. “I love you.”
Swoon…
“I love you back.”
We just stand there stupidly smiling at each other and sipping our coffee for a few silent moments while he does indeed look ridiculously hot in my apron. After brunch, we take a long walk on the beach with Amy and finish getting all of his stuff packed for the guys trip. That evening, we eat dinner and drink wine on the couch by the fire. He pulls me in his lap and takes his time with me as the fire dies down, then carries me off to bed to start all over again. We fall asleep, sated and happy, wrapped in each other's arms. He accomplished his goal, and I will for sure be antsy for him to walk back in the door Sunday night.
Chapter 23
Sydney
Friday morning, the feeling of Colin gently rubbing his thumb along my cheek wakes me with a jolt. I had that damn dream about my father leaving Mom and I again. It’s been so long since I’d had it, I’d forgotten how hard it makes my heart beat. My eyes pop open to handsome blue ones staring back at me, and the concern in his eyes tells me he knows that I was having a rough dream. A reassuring smile graces his lips and warms my soul, scattering the shadows that dream left in its wake.
