BUFF (37 page)

He brings his elbow around the back of her neck, drawing her in for a primal kiss. When he pulls back, the world seems to spin a little.

“One year,” he says, his hair dripping with water. She’s hearing what he’s saying, every syllable thrumming inside her body, knowing what’s coming next. His brooding eyes tell all.

“One year,” she repeats, feeling the touch of his fingers trailing down her spine and over her buttocks.

He leans into the base of her neck and trails soft kisses upward until he reaches her ear and whispers, “I have something to show you,” his words tickle her and she feels hot sensations begin to burn between her thighs.

He unbuttons his damp white shirt that clings to his body like a second skin, his rippled muscles straining through.

“What is it, Colt?” She bites her bottom lip, a twinkle in her eye.

“Look closer,” he says, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Can you see it?”

She examines his body, licking her lips in anticipation of having this hard Adonis body pressed firmly up against her soon. And then she sees it.

“No… Colt… I can’t believe you would…” Her smile is so wide her cheeks begin to burn. She trails her fingers just under his ‘
Olivia’
tattoo. In script, he’s had the words
‘Little Bit’
tattooed underneath his mother’s name.

“There’s more,” he says, extending his arm out to her. There, on his wrist, another tattoo:
‘L.B’.

“Little Bit?” she asks.

“Love Becky… and, yeah," he says, sounding pleased with himself, "Little Bit, as well.”

She giggles, overwhelmed by his gesture. “Very clever, Colt. Not just a pretty face… You know, I don’t know if I like the reason you call me Little Bit.”

“I lied.”

“About what?” she asks, confused.

“Why I call you Little Bit. Don’t get me wrong, you did annoy me and you still sometimes do, especially when you leave the cap off my toothpaste—”

“Colt!” she says, slapping him playfully on the arm.

“Becky…” His head angles close to her lips, his features turning serious. “You’re the
little bit
I never expected. The
little bit
I can’t live without.”

His words fill her with goose-bumps as he plunges into her mouth. She moans and grips his shoulder, digging her nails in. His tongue delves hard against hers and sensations explode in her body. Groaning he pulls away.

“Why can’t I stop kissing you?” he asks, his dimples showing.

She feels her cheeks burn with a blush and looks down. “Maybe I should get a tattoo to... cover up my scar—”

“No you won’t.”

“You can’t tell me—”

“To me, you're perfect. Especially..." he says, brushing his hand over her left breast. Her nipples pucker against the thin material of her dress, yearning for his touch as he circles, teasing, around her hardened tip. "...your scar.”

Becky can't help but think about the night she danced with death. She'd had a small puncture in her heart and she lost a lot of blood, but they were able to get the bleeding under control and repair the damage in time. The small scar she bears on her chest at first horrified her. But Colt taught her to wear it with pride. It isn’t a reminder of Emmett abusing her. It’s a reminder that she is a survivor. A reminder of the night when she thought all hope was lost but then Colt came crashing through all impossibility and saved her.

He’s staring, watching her like he always does, absorbed by her. His dripping wet chest rises and falls in a deep pant. “You’re my forever, Little Bit.”

He is so quick she doesn’t even see him move.

He pushes her up against the rock behind them, his lips crushing down on hers in a sensual bruising force that tangles them together, netting her mouth to his with each brutal gulp. His pelvis grinds into hers as his mouth opens and closes against her, both their gasps splitting in the air like charges of energy.

His hands maul at her frantically, clasping at locks of hair, burying deep into her scalp to push her face closer and deepen the moist hungry kiss. She wants him to push more into her, feel his hard pectorals against her soft bare breasts. She tugs pieces of his hair and a raw groan rocks from her mouth to his as her middle grinds desperately into him.

There bodies smash mercilessly against one another; both their mouths turning sideways, ferociously seeking, as they sink into each other, advancing on one another with stalking gluttony.

Colt's appetency for her is limitless. Aggressive. He lowers his head eye level, dragging her mouth up and down, sucking on her bottom lip and nipping at the plump edge as she squirms for control, yanking his hair at the roots.

He breaks away for a short second to see her ravenous sedated eyes pierce up at him, teasing him, and she feels his cock go steel-hard between them. His mouth takes and catches her lips, licks the slick walls inside her mouth then finds her tongue. He strokes her hard. There is no delicacy in each lap as the rough flat of him surges against her, moving like a possessed animal in heat.

His hand latches on to the back of her knee, steering higher, deathly slow, as she moans into his mouth. His fingers slip under her dress and thong, cupping her bare ass and squeezing the soft flesh with eager appreciation as her groan flutters out louder, harsher. Her leg curls instinctively around his thigh, making the dress ride up on her stomach, the fabric of his jeans heave into her soaked center, her body pawing at him like a starving animal, begging for relief.

