I crawl up between her spread thighs, she locks her legs around my waist, and I know if I don’t wake her up now, I’m fucking toast.
“Lyla, babe,” I grunt into her ear, trying like hell to wake her up, her hips are moving back and forth against my length.
I hold her waist down, slowing her down from coming without being fully awake.
“Colt,” she whispers out as her eyes flutter open.
“Thank God, babe. You were killing me,” my forehead drops to hers.
“What?” She questions.
“You were moaning my name in your sleep, like hell I was going to let you come by yourself,” my voice is thick with my own desire to feel her come undone.
“No way, I’ve never done that before. Holy shit, I’m so sorry,” she rambles.
“Don’t be sorry, best morning in my life waking up hearing you moan my name,” I take her lips in mine, not giving two shits that the both of us have morning breath.
I grind down on her, wanting these layers we have between us gone. “More,” she all but begs.
“We’re not having sex, but I’ll be damned if I’ll let you walk around needing me all day.”
“That’s good, because I don’t want to be. Plus, Colt?” She asks.
I look up at her as she takes her shirt and then her shorts off, “Fuck, give a man some warning,” I grumble.
“I really like you,” she breathes out. She’s practically bare beneath me in nothing but some lacy type bra thing and even lacier underwear that leave nothing to the imagination.
“I’m pretty sure I more than like you,” I tell her, she sits up, taking off her bra that she slept in. “God damn,” I moan when I see them.
I dip my head taking one cherry red nipple into my mouth, sucking on it until Lyla’s hips are moving again, then I move to the other. Paying homage to them, my mouth doesn’t want to leave them, but my mouth is watering to taste every inch of her.
Lyla’s hand dives into my boxer briefs, breaking me off of her nipple. My head drops back on my shoulders, feeling her small hand around my cock. “Just like that, Lyla,” her grip is firm as she moves it along my length. I finally pull my shit together. I’m not going to allow Lyla to get me off without her getting off too.
11
Lyla
One minute I was sitting up, my hand firmly on Colt’s length, the next thing I know I’m flat on my back and my panties are being wrenched off of my body. His own boxer briefs are off and the both of us are naked.
“Oh, Colt,” I say, in awe of his perfect body. I want him now, tomorrow, and for the rest of time.
“Look at you, all laid out and pretty for me, for only me,” Colt growls. His length is right on top of my bare center. If I moved my hips just right the tip of him would be inside me.
Colt moves his hips, lazily back and forth, drawing out the way he’s manipulating my body. I lift up on my elbows, I want to watch everything I absolutely can. The way Colt’s muscles bulge as he moves, his hips finding the right rhythm.
“Are you watching us, Lyla? Do you see how fucking amazing we are together?” he asks.
“Yes, we’re perfect together,” I admit. He’s watching his cock glide in between the lips of my pussy, never penetrating, but dragging his cock along my clit. My pussy is clenching at air, wanting him inside me. But I know Colt will hold firm. It’s something I’ve noticed about him. He doesn’t change his mind once it’s set.
I fall back down, my hands grasping the sheets beside my head.
“I’m so close to coming,” my breathing is choppy as I say those few words.
“Yeah, you are. I can feel it, you’re so fucking wet. I can’t wait till it’s my cock inside you, but right now. This. Is. Everything.” He enunciates with each thrust.
His head dips down, latching on my nipple, at first sucking on it, and then he bites down. My hips move in sync with his and I come.
“Colt,” I moan, I don’t close my eyes as he sits back on his haunches. He watches the way my body convulses, and I watch him, as he comes in thick ropes all over my bare pussy.
He falls down beside me, not letting me stay away from him for a minute. Colt rolls me so I’m nestled in next to him, my stomach to his side, neither of us caring about the mess between us.
“I think I love you spending the night with me,” I say with a giggle.
“Next time, it’s my place though. We’re closer to the shop, it’ll work out for both of us,” he responds.