Page 29 of Rescuing Macie

But every time Colt pulled away, her hips followed, not wanting to lose him. Then he’d press his cock back inside and she’d feel whole again.

Reaching down, she gripped his ass and dug her nails into his sensitive skin when he left her body once more. “Colt,” she griped.

“What?” he asked with a grin.

“Stay inside me,” she ordered.

“You’re more sensitive this way though, aren’t you?” he asked.

Thinking about it, Macie nodded. “Yeah. All the nerve endings down there come to life every time you pull all the way out before pushing back in.”

“Exactly,” he muttered. “For me too. My cock is all happy and warm, then it’s cold and sad, then it’s happy and warm again.”

Macie chuckled and Colt groaned. “Fuck, I can feel your muscles clenching around my dick when you laugh.”

That made her laugh harder, and she wrapped her legs around his thighs, trying to hold him in place. “I thought you said you were going to make me come slow and easy?” she complained.

“You ready for that?” he asked. “I was giving you time to recover.”

“I’m recovered,” she reassured him.

Instead of picking up his pace, Colt pressed all the way inside her, then sat up, pulling her ass onto his thighs. Her pelvis was tilted upward and she was resting on her shoulder blades. She was about to ask what he was doing—when his thumb landed on her clit and began stroking, slow and easy.

Squirming, wanting more but somehow less, Macie gasped. “What are you doing?”

“Making love to you. Making you come on my cock.”

The movement of his thumb was relentless. No matter how much she squirmed, she couldn’t get away from it. His cock was full and hard inside her, and her body bore down on it as she got closer and closer to losing it.

“Damn, hon. You’re squeezing me so hard. It feels so fucking good. You need to come or I’ll lose it.”

She barely heard his words. Macie had always thought she needed a fast and hard touch on her clit to come, but Colt was proving her wrong. The orgasm built slowly but steadily until Macie knew she was about to tumble over. She spread her legs as wide as she could as her thighs began to tremble. Her stomach clenched and her toes curled.

“That’s it, Mace. Come for me.”

And she did.

She thought she might’ve blacked out for a moment because when she became aware of where she was again, her ass was back on the mattress and Colt was leaning over her once more. He was still inside her, as hard as ever.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said roughly. “Hard. You ready?”

Macie nodded. She was ready for whatever he wanted to do with her. She was his. Completely.

His hips started moving, pressing his length in and out of her. Sweat beaded on his brow as he fought his body’s reaction. “I’m not going to last,” he informed her. “Watching you come, hearing my name on your lips, feeling your excitement on my thighs…it was too much. Does this feel okay?”

Macie nodded.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered. “Make yourself come again.”

“I can’t,” she protested, even as her hips rose to meet his thrusts.

“Try,” he croaked. “Please. I want to feel you squeeze the come out of me.”

Not able to deny him anything, Macie reached down between their bodies and brushed a finger over her swollen clit. She jerked in response. She was so sensitive still. Even though it hurt a little bit, she did as Colt asked. She wanted to please him. Wanted to force him over the edge with her.

It didn’t take long. Within a minute Macie felt the telltale signs of her impending orgasm. “I’m close!” she warned.

“I know,” he responded. “Do it! Fucking come.”