After dinner, Alicia let Colin persuade her to spend the night at his house. Not that I needed a lot of persuading, she mused as she waited for him to unlock the front door, admiring the set of his suit jacket across the breadth of his shoulders. The relief that coursed through her at being here, the need she felt for Colin’s presence, was almost frightening.
As if he could hear her thoughts, Colin reached back and took her hand, drawing her out of the muggy evening air into the cool stillness of the foyer.
“I’m so glad you’re here. So glad you said yes,” he whispered in her ear as he cradled the back of her head in his hands.
Taking a deep breath that hitched in her chest, Alicia nodded, running her palms under his suit jacket and around his waist, her hands skimming over the smooth cotton of his shirt, feeling the heat of his body under the fabric. “Me too.”
“Are you sure? You seem…fragile.” His voice rumbled in his chest and against her body.
“I am sure,” she said, surprised at how much she meant it. “It’s just been a long, eventful day.”
Colin drew back, stroking his hand across her hair, looking seriously at her eyes. “Do you just want to sleep?”
Alicia huffed a surprised laugh. “Hell no. You promised to ‘shag me silly,’ and I’m calling that debt due.”
A slow, sultry smile spread across Colin’s face, his full lips curving. “Consider it done.” Bending, he scooped her into his arms as she yelped and wrapped her arms around his neck. Taking the stairs without apparent effort, he charged into the bedroom and dropped her onto the bed. Laughing in helpless relief, Alicia slapped her hand over her eyes as Colin pulled her shoes off and threw them into the corner of the room, then inhaled sharply as he grasped her ankles and pulled her toward him, her skirt riding up around her thighs.
“How does this thing undo?” he grumbled, tugging at the waistband of her skirt. Smirking, she lowered the side zipper and then laughed outright as he tugged her panties off with it, flopping onto her back and lifting her hips to help. She heard the soft sound of her skirt hitting the floor, then gasped as Colin’s hands slid under her ass and tilted her hips toward him, licking and nuzzling. Her hands windmilled behind her, seeking purchase on something, anything to anchor her as her body responded to his erotic onslaught, rapidly torqueing with tension, only to release almost immediately, a wail ripping from her throat as she came apart, the sudden orgasm rippling through her with shocking force.
His tongue continued to caress her as aftershocks thrummed through her body, his hands skimming up the insides of her thighs, the slight roughness of his wool jacket cuff tickling.
Lifting her head, she took in the sight of Colin, rising from between her bare thighs, his office attire only lacking a tie, and collapsed back on the bed, her hand over her eyes again, laughing at the wonderful absurdity of it all.
Colin wiped his hand over his mouth as he stood, beginning to laugh, snared by Alicia’s hilarity. She removed her hand from her face and rose up on her elbows, glancing as she chuckled at her half-clad body, then at him, still fully clothed.
“You’re dressed a little formally for cunnilingus,” she observed.
“If I hadn’t left my tie at your place, I could have put it to good use,” he said with an expressive lift of his brows as he shrugged out of his jacket and began to unbutton his shirt.
“Let me,” she said, getting to her feet, her nimble fingers slipping buttons through their holes and pulling his shirttails free of his trousers. Taking advantage of his hands being free, Colin cupped her bare bottom and pulled her hips toward him, bending to capture her lips with his own and trapping her hands against his chest.
“You’re not making this easy,” she mumbled against his lips, then shivered as he abandoned her mouth to trace the curve of her ear with his lips.
“But is it fun?” he whispered, nipping her earlobe gently as she nodded.
“You know it is,” she said, leaning back to push his dress shirt off and tug at his undershirt. “I have decided that men wear way too many clothes.”
“Agreed,” Colin said, releasing her to raise his hands over his head and help her with the undershirt. As soon as his head was free of the cotton, he kissed her again, his fingers tracing her waist underneath her shirt and pulling upward until they had to break the kiss to lift her shirt over her head. Free of this, her fingers sought his belt as his reached behind her to unfasten her bra. He managed the tiny hooks before she could get his belt unbuckled, and she clamped her elbows to her ribs to keep him from fully removing the bra and distracting her hands from their purpose. He chuckled and traced the column of her neck with his tongue as she continued to work by touch alone, head thrown back, pulling the belt free of its buckle, unfastening his trousers, and easing them around his insistent erection.
