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“I’ve waited too damn long to have you back in my arms again, baby. No matter what hell we have been through, we can only go on, together. I’d give my last breath, just to hold you in my arms.”
Running my fingers through his thick black hair, I pull his lips down to mine. With one simple kiss, I breathe into him, “I’ve missed you, Colton.” Colton’s lips come crashing down on mine, as his soft sweet kisses turn to raw heated passion, ravaging me like a beast, gnawing at his prey. His hands caress me wildly, exploring every inch of my heated flesh. I tug at his thick hair, as he continues to kiss, lick and tease me. Feathering kiss down my chest, he gently trails his fingers beneath the cup of my bra, then glances at me, for approval. Arching my head back at his sensual touch, Colton takes my movement as approval. Raising up, he rips away at the bra, leaving it in shreds around my back, exposing my now chilled breast. A devious grin spreads across Colton’s face, as he leans down, tenderly kissing my breast, while grasping the other tightly in his palm. He gently thrusts his hips into mine, pressing his hardness into me. A tiny whimper escapes my dry throat, as a fiery spark ignites in my core. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull him closer to me, begging for more of his touch. Slowly, I trail my tongue along his jaw, carefully sprinkling small, delicate kisses along his throat. Colton peers down at me behind dark hooded eyes, filled with lust and want.
“Darlin’, I can’t stop myself from touchin’ you,” Colton whispers before dipping his soft tongue deep between my lips. “But I’ll stop if this is too much, too fast.” He continues to kiss me, willing me to let him love me. Digging my nails deep into his hardened shoulders I plead Colton not to stop. Together, we kiss, touch and caress madly.
Raising from the bed, Colton strips away my sweats and panties, slowly, his hands an erratic tremble. I watch intently, my eyes wide with fear, excitement, and love. Lacing his finger through mine he pulls me towards him, motioning for me to undress him, as he just undressed me. Anxiety creeps through my chest, and my nerves stand on end, but I fight back the emotion. With shaky hands, I unbutton his pants, and slowly glide them down his long, muscular thighs, letting them crumple to the floor. My hands immediately trail up his chest, tracing lines over the tribal tattoo that splays from the top of his shoulder, down his lean, cut side. Wrapping my tiny wrists in his rough hands, he guides me back down onto the bed, gently, before letting his hungry eyes peer over my bare skin. He slides his boxer briefs down his legs, springing free his hardened erection. Never letting his eyes escape mine, Colton slides his hand up my thigh, softly caressing me, finding his way to my aching core.
Sensing my fear, he presses his forehead to mine, and softly whispers, “You were made for me, darlin’. Feel how you fit in my arms, by my side? A damn perfect fit. Because you are mine. For always.”
Skin to skin, I feel so connected to Colton. It’s a euphoric feeling that I’ve never felt before. Colton kisses me lustfully, as his fingers continue to tease my delicate clit. Clutching the nape of my neck with his left hand, Colton kisses me deeply, while he fills me with his hardened erection. Wincing from the pain, I allow a tiny whimper to escape me. Colton notices, but his momentum never fades, as he wraps his right arm tightly around my waist, cradling me tight, as he slowly rocks our bodies together in a fluid movement. Flesh to flesh, the sensation of Colton and I connected like this is so overwhelming, nothing like I ever encountered with him when we were younger.
Tears begin to fall freely from my eyes, desperate for their escape of the overwhelming emotions I’m feeling. Kissing soft delicate kisses over my collar bone as he continues to rock us together, Colton kisses gently up my neck, to my face, kissing away the tears. He is so aware of my every emotion, careful to tend to me fully.
His pace heightens as he thrusts deeper and stronger, frazzling my core to a level I never experienced before. With a husky tone, Colton begins to moan deeply into my ear, before releasing a gut ripping growl. Tangled in each other’s arms, we both come spiraling down together, from the most euphoric, intense, sensation I have ever felt in my life.
Colton’s weight crashes down on me, dirty, hot, and sticky. Together we lay in a warm embrace, quietly enjoying the solace of each other’s arms.
COLTON
Pullin’ into the driveway at Carly Jo’s house, I hang my head in defeat, seein’ that she ain’t home. I put the truck in park, and tap the steerin’ wheel nervously, fightin’ with myself, over fightin’ for Carly Jo. The dark clouds that hang heavy in the sky remind me of my heavy heart.
After battlin’ the relentless demons, I remind myself that I’m Colton Weston, and I always get what I want, if I fight hard enough for it. Fight…that’s what I decide to do. I promise myself that I will not give up on Carly Jo, I’ll fight till my last dyin’ breath.
Lightnin’ crashes and thunder rumbles in the sky. Growin’ anxious from sittin’ in the truck, I feel like I’m strugglin’ for air. I climb out of the truck, and lace my fingers together at the back of my head, to open my lungs up, as I draw in a deep fresh breath of air. Tiny droplets of rain hit me, so I go sit on the front porch swing, and wait, impatiently.
