His breath is as ragged as my own, the sound of both filling the room. Somewhere in the background Stranger Things is still going, but all I can think about is Colin.
“Need to touch you,” he rasps.
“Yes,” I agree without hesitation. “Please.”
He drops his hands from my face to my shoulders, toying with the soft thin straps of my dress.
“This dress might not survive,” he says.
I bite my lip and let out a husky sound as I grind down on his cock.
“I don’t care about the dress.”
It's like pouring lighter fluid onto a fire. His hands drop from my shoulders to the hem of the dress. "Lift up," he orders.
The way he takes control is making me crazy. My clit is throbbing, and my nipples have never been harder. Balancing on my knees, I lift my bottom, holding still as he raises the hem to my waist. "Sit and raise your arms."
I do as instructed, shivering as he whips the dress over my head allowing the cold air to brush over my skin. His eyes flash fire as the dress drops, and he realizes that I'm naked from the waist up since there was a sports bra built into the cotton dress. My breasts are a small B cup, but my worry that he might be disappointed is quickly forgotten when he slides his hands up my torso and stops when he reaches them. The combination of his hands on my skin and the look of raw desire on his face as he stares at my tits throws my already aroused body into overdrive.
"Perfection," he growls as his hands move around to my back. I shiver as he begins sliding them ever so slowly down my spine. When he reaches the top of my underwear, he moves a bit faster, gripping my ass in his hands. "Put your hands on my knees and arch your back."
When I comply, he leans forward and licks my right nipple. The heat of his tongue against the stiffened peak is everything. Needing a better grip, I let go of his knees and transfer my hands to his shoulders one hand at a time. He groans as I rock back and forth against him, the friction of his hard length beneath his jeans hitting me just right. It feels like my body is on fire internally as he divides his time between my breasts, licking, sucking, and gently nibbling each one. Every scrape of his jaw against my sensitive skin is like a thousand points of pure sensation.
I groan when he lifts his head and looks up at me. “Kiss me,” he says.
When our lips fuse, the kiss is one hundred percent carnal, so perfect it takes my breath away. There's an intensity to this that goes so far beyond anything I ever imagined—and believe me, I've spent hours dreaming about what this moment might feel like if it ever happened. I'm grinding on him faster, the need inside of me so acute that all I can focus on is the pleasure. I tear my mouth from his and let out a tortured sound when he traces his fingers over the top of my simple pink cotton bikini panties. When he slides beneath the elastic, I damn near forget how to function. I watch his face as he focuses on the sight of his hand touching my skin beneath the cotton and nothing has ever looked sexier.
“Fuck, Little Bird,” he groans, “you’re so wet.”
My breath leaves me in a whoosh when his middle finger starts rubbing circles against my clit. “Colin, so good,” I whimper.
“I knew it’d be fucking perfect to hear you calling out my name. Only thing that’s going to make this any better is getting to taste this little pussy,” he murmurs.
I squeak in surprise as he stands up, spins around and lays me down on the couch. Grabbing the sides of my panties he drags them off of me in one fluid motion, leaving me completely exposed to his gaze.
"So motherfucking perfect and sexy," he says as he gets onto the couch between my legs. Raising my right leg, he sets my ankle up on the back of the couch so that it's elevated. Once he's satisfied with my comfort, he slides his hands beneath my ass and raises me up. I barely have time to blink before his mouth is on me.
It’s almost embarrassing how loud I’m being as he works me over with his tongue, but judging by the way he’s watching me with heated eyes as he does it, I know he’s enjoying every second. The feel of his stubble against my sensitive inner thighs is incredible.
"Oh Jesus," I gasp as his tongue swirls faster. Reaching down, I thread my fingers through his hair, holding on as he sucks my clit into his mouth.