Chapter - 20

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Zach

I lift Col off the floor and carry her to the couch. She starts massaging her toes and blows at them. I rush to the kitchen to get her a bag of peas from the freezer.

"Lay flat. I will ice your feet", I say and sit on the couch with her feet on my lap. I press the bag of frozen peas to her right foot near her pinky and she winces in pain. I hold it there so it numbs the pain.

Not even ten minutes ago, I stood near this very couch admiring Col in the kitchen. Her red cutoff shorts hugged her hips like second skin and the off shoulder shirt showed creamy white skin which my fingers etched to touch so badly. I had to calm myself before I went near her and it took draconian effort to not kiss her after her ass caressed my dick. I literally had to run away from her before I dragged her to the nearest flat surface and had my way with her.

The woman has no idea how hard it is to keep myself in check around her. My jaws and fist ache all the time from clinching them. I get turned on just by watching her pull her hair into a pony. It need to whip one out seeing her hug a pillow and sleep peacefully. It's crazy that even these simple things have an effect on me and I am in a constant state of blue balls. It's not healthy both for my mental and physical condition but I knew she needed time and I can't rush her like last time. So I have summoned every iota of strength in my body and kept her at arms length. And she goes and kisses me when I was least expecting it and I lost my senses and dropped the bottle on her feet.

I sigh and look up from her feet and see Col staring at the ceiling. The look on her face reminds me the day after we had sex in Boston. She looked so lost and defeated and had the very same expression is on her face. I have tried so hard to erase her sadness and yet here she is again, looking heartbroken.

A lone tear rolls down her cheek and it's a kick to my gut. I slightly squeeze her foot where the bottle fell, put she doesn't wince. Like I guessed she is not hurting because of the pain in her feet. It's the kiss. She is upset about the kiss so without thinking twice, I lean forward and circle my hands around her thighs and upper body and pull her to a sitting position and kiss her.

Col gasps letting me deepen the kiss. The shock withers away in a few seconds and Col starts kissing me back. It's been so long and it feels like heaven. Her sweet mouth eagerly explores mine as I drag her closer. The manoeuvre has her straddling me with her legs on either side of mine and her sex caressing my dick. Her fingers clutches my face as she rubs herself against me in a delicious yet torturous rhythm. The sexual frustration that I have been feeling for months drives me to kiss her harder. My hand has a mind of its own and starts exploring her soft skin sliding into her top. When my fingers move up and comes in contact with the underside of her boob, I realise that Col isn't wearing a bra and I curse into her mouth as all the blood in my body head to my dick making me even harder.

I run my thumb over her pebbles peak and Col moans breaking the kiss. Her back arcs pushing her chest closer to my face. I stretch the neckline of her off shoulder top to free her magnificent breast and, I drop my head lower and circle my tongue round her hardened nipple. Col moans and whimpers clutching my hair as I give all my attention to her boob.

Col dry humps my rocklike dick as I nibble and suck her harder. Her fingers clutches my hair in a vice like grip driving me crazy. I pull her top the other side to give attention to her neglected boob in the process I rip off the neckline of her top. The sound of the tearing of the cloth pulls me out of the sex-craved haze and I realise how far I have gone. I stop immediately and rest my head on Col's shoulder and take couple of deep breathes to gain control of my body which isn't a easy task. Every cell in my body wants more. Not want, need. I need Col. I need her taste, her warmth and everything she is ready to give me but I know she isn't there yet and until then I have to pull myself together and do the right thing, give her space and time to recover.

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