After several minutes of his deep, hungry kisses, I pull away, breathless. "You said it’s been two years. That’s a long time to wait."
He swallows, his adam’s apple bobbing. His hands unlink from mine and travel up my arms to cup my face. "What game are you playing?" he asks, a confused edge to his voice.
"No games. Just us. You need to be able to trust the woman you’re with."
"Of course," he agrees.
"I’m yours, sir. Anything you want. The kinkiest thing you can dream up." I gaze up at him, meaning every word. I feel naughty and sexual and I like it. I’ve laid myself bare and I have no idea what he’s thinking.
"If I want to bend you over and fuck you until you’re raw?"
The hungry edge to his voice is unmistakable. I want to fulfill his every desire and ease this tension between us more than I want my next breath. "Anything you want," I murmur.
"And if I want to take your tight little ass?"
My stomach flips, but my eyes remain on his. I don’t know if he’s trying to scare me, or if that’s something he actually desires. Straightening my shoulders, I respond. "Then I’m game. I believe in you. And I believe in us."
"Are you sure about this? Because once I’m buried inside you, I won’t be able to stop."
"I’m sure." At least I think I am. "When do we start?" I ask.
"Now."
His harsh tone startles me. And the heat in the room seems to ratchet up several degrees. "Do you want my mouth?" I ask, lowering myself to my knees on the plush carpeting.
"No." He gazes down at me, and strokes my cheek with his thumb. "As tempting as this pretty little mouth of yours is, I need to fuck you."
A gasp out a strangled breath. I’d forgotten how explicit he could be about his needs. The sweet tender Colton is gone. The man standing before me is all masculine strength and domineering presence.
I swallow and give a tight nod.
Colton
Sophie doesn’t know that I’ve already signed the divorce papers, but her trust in me means everything. I knew my instincts were right about her. Not only is she every man’s wet dream come true, but she has a heart of gold too. She understands my trust issues and she’s going out on a limb in the only way she knows how to prove to me that she’s here for the right reasons. I almost want to weep when I realize it.
Sophie waits anxiously on her hands and knees, completely naked before me. Her complete trust in me is staggering and unexpected. It ignites all kinds of feelings I thought I’d sworn off long ago.
The night has certainly taken a turn for the better. After a heated phone call with Stella, I’d crawled into bed alone. I lay there unable to sleep and realized I was being incredibly fucking childish. I’d shucked off the blankets and ventured to my office to review the documents from my attorney that had been sitting in my inbox for far too long. I’d printed them and stared down at them for an eternity, my head buzzing and heart aching. I'd signed them on the spot, the weight on my chest lifting almost immediately.
Why in the world I’d told Sophie that I would be her friend, I had no clue. I was wound so tight that before I even knew it, I had my cock in my hand when Sophie found me. And now she kneels before me, her ass turned up and her hands buried in the plush carpeting of my office. I walk around her and see her spine stiffen.
"Relax, sweetness," I say. "You promised me anything I wanted," I remind her.
I come to a stop behind her and am pleased to see her pussy glistening with dewy moisture. I haven’t laid a hand on her yet – I just ordered her to strip, and she had, baring herself to me completely before falling to her hands and knees at my command. It’s a fucking beautiful sight and my cock aches at the thought of finally taking her. But I won't rush tonight.
I stand over her and slowly unbutton my shirt, discarding it to the floor with her clothes. I can feel Sophie’s eyes watching my movements, her head turned back to look at me. Knowing she’s watching and that she’s every bit as turned on as I am fuels me. Her eyes burn straight through me, creating a physical ache. I take my time, unlatching my belt and pull it slowly from my pants. Opening the front of my dress pants, I push my boxers down my hips and take my cock in my right hand. I don’t need to look up to know she’s zeroed in on my every move.
She watches me stroke myself in long, even pulls, her eyes tracing every hard inch of me.
"Are you ready for me, sweet girl?" I ask.
Her eyes dart up to mine and she gives a wordless nod.
I drop to my knees, positioning myself behind her and place my hands on the rounded curve of her ass cheeks. Using my thumbs, I part her lower lips and find her wet and ready.
Now that is a fucking turn on. I haven’t even touched her yet and my angel is soaking wet for me.
I position myself at her entrance and tease her with the tip of my cock, gliding it back and forth. Her warmth envelopes me and the sensation makes my balls tighten against my body. Fuuuck. I can already tell the sex between us is going to be intense and I haven’t even penetrated her yet. She’s said that she wants this, but I have to be sure before I take something so precious from her. She wiggles her hips, pushing back against me and I almost lose my shit right then and there. I grip her ass and stifle a groan, watching the wide head of cock press into her pink flesh.
A shaky breath shudders across her lips. "What about a condom," she murmurs.
I pull back and resume teasing her by rubbing my dick against her. "Tonight I want to fuck you with my mouth. And if you’re good, tomorrow I’ll fuck you with my cock."
"And the day after that?"
"If you can still stand, yes."
She inhales sharply. "And will you fuck my ass?"
Goddamn. Hearing those erotic words fall from her perfect lips causes a drop of liquid to leak from my tip. "Not yet, beautiful. Soon, but not yet. I’ll know when you’re ready for more."
"Oh."
"If I do it too soon I’ll hurt you," I explain.
"You’ll hurt me?"
"I won’t hurt you. Not on purpose. But your ass is really tight." I give her ass cheek a playful smack.
She smirks up at me in challenge.
I spank her again, sharper this time and am rewarded with a satisfying crack and a gasp of breath as Sophie inhales.
She might think she’s in control – giving herself to me this way – but I’m about to show her that I’m still very much in charge.