Page 120 of The No Try Zone
I moan, unintelligible sounds coming out as he takes his time with me. Within moments, my legs are shaking, my back arching, his name coming out of my mouth like a chant as he takes me higher and higher. “Colin, Colin,Colin,fuck, Colin.” The edge comes quickly, and he pulls me over it with ease, my body lighting up as every synapse within me tingles with pleasure.
He guides my feet down so they dangle off the bed, then eases himself up as his mouth drags up my stomach, kissing and nipping. I reach for his waist, undoing the belt and pants to shove them down. He’s in his usual thin cotton boxers and they go next, sliding off with an ease I have never fully appreciated until this exact moment.
I wrap my hand around his length as he grunts, his hips jerking as I tighten my grip and pull. “Need you,” I whisper. “Now. Please.”
He cradles my head in one hand and puts the other at my lower back, then lifts and moves me up the bed once, twice before I feel the soft pillows at my neck. I spread my legs and he lowers himself into their cradle, our mouths meeting as I move a hand down to find him again. He lets me guide him to my entrance, and his tongue licks into my mouth as he pushes in.
My whole body relaxes as I receive him, my knees raising as his hand moves to lift my bottom. The move is so familiar that tears spring to my closed eyes.
He pulls out and pushes in again, going onto one elbow to hold himself up. I blink my eyes open and the tears fall out.
“Sunshine,” he whispers, kissing them away tenderly as his hips move.
“I’m okay,” I promise, giving him a watery smile. I take a deep breath, whooshing it out as he pushes into me.
Another ping comes from his phone. Our eyes meet and his crinkle in amusement. “Say it again,” he urges as we move.
“I love you.”
He smiles as our bodies come together. “I love you.”
We kiss again, the kiss becoming frantic as he picks up the pace. Pleasure curls deep inside as I tighten my grip on him, my nails digging into his back. “Again,” he begs.
“I love you.”
He squeezes his eyes tight. Thrusts.
He hits deep and I gasp the words. “I love you.”
He moans, dropping his forehead to mine as he connects with me again.
“I love you. I love you. I love you.Colin.” His name gusts out of me as he goes even deeper.
“Love you so much,” he whispers. His teeth find my shoulder as he moves, one hand pulling on the hair at the back of my neck as the other grips my ass, his hips losing rhythm as he chases his orgasm.
I’m already there, my muscles contracting around him as I come, heightening the feel of him pulsing inside me as his climax hits. He kisses my neck, my jaw, cheek, other cheek, before crashing his mouth to mine, both of us clinging tightly to the other as we ride it out.
When it subsides, we breathe. Sharing the air, our lips nearly touching as he presses his forehead to mine. My legs stay tight on his hips, his arms locked around my body.
“I love you.” He whispers the words, his voice hoarse. “I love you so much. I can’t say it enough. I love you.”
I push his hair off his forehead, relishing the way his eyes close like a cat’s. The way he moves into it shamelessly, wanting the contact. As if the weeks of separation have taken something vital from him, and the only way he’ll get it back is through touch.
His phone pings and he groans. “I need to get that.” He makes no move to do so.
I kiss the spot on his cheek where beard meets skin. “You do.”
It pings again.
We kiss.
Another ping.
With a soft curse, he lifts out of my hold, kissing his way down my chest and stomach before rising to grab his pants and pluck out his phone.
“It’s Scott.”
I rise up on my elbows, enjoying the show. A butt that won’t quit and thick leg muscles that bunch and release as he moves. “You should call him.”