“Fuck. Shoes,” he muttered in Alicia’s ear, rewarded by her low laugh as he knelt to untie the laces of the offending footwear and divesting himself of the rest of his clothes. Rising to his now-bare feet, he saw she had tossed her bra aside and stood waiting for him, a half-anticipatory, half-shy smile quivering on her lips.
Settling his hands on her waist, he pulled her to him again, skin to skin finally, his eyes closing at the pleasure of feeling his cock pressed against the satiny skin of her belly. Her fingers skimmed up his jaw, his cheeks, into his hair, pulling him down to join their lips in a kiss. Their mouths opened in tandem, faces tilting, tongues tangling as they sank into each other.
Alicia inhaled, a deep shuddering breath that was full of the scent of Colin’s skin and her own arousal on his mouth. Colin’s lips tightened against hers, smiling, then softening again, claiming her mouth in a deep, languorous kiss. Feeling the mattress against the back of her legs, she realized he had walked them back to the bed. Sitting, she pulled him down with her, leaning back and turning slowly until they were both lying on the duvet, his body bearing deliciously down on hers. Her leg hooked over his, toes tracing light patterns on the back of his thigh.
Colin lifted his head and looked down at her, his dark eyes roaming over her face. “God, I missed you so much.”
Unexpected grief twisted her gut, and her eyes prickled. “Me too,” she croaked.
“No, my darling. You’re not going to cry again. I can’t stand it.” Tunneling his hands into her hair, he kissed her mouth, her eyelids, her throat, her forehead in light, teasing caresses that turned the incipient tears to reluctant laughter.
“That’s better.” He regarded her for a moment, then reached over to open the bedside table drawer and draw out a condom. Rolling it on, he positioned himself, sliding into her in a torturously slow glide, nibbling along the side of her neck until she shivered with pleasure, sliding her hands down to caress his ass, the muscles a hard curve under her hands.
“Mmmm,” she groaned as he pressed inside her.
“All right?”
“More than all right. Delicious. Full.”
“Is that right? How full?”
Winding arms and legs around him, Alicia said, “Don’t fish for compliments.” Then she smiled, eyes half closing as he began flexing his hips in small, gentle pulses, the constant pressure of his hips against her clit causing her to writhe and tighten the grip of her legs. “Okay. Very full.”
“That good?” he asked, his breath hot in her ear. “Or is that fishing for compliments again?”
“God. So good. Fish away. Go fish.” She groaned, turning her head to capture his earlobe between her teeth, gently worrying it and flicking her tongue along the edge of his ear and chuckling when he moaned and began to thrust harder.
“I’m trying…” he gasped, hips slowing again to their gentle rock, “…to make this slow. To make it good for you.” Rising on his elbows, he traced his thumbs over her temples.
“It is good for me,” Alicia said, her voice breathy, moving her hips in opposition to his, lengthening the stroke and making his eyes flutter closed. Placing her hands on his cheeks, she looked steadily into his face. “You. You’re what makes it good.”
Colin’s eyes opened as his thrusts picked up speed and his breath caught suddenly, his hips stuttering into her own. And when he collapsed into her, Alicia hugged him to her with arms and legs.
Later, when Alicia was tucked into the curve of his body, Colin let his hand play up the softness of her belly to toy with a breast, smiling as he felt the vibration of her chuckle against his chest.
“Insatiable,” she murmured.
“Sated. For now,” he whispered against her ear, then moving to kiss the back of her neck. He smiled to himself as she sighed deeply and slipped into sleep, relaxing against him.
Colin stayed awake for a long time, savoring the rhythmic rise and fall of Alicia’s breathing against his hand and chest until he finally succumbed to slumber.