just a moment before tightening his arms around her so that her hardened nipples were gently crushed against the wall of muscle that was his chest. She gasped at the sensation, grabbing his face and demanding his lips, arching her back so that her breasts rubbed against him.
Slow down, his mind warned as his cock grew in length and thickness, every heartbeat making it twitch and swell behind the zipper of his jeans. She was so small in his arms, and though he knew she would be able to take him if she was prepared, it would hurt if she wasn’t ready for him. Leaning his head down, he took one of her nipples into his mouth, loving the way her fingers tangled in his hair as she released a held breath on a low ahhhhh sound. He licked her, sucking on the rigid bud until she cried out, then wet his lips with his tongue, sliding to her other breast and grazing the nipple lightly with his teeth before clamping down on her erect flesh with his lips as his tongue flicked back and forth over the straining bud.
“Colton . . .,” she murmured, her head thrown back and her fingers clawlike against his skull.
“What, baby?”
She moaned, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth before letting it go, her eyes drugged and black when she opened them. “Take off your jeans. I want to feel you pressed against me.”
Her words were like a shot of adrenaline to his fucking groin, and he flinched as her fingers traced the line of skin at his waistband, pausing at the button of his jeans.
“Verity, look at me.”
She looked up and focused on him as her fingers unfastened the metal button in the tight space between them.
“Hi,” she said.
He was turned-on as hell, his body a hard, straining mess of muscle and fierce, hot want, but her sweet guileless “Hi” made him grin at her like a dummy . . . and all he could say back was, “Hi.”
Running his fingers from her temples through her hair, he tucked both sides behind her ears, then cradled her face tenderly. “I want you so bad, it feels like I might die if I can’t have you tonight.”
“I’m here,” she said. “I’m yours. No dying.”
“I’m not done . . . Even though it feels like that, you have to know: we stop when you say ‘stop.’ No matter what.”
“I’m not going to say ‘stop,’” she said, her fingers pulling down his zipper. She looked down between them, watching her hand disappear into his jeans, and his eyes fluttered as she fisted her fingers around his rigid flesh, pumping once . . . twice . . .
With a low roar of approval, he lay back on the bed to give her better access, his bare feet on the floor and Verity still perched on his knees. He closed his eyes as she slipped off his legs, and he lifted his hips as she tugged his jeans to the floor.
She placed one hand on the base of his cock, kneeling between his legs and taking him between her lips.
He bucked off the bed at the sensation of his head being bathed with her tongue, at half his length disappearing into the warm, wet heaven of her mouth. She sucked him deep, then let him slide slowly from her mouth before taking him deep again. And fuck, but he wanted to wind his fingers through her silky hair, but he didn’t know how she’d feel about that, so he curled his fingers into the comforter, trying to remember how to breathe.
“Baby,” he groaned. “Verity, my God . . .”
“Goddess,” she corrected him, before swirling her tongue around the tip of his cock and licking the first drops of his pre-cum into her mouth.
Sitting up, he was greeted with the erotic fucking sight of Verity’s head in his lap—an image that he would hold on to with the last of his dying strength when he was a hundred years old—but if she continued, he’d come, and he didn’t want to come in her mouth the first time. He wanted for them to be fused together, making love, the first time he came. He wanted to feel her stretch and tighten, quivering around him with the same sense of completeness that he knew he would feel when she was finally his in every way.
Putting his hands under her arms, he lifted her up to a standing position and quickly unbuttoned