Love & Other Drugs MGK/Colson Baker X Reader

Love & Other Drugs Pt 2

You had lost track of how many orgams you received just by Colson's skilled tongue. After five your mind went numb unable to form even a complete thought. With the knowledge that he could finally feel you the way you felt him. Not when you knew that when you kissed him, when you touched him, he didn't only sense it, but he could feel it.

He broke away from you  and you gasped in an attempt to restore your breathing. He chuckled and pressed his forehead against yours, struggling with his own breaths.
"I need to be inside of you," he said. "Before I lose my self-control. There's only so much I can take, Angel."A shiver went through you at his words and the promise behind them. You locked your arms around his neck and tightened them. "So lose self-control. I'm beyond caring where you do it."He cursed in an exhale, shuddering and closed his eyes. "I need to fuck you now."

You could feel it in his fingers, in the way he moved his lips against yours, just how starved he was for this. The desperation in his fingers that were always looking for bare skin to press against and stroke made your heart clench.
You let your fingers travel down his chest, drunk with the knowledge that he could feel it and was rewarded with a shudder. Grasping the hem of his t-shirt, you pulled it over his head, momentarily losing the press of his lips against yours, but the feel of his bare skin beneath your hands made it worth it. Colson flipped you over him now being on top of you, he groaned at your touch, pulling away. "God damnit babygirl."

You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his hips. "Fine. But I won't stop kissing you."

"I don't want you to stop," he whispered.

You complied and his fingers moved up your back and then all the way down to cup you from behind. You giggled and felt his lips widen at the sound. "I love that sound," he said. "I love how it vibrates against my skin when you laugh so close to me."
In a moment of pure boldness you brushed your  lips across his and whispered, "I have a feeling you will notice many things tonight." It was like the pure sexual desire that transpired between you both had awakened something in you.

"Angel," he almost growled. "It's taking me a lot of control not to..." he trails off and you shudder at the meaning in his words, the desire in his eyes. "Don't make me rush this. I want you, but I don't want to hurt you."
You kissed the corner of his mouth before pressing your  lips softly against his. "I don't want control," you whispered. "I'm not afraid of you hurting me." You  kissed him again. "I just want you close to me; as close as I can get to you." You decided to ignore the other way your  last demand could be interpreted. Instead you brushed your lips against his.

His body fitted against mine and his fingers began to tug at your shirt. His message was clear. Off. You arched my back into him, pressing your breasts into his chest to take your shirt off and heard him hiss. "Go easy on me, Angel."

You  laughed breathlessly, drunk with the idea of what you both were doing, of where this was going, of him alone. Colson occupied all your senses; his scent when you breathed, his taste when you kissed him, his addictive body under your fingers. "No promises," you  whispered when You'd disposed of your shirt.

You knew that your fingers on his bare skin, and his fingers on yours ignited his senses. You came alive under his fingertips, under his lips. Your body yearning for more, your mind screaming for him to never stop. And you could feel that same response in him; in the way he touched you, but you could only imagine how amplified it was for him.
It damn near blew your mind  the way your nerves ignited when he kissed you, when his hands moved to intimate places, like the inside of your thigh or inside the back pocket of your jeans but somehow you knew what to expect. You were prepared for the way your body was going react.
How was it for him? You could feel how hungry he was; you heard it when he groaned, in the way he closed his eyes, as if to shut off all senses to only focus on where his skin touched yours, in the way he kissed you.
His lips broke away from you, and you protest was cut off short when you  felt his lips move lower. Over your jaw and down your throat in slow, torturous kisses that made you fist your hands in the sheets and arch your back off the bed. And you thought, He can feel this. He's feeling this.