“Holy fuck,” he breathes, the words rough, stripped bare.
His eyes darken, sweeping down my body and back up, so slowly I feel every inch of that gaze like he's touching me.
He pushes off the wall, and his warm hands slide over my hips, up my sides, skimming the lace.
“Zoey,” he murmurs, his thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts through the delicate fabric. “Look at you.”
I swallow, my heart hammering. “Too much?”
“Fuck no.” His voice drops to a deep gravelly tone that peaks my nipples against the lace. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
He leans in, his lips brushing my shoulder, tracing the strap. His hands slide around to my back, then lower, over the curve of my ass.
He squeezes, and I gasp.
“This,” he says against my skin, “is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
One hand drifts lower, his fingers tracing the soft swell of my belly… the part I’ve never quite gotten back after Morgan, the stretch marks I’ve hidden for years. I tense instinctively, but Colt doesn’t pause.
He kisses each mark like it’s a map he’s memorizing.
“So soft,” he murmurs, his lips trailing lower. “So goddamn perfect. All of you.”
Tears prick my eyes, but they’re not sad.
They’re…relief.
He sweeps me up, one arm under my knees, the other behind my back, and carries me to the bed. The sheets are cool, soft, smelling like him as he lays me down, then kneels between my legs.
His hands slide up my thighs, pushing them apart.
“Colt—”
“Shhh. I've missed this pussy so fucking much.” He leans down, his breath warm against my inner thigh. “I’ve been dreaming about this all day… you know that?”
He leans in and his tongue finds my clit through the lace.
I cry out, arching off the bed instantly. Heat thrums through my body, and he hooks his fingers in the waistband of the panties, dragging them down my legs and tossing them aside.
Then his mouth is on me, hot and wet and relentless.
I fist my hands in the sheets, my hips rolling, chasing the pressure.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he groans against me, his tongue circling, sucking, driving me wild.
He slips two fingers inside me, curling them against my front walls, and just like that… I shatter.
“Colt!” I scream his name, my body convulsing around his fingers as he drinks me in, licking every drop. I've never come so easy in my life, and he drags another one out almost instantly. "Oh, yes!Oh my… COLT!OH!"
He crawls up my body, a slow shift of hard muscle right before my eyes. Every defined ridge of his abs brushes my skin, his thick, rigid cock dragging a hot trail up my thigh.
His lips are slick and shining with me, and the sight sends a fresh, aching throb straight to my core. My breath hitches, my body already begging for him again. But then he brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean, his eyes never leaving mine as he tastes me.
“Mmmm… Best thing I’ve ever tasted,” he growls, rolling back down my body to devour me again.
I come two more times, my cry growing more raw and louder each time, and Colt groans against my pussy with each one.
My body is still shaking when his tongue dips lower, tracing a slow, wet circle around my back entrance. The touch is shocking, intimate like I've never felt, but pleasure ignites another layer deeper.
