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The cadence has my cock stirring to life and I’m now aching more for her than I have been all day, which seems impossible. But here I am, painfully hard and wanting to devour the woman in front of me.
Libby must sense what is happening in the room. She uncrosses her legs and lets them hang off the edge of the counter. To my surprise, she crooks her finger, summoning me with the most mesmerizing look in her eyes.
Not having to be told twice, I make my way to her, claiming my spot between her legs. “Hi,” she says as she wraps her arms around my neck.
“Hi Libs.” I brush her nose with mine and my ache grows deeper when she lets out a small hmm. “You could undo me with just your sounds. Do you know that?”
She buries her face into my neck, kissing her way up to my jaw. “That sounds like a lot of power,” she says before nibbling on my ear.
“You hold all the power, Libs.” This has her pulling back to look at me, her hooded eyes dancing between mine.
“Right now?”
“Always,” I correct. She starts to say something, but stops herself. Instead, grabbing my face and pulling it toward her, sealing my promise with the most intoxicating kiss. “We don’t have a bed yet,” I warn. It should be delivered in thirty minutes, but I won’t be able to wait that long.
“I thought you liked me on the counter?” she asks daringly. My smile and cock both respond to her flirtatious tone. She wraps her legs around my waist and tucks me in close.
“The delivery guys will be here any minute.” Why the fuck do I sound like I’m trying to talk her out of this?
“Then I guess you better make it fast,” she says while pulling on my belt. That’s confirmation enough for me and I grab her face in my hands, searing her with a kiss as she undoes my buckle.
“Lift yourself up,” I command, and slide her elastic shorts down her legs as she does. I stand back and take in the sight of her pretty pussy sitting atop our counter for the first time. Like a damn feast to be eaten. But there isn’t time. I could make this all about her, but the way she’s eyeing my groin as I unzip my pants makes me think there’s something else she’s wanting out of this than just my tongue.
My cock springs free from its restraint, and her tongue darts out, licking her bottom lip. But no more words are exchanged. I pull a condom out from my back pocket and slide it on. Desire fills the air around us as I step between her legs again. Her center is glistening as it waits for me to fill it. Grabbing myself in my hand, I run the head through her slits, letting the juices coat me. The sensation has Libby rolling her eyes in the back of her head.
I line myself at her opening and cradle the back of her head in my hand, wrapping the other under her arm to brace her shoulder. “Eyes on me, baby.” And as soon as her icy blues are locked in, I trust myself to the hilt, and Libby’s moan echos in the empty space.
“That’s right, Libs. Let me hear you.” I pick up speed and watch as her eyes turn from icebergs to oceans. The only thing better than how this feels is watching how much Libby’s body enjoys it. Needing every piece of her ecstasy, I slide my tongue into her mouth and stroke every inch of hers.
Heat travels down my spine, but I want to milk this small moment for all it’s worth. Slowing my pace, I lean back. “Look at us, baby,” I say and use my hand to tilt her head down to admire how good our bodies work together. Moving my other hand from her shoulder, I rub my thumb against her bottom lip before sliding it into her mouth. And she sucks it to the back of her throat, enticing my cock to jump while inside of her.
Once I’m sure it’s wettened, I take my thumb from her mouth and rub small circles on her clit. “Colt,” she begs in a drawn own moan.
“Come for me, baby.” And I slam into her until she comes undone around me. Her pupils dilate and her brows curve like she’s in the most marvelous pain of her life. I watch as she comes down off her high. Just as she hits the bottom, I pick up speed again and pull her forehead to mine. The sounds coming from her are now carnal. Guttural. Pure. “Together, Libs. Give me one more.” That seems to be the last straw. Her pussy squeezes my cock once again and my own release follows. I lose all control in that moment and buck into her until every ounce of me is gone.
We’re left panting and smiling as our bodies recover. A knock at the door makes us both jump and Libby hops down from the counter, grabbing her clothes and running to the bathroom, laughing like a schoolgirl. My Libby.
44
“My mom would like to meet you,” Colt says as he strokes my arm lazily. It’s early Sunday morning, and he woke me up with the sun with his head between my legs.
“Oh?” I think our daily rounds of ecstasy are getting to my head. I haven’t felt an inkling of panic or dread all week. Not when the cops called me for my weekly update of no news and more questions. Not when we got lost in the moment coming home one day and forgot to lock the door, only for Tyson to walk in on us on the couch hours later. Colt was pissed, but I found it all pretty humorous. But even now, with Colt talking about meeting his mom, there’s no anxiety to be found.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. She just reminds me every time we talk that I still haven’t introduced her to my wife.”
The word makes my heart grow two sizes every time he uses it. Which is a lot. I know I need to remind myself that this is all for show, but it’s hard to focus on that when everything has been so blissful. Is it possible to have wedding bliss without an actual wedding?
I roll over to face him, adjusting the sheets to cover my naked body. “I’d love to meet your mom.”
“Really?” His eyebrows shoot up, but the hopeful gleam in his eye makes me want to pounce on him.
“Of course,” I say and kiss him on the nose. “It’s about time I meet my mother-in-law.” I should be treading lightly, but it’s too much fun, too easy, to just play the part.
Colt opens my door and holds out his hand for me to climb down out of his truck. On the way over, he filled me in on how his mom is doing and what to expect. She’s coming up on the end of her fifth month since her diagnosis and her stamina is understandably low.
It’s hard to hear him talk about her. Colt is always laid back and matter of fact, but I could hear in his voice how this is tearing him apart. I wish I understood more of what he is feeling so that I knew how to be here for him better, but I don’t know what it’s like to have a parent that you care that deeply for.
Colt opens the front door just as he does ours every day. Like he lives here. I know this is his childhood home, but it still surprises me. The sense of being so welcome that you don’t have to knock. It’s nothing I’ve ever known. Even when I was living with Jett and I knew he was already home, I felt weird just walking in. It always felt like I was intruding in his space.
