Page 82 of The No Try Zone
“Wanted to feel pretty.” The admission comes out without thought, and I wonder if maybe I shouldn’t have said it.
His eye darken. “You’re flawless, Sam. It doesn’t matter what you wear.” There’s a pause as he readjusts himself, leaning down so his mouth hovers over the lace. “But this?” He drags his tongue over the fabric, his eyes never leaving mine.
I shiver.
“I love you in this,” he murmurs, his tongue exploring the lace as I arch toward him. The sensation is maddening. It’s delicious but nowhere near enough, and squirming beneath him is of no use. He’s bigger than me.
He rises up and sits back on bent legs. “Lean against the headboard,” he commands. “Keep those on.”
I scoot up and position myself against the pillows, knowing exactly what he wants. The white lace is almost too much against my overheated skin, and I feel every inch of the strings that bite into the flesh of my hips. Even still, I spread my legs, giving him a full view of the way the triangle of fabric barely covers me.
“Beautiful,” he whispers, still kneeling at the other end of the bed.
I trace my hand down my stomach and pause over the lace.
“Yes,” he croaks. “Please.”
I run a finger over the seam of the panties. They’re soaked. A moan escapes me, and he groans in response. I push the fabric to the side.
“Fuck.” He draws the word out in a whisper.
I wait, holding the fabric and doing everything I can to be still.
“Touch yourself,” he says after a moment.
Breathing a sigh of relief, I press my middle finger to my flesh, dipping inside and then back out to swirl around my clit.
His gaze is pinned to the show, and it empowers me to do more, touching myself the same way I would if it were just me and no one was watching. My breathing hitches.
“Can you come like that?”
“With me,” I whisper, looking to his straining cock as he wraps a hand around it.
But he shakes his head. “I want to see you come. Please.”
My fingers speed up, swirling and pressing, my whole body flushing at the idea of what’s happening.
“Good,” he says, his voice deep and scratchy. “Just like that. Does it feel good, Sam? Do you want my fingers there instead? My cock?”
But the words are enough, and I come, waves of pleasure coursing through me as Colin watches, his hungry eyes missing nothing. The sight of him watching me seems to draw the orgasm out, wringing every bit of ecstasy out of me. Finally, I hiss out a curse and go limp on the mattress.
He studies me as he grabs my ankles to slide me down the mattress. He looks undone, wild and feral. When he speaks again, his voice is strained. “I need to taste you now. Please let me. Please.”
I can’t understand why he asks, because of course he can, but I nod anyway. Instantly his mouth, hot and wet, meets the lace of my panties. A finger pulls the fabric aside and he groans as his tongue flicks out.
I gasp, my sensitive flesh already primed for whatever he does next. “Oh my god,” I moan.
He yanks the panties down and I lift as he pulls them off, then settles back down, one arm wrapping around my leg as his mouth finds my clit. He worships me, bringing me to the edge. As my legs begin to shake, he stops, lifting his mouth off me.
I squirm and whimper, needing something,anythingto soothe the ache. “Colin.”
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Sunshine,” he says, rising over me. His voice cracks.
I pull him to me, craving his weight on me and moaning as our mouths meet, tongues clashing. I taste myself on him. He grinds into me, his cock sliding against my slick pussy as he groans. “Fuck, Sam.”
“Please,” I murmur against his mouth, reaching between us to put him at my entrance. “I need you.”
He pushes in, my body taking him willingly, eagerly, the thickness of his cock inside me as familiar as my own body. It’s tight, it always is. “Baby,” he grits out, lowering his head and gasping.
