I lean in close, my breath grazing his ear. "You're mean," I murmur, voice barely above a whisper as I swallow down the whimper threatening to escape-though from the way his smirk deepens, I know he hears it.
That devilish grin spreads across his fa...
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I turn on my tummy The bedroom door opens slowly I lift my head up watching Colten comes out he's shirtless and beautiful. I convince myself one orgasm is nothing.
And I do it. I get up walking over to him grabbing his sweatpants tugging them from behind he turns looking down at me he lifts me up by my waist his fingers dig into my back.
I wrap my legs around him and tighten my legs his hand reaches lower cupping my ass in his one hand. I nod my head wanting this he kisses me it's wet and messy little licks here and there with a savoring taste I feel him rock my hips against his cock. And fuck it feels satisfying. This is gonna happen. He sets me on the counter I force a moan down when his hands reach up my chest my breast are severely sensitive due to breastfeeding.
Im fucking winded when we finally pull apart. His fingers grab my throat I feel light feverish around him I nod "okay I think I'll allow this." I whisper he leans me down on my back I feel him gently pry open my shirt. His eyes find my breast he bites my neck with a warm lick of his tongue I whimper bedroom I mumble shakey underneath him. "One minute." he whispers "do you still speak Portuguese?" I nod "a little" I say "I don't practice." He pulls my bottoms down my underwear have a damp spot I inhale he smiles pressing his thumb there rubbing tiny circles along my nub I shudder vigorously with each rough motion. It's overwhelming.
"I think about this a lot." he says I open my eyes "yeah ?" I ask but it's desperate and fully whimpered "think about me?" "Us sex just touching you is worth the risk."
If a risk ever felt this good I would most definitely take them a lot more. I grab his hand pulling it off me my underwear are sticky and Im over the foreplay despite it being mind altering.
I get on my knees on the counter wrapping my legs around him his hands dig and mold into my butt he groping and smushing and breathing into my mouth and I'm okay and loving it all.
He walks me into the wall kiss me hard as ever he lowers me rocking his hips against my underwear "fuck." He chants quietly. I whimper the connection is unreal his tongue is so familiar with my mouth my tongue in response welcomes him home. I allow him to rub against me as hard as he pleases we both become porn stars in the hallways right next to the bedroom we're almost there we are.
I grip his hair, tugging just enough to make him pause. "We need to slow down," I whisper, breathless.
"Yeah," he murmurs, voice low—like velvet soaked in heat. But his hand doesn't leave me. Instead, his palm presses firmly against my underwear, right over that spot.
My body jolts, a cry ripping from my throat before I bite down hard on my lip, swallowing the sound. My hips betray me, arching into him, desperate and aching.
