His chin lands on my shoulder, his hot breath fanning across my neck causing goosebumps to dot my flesh. His lips are warm and soft as he presses a kiss to my cheek, then lower to the curve of my neck, and soon, his hands are trailing up to my breasts.
A soft growl leaves his lips as he fondles me, his fingers tweaking my now hardened nipples, causing me to groan. Pleasure sweeps through me, and my core pulses with the need to be filled. I want him to slide into me, feel my heat, and open me, stretch me.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks as he tweaks both my nipples, twisting them until I’m whimpering. Pressing my ass back against his crotch, I feel him, hard and ready.
I nod. But then I mumble, “Yes.” Twisting in his arms, I drape my own over his neck and pull him to me, bringing his mouth to mine. The first taste is sweet mixed with the wine he had with dinner. His tongue sweeps along my lips, tasting me, and I moan. Gently, he takes that as his invitation and dips into my mouth, his tongue colliding with mine as heat takes over every inch of my body.
I spark to life. As if I’d been sleeping and suddenly I’m awake. His hands cup my ass, fingers digging into me, kneading the flesh. He lifts me against him, the hardness of him pressing against my core. I roll my hips, wanting him closer, impossibly so.
A smile tilts his lips, and I feel it against my mouth. His body is rigid, toned, and when he pushes me against the cool glass, I know nothing can steal the heat that’s rushing over my body, from my head, down to between my thighs.
“I’m…,” I mumble, trying to pull in much-needed air, but I’m swallowed by his scent, his cologne spicy in the darkness, and I moan when his mouth lands on my neck, peppering kisses along the column. “I need it.”
“Mmm, if I’m not mistaken, you sound like you need him,” he smirks, pulling my hand down, allowing me to feel his hardness. “More than me,” he continues, and I can’t stop the laugh that falls from my mouth.
“You’re such an overconfident bastard. I didn’t think you needed reminding about what I need,” I tease, and once again, he steals my lips and kisses me. Without breaking away, he moves through the room. Seconds later, he sets me on the bed, and I watch him unbutton the shirt he’s wearing. It’s like an erotic strip show, and I lean back, my gaze drinking him in as his deft fingers move swiftly.
Once the material falls to the carpet, he moves his hands to his belt buckle but stops. “Your turn.” He grins.
I slowly slip the delicate material of my bodysuit over my shoulders, allowing it to slowly inch down my curves. Every moment makes his eyes burn brighter, heating me from the inside.
Once I’m able, I step out of it, leaving the material pooled at my feet. His gaze burns into me as I reach back and unhook my bra. The straps fall over my shoulders, and soon, I’m bared to him.
“Fuck,” he grunts when he takes in my breasts. They’re not huge, but they’re a little more than a handful. I feel self-conscious for a moment as he lingers his stare on me. But I don’t move to cover myself. If I’m going to do this with a world-famous model, I may as well enjoy one night of unadulterated sex and let my fear stay outside the bedroom. Even if by tomorrow morning he wants me gone, having had me, I’ll live with the memory of the pleasure of watching him get naked before me. Of having his hands and lips on me, and his cock inside me.
I squirm at the last one, knowing that my dry spell is about to end. Colton’s in his boxers as he drops to his knees before me.
“Stand,” he commands. Once I’m on my feet, he tugs at my underwear, pulling it down along down my legs. In seconds, I’m naked, completely bared to him. My heart thuds, galloping against my ribs as if trying to attack and escape.
“Colton,” I whimper when he trails his hands up my legs, thighs, and he nudges them apart. I shift my feet, and then his gaze lands on my pussy. Trimmed, yet smooth, he looks like a man ready to eat his last meal.
He leans in, pressing a kiss to my left thigh, then my right. He continues slowly up my inner thighs until he reaches my core.
My body is shaking so badly I think I’m going to pass out from both fear and need. His tongue darts out, lapping at my slit, tasting me for the first time, and a gentle groan rumbles through his chest, and his lips are on mine.