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Emerson
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I BRUSH MY HAIR. I tie it up. I take it out. I braid it in a single braid, then two braids, then take it out again. I don’t know what to do with it. It’s long and I worry it might get in the way, or get pulled—though, I’ve heard and read that hair pulling is super-hot. Or it might get tangled or end up in Colt’s mouth. Nothing says sexy like a mouthful of hair. At least I washed it.
Deciding to leave my hair down, I dig around in my bag for pajamas. Should I wear pajamas? I normally don’t. I prefer Colt’s t-shirts. I strip out of my clothes and pull on Colt’s shirt. Then I take it off. My bra and panties would be sexier. Or should I sit here naked? That would save some time when it comes down to getting bus-ay.
Oh my god. Shoot me. Getting bus-ay? Who says that? Or thinks that?
Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I realize I’m overreacting. It’s Colt. There’s no need to be nervous. We’ve seen each other naked a few times now. I don’t need to impress him. He’s already admitted that his dick only works for me, so I have an advantage.
It’s knowing what’ll happen when he gets back that’s got my stomach in knots. How many people plan and schedule losing their virginity? It feels forced and unnatural. Where’s the spontaneity? What if neither of us are feeling it because we’ve hyped ourselves up to this moment?
I snort and roll my eyes. I’m being stupid. Colt barely has to touch me and I’m fired up and ready to go. And he’s a walking erection these days.
It’ll be fine.
Everything’s fine.
It’ll be great.
I pull Colt’s t-shirt back over my head. He likes it better when I wear his shirt anyway.
Lying down on the mattress, I roll on my side and rest my head in my hand, then I fluff my hair and place my other hand on my hip, trying for seductive, sexy, wanton. I look ridiculous. I feel ridiculous. And I’m not sure why I’m trying so hard. Again...it’s Colt.
All I need is for him to walk through that flap and the nerves will calm down. Everything will return to normal. My heart rate. My dry mouth. My shaking hands. It’s my anxiety acting up. Separation anxiety when he leaves is so much worse than when I leave. It’s like I’m a freaking kindergartener unable to say goodbye to Mommy. Funny. I never had that issue growing up.
But Colt’s taking longer than normal to shower, and I’m getting twitchy. I roll over on my stomach and pick up my book, using my phone as a flashlight. I’m so engrossed in the story I don’t notice when Colt returns until he clears his throat.
I jump and fumble with both my phone and book before dropping them to the ground. Looking up over my shoulder, my phone lights the tent enough to see he’s standing there in nothing but a towel wrapped low around his hips.
I lick my lips.
The urge to bite his hip is strong.
With a smirk, Colt turns around and zips the tent closed before dropping to his knees behind me. Wasting no time, he pulls on my ankles, spreading my legs so he can kneel between them. I push myself up on my elbows to turn around but Colt’s hand on the center of my back, guides me back down.
Angling my head, I take him in. His eyes are dark pools of desire, which only fuels my own lust, my need to touch him and feel him, have him inside me.
I bite my lip. My skin prickles as his hands slide up my legs, caressing my skin, tickling my inner thighs, dusting his fingers higher until he brushes them over my already-wet panties—which would be embarrassing if it were anyone else, and I wasn’t already so turned on by knowing what’s coming.
I sigh and delight in his touch as he glides his hands over my ribs, unclasping my bra and sliding my shirt up as he goes. It takes a little maneuvering, and I have to raise my chest off the ground so he can push the shirt over my head, tossing it to the side along with my bra. His fingers then grip the waistband of my panties, pulling them over my hips and down my legs until I’m naked and spread out before him.
The air changes and Colt’s breathing increases. He’s silent, immobile. And my pulse skyrockets in anticipation. The silence, the wait is wreaking havoc on my nerves. I stretch my body out and try to calm the hammering beat of my heart before Colt finally touches me.
Flipping me over onto my back, he crawls up my body, his knees still between my legs, and hovers over me.
“Hi,” he whispers and lowers his mouth to my breast, sucking my nipple in while palming the other.
I arch my back and let out a strangled, “Hi.”
His chuckle is deep and throaty and full of desire.
I dig my fingers into his hair wishing it were a little longer, so I have something to grip on to, and let my head fall back. His mouth is hot and wet on my needy skin, my hips lifting, hoping he’ll focus some attention there. But he seems intent on torturing me. His hands never stray below my waist.
I drag my fingers through his hair and trail them down his back, scratching my nails along his skin until I grip his towel and pull it off. Colt raises his head and arches an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
“Enthused?”
“Just making things even,” I sigh, roaming my gaze over his perfect body.
My chest heaves in anticipation waiting to see what he’ll do next.
