Page 52 of The No Try Zone
“Colin.” Her voice is needy. Raw.
It’s driving me insane. Or maybe it’s the way she’s pumping me, her grip tightening, then loosening with every sound she makes. I rise up, the movement forcing her hand off and out of my boxers.
In seconds, I’ve got her shoes, socks, and leggings off. “No panties?” I choke out, nearly coming right there at the sight of her.
“Off,” she says, eyes on my crotch.
I toe off my sneakers and let my pants and boxers fall, watching her expression as she takes me in. My cock twitches as she licks her lips.
She starts to rise, but I beat her to it, going to my knees and diving between her legs.
“Colin, no,” she says.
I stop immediately, looking up quizzically.
“I’ve been working all day.” She bites her lip, then gives me a meaningful look. “I’m all sweaty.”
I scoff. “I don’t care.”
“But –”
I lean down and wrap my arms around her legs, pulling her closer as I keep my eyes on hers. “I. Don’t. Care.” I give her clit the barest lick, watching with satisfaction as her eyes flutter. When she refocuses on me, I say, “Now. Will you let me eat your pussy, Sam?”
“Fuck, that’s hot,” she breathes.
“Is that a yes?”
She nods, and I lower my mouth to her. She tastes delicious, and my moan matches hers as I give myself over to the only goal that matters: making her come.
Her legs wrap around my head, any hesitation she might have had gone and buried. She grabs the hair on top of my head, guiding me to exactly where she wants me, demonstrating the pressure she wants and where, and I obey eagerly. I want only her pleasure, need only her taste on my tongue, ache only for her sighs and moans. It’s not long before her legs are shaking and she’s moaning softly above me.
“Fuck, Colin, don’t stop please don’t stop,” she murmurs, before she detonates. Her thighs tighten around my head, locking me in place as I pull her through it.
I keep going, following her lead as her body relaxes. She keeps her hands in my hair as her hips undulate in deep, then shallow movements.
After a minute, she speaks. “Get up here,” she says, her voice low and raw.
I pull away, grabbing for my wallet and pulling out the foil packet, then open and rolling the condom on before settling between her thighs.
She pulls my mouth to hers, but stops when we’re an inch apart. Her ice-blue eyes spear into me. She’s hiding nothing. Giving me everything.
I deserve absolutely none of it.
And I will keep every single bit of it.
Her nails dig into the skin at the back of my neck as we take each other in. She spreads her hips farther apart as I notch myself between her legs.
“Tell me what you want,” I whisper.
Those ice-blue eyes of hers flash as she says, “I want you to fuck me, Colin.”
“Done.” I slam into her as our lips meet, my entire body coming alive as I bottom out. Fuck.Fuck.
“Ohmygod,” she breathes. “I can’t…”
“Hang on,” I grit. She’s so tight it’s almost painful. I pull out and drive home again, and she cries out. I cover her mouth with my hand. “Shh. Good?”
Her eyes widen as she nods, then her lashes flutter as I push in once more. I don’t stop, pistoning into her, relishing the tightness of her, the feel of her walls gripping onto me. Velvet and heat and bliss. She’s fucking heaven.