It feels like I wait an eternity, and I’m damn near in tears when I hear the deep rumble of a V8 engine pull into the driveway. With my head in my hands, I notice my palms instantly begin to sweat from my frayed nerves. I can’t bear to look up, and into her eyes.
As she pulls my hand into her lap, her touch sends an earth tiltin’ jolt through my veins. I wince my eyes shut, and fight back the tears that threaten to spring free. Carly Jo tugs on my chin, and I slowly open my heavy eyes and look sadly at her. The look on her face causes my heart to constrict. She stands, and pulls me inside the house.
She climbs the stairs to her bedroom, and I follow. Leanin’ against the door jamb, with my arm over my head, I watch her grab a change of clothes from her closet, then walk into the bathroom, her eyes never meetin’ mine. When I hear the door shut, I look around the room, nervous to invade her privacy. On the night stand, I see her iPod, sitting on the dockin’ station, and wonder what she’s been listenin’ to, so I look through her playlist. Music always spoke volumes for Carly Jo’s emotions. Pullin’ the playlist up, my heart falters at the list of gut wrenchin’ music she’s been playin’. I scroll through the thousands of songs, and find one that’s perfect. A song that will let Carly Jo know that she’s safe with me, and I’ll never hurt her again. A song that will tell her that I’m playin’ for keeps, in this for eternity. Pressin’ play, I turn the volume to a soft level, and wait by the door for Carly Jo to exit.
Completely caught up in my overwhelmin’ emotions, I grab Carly Jo and begin to spin her around softly to the music, hummin’ in her ear. Her scent is beyond intoxicatin’, and I can’t help but to kiss and nibble along her delicate neck line. Hot damn the things this woman does to me. With just one simple touch, she has me as hot as fire. I can’t control myself with her. Damn I love her so friggin’ much. I just want her in my arms forever.
Carly Jo is as affected as I am, and lets her tension fall away, grippin’ me to her tighter. My mind goes foggy, and before I know it, I have her pinned beneath me, on the bed, makin’ the sweetest, most passionate love, I have ever had in my life. Soft and slow, I tell myself; make it last in case this is my last time holdin’ her, fillin’ her.
The orgasmic build-up is intense; I grip her tighter in arms, as I continue to rock into her, quickenin’ my pace. She lets out a soft whimper, and I lose myself, deep within her. She clings tight to my shoulder, as she comes apart around my cock. Holy frickin’ shit!
In a foggy haze, I crash my body down on top of her, desperate to catch my breath. I kiss her softly, then roll to my back, and snuggle her dee
p to my side. Holdin’ her hostage in my arms, we lay here together in silence. She runs her fingers up my chest, and begins to trace over my tattoos, again. Her touch is electrifyin’. I grit my teeth down, at the sensation.
“Your tattoos are beautiful.” Her voice, barely a whisper. I smile at her, then kiss her forehead. “Tell me the story.” Cockin’ my right eyebrow at her, clearly confused, she giggles. Ah hell, I haven’t heard that laugh in too damn long. I sit up on the bed, so I can display each original piece of art. Carly Jo sits up beside of me, pullin’ a pillow over her chest, obviously bashful to bare her beautiful body. Trailin’ her fingers up my chest over the tribal tattoo that covers the right side of my torso, she bites her lip as her fingers tremble. I move her hand to the tattoo that is permanently etched over my heart.
“This tattoo is pretty self-explainable. These are Heidi Jo’s foot prints when she was a baby, and this is her birthdate. I got this tattoo here, so I could always keep my baby girl close to my heart. I know one day she’ll grow up and won’t need her Daddy anymore, but this way I’ll have a little piece of her, always.”
She smiles, then trails her fingers over the tribal tattoo once again. “And this one?” I still her hand over my chest, ticklish from her tingling fingers.
“This tattoo represents strength, it hurt like a bitch, especially over my shoulder. It reminds me that no matter how tough life gets, to stay strong.”
She smirks, “do you have any others?” Resting my head on the headboard, I sigh.
“A few. Do you have any?” She laughs and quickly inserts a hell no for good measure.
“Show me your other tats, please?” Turning my head, I show her the nautical star on my neck. She brushes her fingers up my unshaven neck, careful not to miss one inch of the star. “Why is it black?” she asks, her voice soft and innocent.
“This tattoo represents guidance. I chose solid black, to remind me to stay on the right path, and to never go back to my old habits.” Carly Jo is clearly confused, but she doesn’t know about the demons I battled with drug abuse and alcoholism.
“What do you mean, old habits?” My nerves begin to tick, but I pull her down onto me, and kiss her cheek.