With his eyes locked on mine, his tongue darts out, flicking the hard bud of my nipple, swirling around it, teasing me. It’s so freaking hot. I push his face over to my other breast so he can do the same.
I gasp as his teeth graze my nipple, arching my back, needing more pressure, more friction as my hips lift, shamelessly trying to find some much-needed...everything. But all I get is air.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull him down to me until his erection is pressed between my legs. Right. There.
Colt freezes, his eyes on mine, searching, looking for a reaction. His arms tremble with supporting his weight while trying to fight the urge to thrust against me.
I circle my hips once and Colt hisses.
I circle my hips twice and Colt curses, “Fuck.”
His head drops to my chest and I move my hips again. He’s hot, and smooth and if I move my hips the right way, he rubs against my clit with each movement, sending a jolt of pleasure through me each time.
I lick my lips and my eyes flutter closed as warmth spreads through my body. Colt finally moves, thrusting his hips forward, sliding his length along my slick center with a groan.
“Mmm,” I sigh, meeting each of his thrusts with one of my own.
His mouth captures my nipple again, and his hand grips my hips, guiding me along his length, over and over until his tip nudges my entrance and we both freeze.
Panting heavily, Colt pulls back and rolls to the side. Reaching into his bag, he produces a condom. I take it from him, and his eyes widen as I kneel beside him and tear it open.
I’ve never put one on before, and only have a vague recollection of practicing on a banana in school. Pretty sure I squashed the banana beyond recognition too.
Placing his hands over mine, he helps me slide it down his length and, with a groan, thrusts up into my hand a few times before I rise and straddle him.
His fingers grip my hips, pushing and pulling me over him. It’s a move we’ve done lots of times before, but never naked. And now I’m wondering why. Everything is much more intense and electrified without the barrier of material between us. My head falls back as I let him take over, thrusting and gliding against me until he nudges my opening again.
Instead of freezing this time, I lower my body over his and angle my hips better until his tip pushes inside me.
I moan and Colt hisses. His fingers come up and grip my hair, tugging on the roots until it’s almost painful, eliciting another moan.
I grind my hips and Colt pulls back before I circle my hips and push down again.
I graze my teeth along his collar bone and rotate my hips slightly, urging him in more, but he won’t move. He won’t thrust. He’s leaving it to me.
“Stop rushing,” he hisses, pulling me forward again.
“Please.” I drop my forehead to his and he cups my face. His lips are so close to mine, his minty breath is warm across my face. I want all of him.
“I’m trying to take it slow. I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispers, cupping my ass as I push forward a bit more, a little deeper.
I take a breath and Colt stills, letting me stretch and fit him. I arch my neck and hum, rotating my hips. Colt groans, digging his fingers into my skin as he squeezes his eyes shut. With every movement of my hips, I take him in a fraction more.
“You okay?” he murmurs, his lips so close to mine. If I tilt my face, I can kiss him. But I won’t. I’m not the one, and this...him filling me torturously slow is enough.
“Yes.”
“Does it hurt yet?”
“No. I want more.” I twist my hips again, and Colt slaps the side of my ass with a grunt. I jerk back and stare at him, not opposed to the slap.
He grins. “You’re making it incredibly difficult to not grab your hips and drive my cock all the way in.”
A spark ignites inside me at his words, and I bite my bottom lip, sinking back on him a bit more. “Do it,” I mutter. I expect pain and being uncomfortable. The first time hurts. It’s not supposed to be orgasmic and pleasurable.
“Not until I make you scream my name.” He smirks and slides a hand between us, rubbing his fingers over my clit, making me arch my back and grip his shoulders. He tugs on my hair, pulling me back to him.
With every brush of his fingers, I ease onto him more, gradually filling me halfway until that small spark of pleasure turns into raging need.
Every inch of my skin is on fire, his breath hot on my neck as he works me and coaxes me toward the cusp of an orgasm. His fingers are magic. My body pulses and jerks, my muscles tighten and I’m so close.
“Fuck, Em,” he mutters in my ear. His lips press to the top of my shoulder. “So hot.”
Pulling out, he flips me over on my back. His fingers still circling my clit as he eases back inside me again. Halfway, just to the point of no return. My eyes roll and I moan, grinding my hips against his as pleasure coils low in my stomach.
“Kiss me?”
He’s close. His mouth right there. His eyes dart from mine to my lips. He smirks. “No.”
And drops his mouth to my nipple again, biting it lightly and tugging it into his mouth. It’s my undoing. I cry out Colt’s name, his hand quickly coming up to cover my mouth to silence my moans.
He lifts his head and focuses on me. My whole body trembles under his watchful gaze and talented fingers. I clutch at his back, digging my nails into his skin as I surrender to utter bliss. It’s as my orgasm peaks, and I’m seeing stars, Colt pushes the rest of the way in.
“Ahhh,” I grunt in pain, but Colt’s fingers never stop circling my clit, forcing my orgasm to continue, overshadowing the brief shot of blazing hot pain as he buries himself inside me. Our gazes locked, I tense and convulse, my muscles squeezing around him, and it’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. The pleasure cancels out the pain. I think. I’m a mess of sensations.
He moves inside me, slowly at first, dragging out and easing back in. Small jolts of pleasure still zing through my body as my orgasm fades and all that’s left is Colt’s hardness rocking in and out of me.
Once my breath evens out and I get some feeling back in my body, instead of being boneless in the aftermath that accompanies a pure earth-shattering orgasm, I reach up and run my fingers through his hair, shifting my hips to meet his, gyrating and rotating, wanting to bring him to his knees and give him the best mind-blowing, all-consuming orgasm he’s ever experienced.
There’s no more pain, only pleasure and the intense desire to drive Colt over the edge.
Colt’s fingers entwine with mine, bringing my hands up beside my head as he increases his pace. He drops his forehead, his eyes locked on mine. I twist my hips and clench around him, smiling when he bites his lip and groans, squeezing my hands.
Our breath mingles, soft sighs turn into pants, our movements frantic as the pleasure builds. Colt drives into me, over and over, chasing his own release, until his body tenses and he pulses inside me, finding his release with my name on his lips.
With a final swivel of my hips, he thrusts one last time and collapses on top of me. “Fuck me,” he breathes with a soft laugh, his lips against my neck.
“Isn’t that what we did?” I trail my hands up and down his back.
“That was...fuck. That was—was it, I mean, you okay?”
I smile and grip his chin, forcing his face back to mine. “Never better. That was incredible.”
“Right?” He grins before his eyebrows pull together and he frowns. Chewing on his bottom lip, there’s worry in his eyes. “Are you sore?”
I shake my head. “I’m fine.”
Colt gives me a dubious look, not believing me.
“Honestly, I’m okay. It was painful for a moment and then it passed.”
“Okay, but you’d tell me if I hurt you, right?”
“Stop worrying. This is so unlike you. I don’t like you worrying.”
“I always worry about you, Em.” He pulls out, leaving me empty, hollow, cold, and removes the condom, glancing around for somewhere to dispose of it. I miss him immediately. We fit together perfectly. It’s like he was created to rock my world and my lady bits. “Hmmm.”
I crawl over to my bag and hunt around inside for something he can use. Coming up with a travel pack of tissues and small garbage bag that I packed for our dirty clothes, I throw them at him.
“We’ll have to get rid of that tomorrow and come up with a plan for future disposal.” He tosses the bag and condom into the other side of the tent, behind the partition.
“Future disposals?” A thrill runs through my veins, my desire zinging back to life at the prospect of having sex again. “You want to have sex again?”
“Are you freaking kidding me? I plan on ploughing you into next week. I’m already coming up with an excuse to give Austin so we can skip his stupid nature walk tomorrow. I still want to act out that book of yours.” He crawls back up the mattress and lies down beside me, tracing my nipple with one finger in slow lazy motions “It might be a good idea to get the pill or something.” He wiggles his eyebrows, and I burst out laughing.
“That confident in your abilities?” I tease. And Colt takes it as a challenge to prove how able he is.
His mouth captures my nipple, sucking and twirling his tongue around the bud, reigniting that spark. Everything is hypersensitive; my nerves are buzzing, and I’m sure if he does this long enough, I’ll come again.
His hand slides back down between my legs, applying the right amount of pressure. I arch my back and gasp, “I’m on the pill.”
It happens so fast. I don’t have time to take a breath. Colt rolls on top of me, nudging my legs open so he can settle between them again.
“Since when?” he breathes, sliding his growing erection along my already sensitive center.
“Since I was fifteen. You know this...ahhh...” My back arches and my eyes close as he rubs along the right spot.
“I thought you were taking vitamins.” He grips my leg, lifting it to his hip, digging his fingers into the flesh of my ass. He drops his face to mine.
“Birth control.”
A slow smile spreads across his face. His lips tipping in a dangerous grin. It’s a look that could melt the panties off The Queen. “So, I can fuck you bare?”
“Bare,” I whisper as my legs fall apart.
“Yes,” he hisses as he lines himself up with my entrance.
I brace for the pain, the unwelcome, but not unwanted intrusion of his considerable length and girth, that I missed the first time, but he pauses. I search his eyes for a reason. “Colt?”
“Mmm.”
I tilt my chin up, my lips an inch from his. “Kiss me.”
“No.” And then he pushes inside me in one hard thrust.