The grind of their bodies together is wild, unkempt, both turning each other on with each deep penetrating mill; the rock digs into the back of her thighs with each hard push and fall, but she doesn’t care.

His teeth scrape down her chin, her neck, her whimper shattering into the air, growing shorter with each animalizing nick of his teeth. His mouth is everywhere, his tongue licking the bruises his fevered kisses have made.

He tongues the slit of her cleavage and her center quivers in hot moist release. She encourages him further, pushing her shoulders back as one aching tip pours out on its own, strained red and pointed.

He doesn’t hesitate, stroking the hell out of the small berried nub, petting the point down into submission before sucking her in deep, gripping her ass tighter into him with each deep pinch of his closed-off mouth. He rubs his erection up and down, her clit throbbing out underneath, each nerve-ending aching in a torturous tingle.

“Colt...” The word ripples from her mouth and he peers up, foggy, his stare eclipsing black as she bites her bottom lip with every suctioning fuse of his mouth. “Oh God, please!” She cries from the bottom of her stomach, clamping a hand on his neck and scratching at the skin as her head falls back.

She has to have him inside of her. Now. Before she is undone.

Bringing her other knee around so that her body straddles his, he lifts her up in one swift movement and settles her down on the rock above him. A soft flick of his mouth before he commands her, "Lay back for me," sends her reeling back and she lays against the cool, wet, surface underneath her.

He can’t stop touching her, his kisses are gentler, worshiping, long damp strokes that have her legs spreading and welcoming him closer. His fingers crawl up her inner thigh, a barely felt
swoosh
of callous skin. His index finger hooks on to the center of her saturated thong, grazing her clit and tearing at the flimsy fabric which immediately shreds in his large hands.

“Take me, Colt,” her unbridled cry splits into the air.

A tormenting whine resonates in her chest, her body shudders in small aroused douses that make her limbs shake uncontrollably. He reaches out and yanks the dress down her chest in one hard whip, exposing her other breast. Blindly he goes to remove his jeans but when his fingers fumble in his rush she lifts herself up and gently pushes his hands away, unabashedly staring up at him as she unbuttons them herself. Colt goes rigid over her, as though fueled to pin her down and fuck her senseless.

She loosens his belt, each loop giving way to his feral desire. She is frantic now, trying to unloop the holes with wobbly fingers. Unable to stand there and watch he helps, whipping the belt out and throwing it into the pool below.

He gazes down at her as she waits, flushed, aroused and ready. Her deep sensual breaths full, her fleshly plump breasts lifting with each need for air, dying for him, aching for him.

He rips off his shirt and gripping behind both her knees he pins her down against the surface of the rock. The uproar in his face, the reddening in his complexion, deepens, as she lays, arched, her body curling in pleasure, already driving for the feel. He leans over her, uses the tip of his cock to taste the wetness of her inner thigh, then her damp folds.

“Please… Colt… I'm begging you..."

The strain of his shaft burgeons like tight fire against the nerves there. She remembers the exact texture of his large, full cock penetrating her pussy, a warm suffocation. Riding on the compulsive burn of her memory, he leans one hand near her head and mutters—as though angry with something—against her lips, “Seven days too fucking long,” and enters her.

And enters her again and again. Short undulating strides that are deliberately slow, each slick pump of his body drawn out as he parts her knees wider and she wraps her ankles high on his waist. A shadow over her, hungry for each and every reaction she awards him, he, as always, hunts for the ecstasy to glow across her face, reveling with each whimper she paws out.

The front of his thighs hit the stone underneath her, with each hard thrust of his body. She clenches around him, squeezing the life out of him as she lifts herself on her elbows, removing the small distance between them and rubs her lips over his in a tease. He drives in hard and her mouth opens up against his. “Oh... babe…" he groans.

She scrapes her teeth against his bottom lip that hangs just above her and he drives in even harder, her mouth dropping agape, her head falling back with each escalating ram.

"Oh!"

“Let me see you come,” he demands, in a low guttural roar. He wants to see her face, his darkened eyes telling her he needs to hear her as he mounts her. He forces her head up, his lips clasping onto hers with the soft coaxing lapses of his tongue. With the dangling hand at his side he finds her pulsing clit, scrapes a quick fingertip over its head.

She gasps against his mouth, shaking her head violently. He caresses her nubbin again, softer, lighter, making it just enough for her to feel. The tempo of each piston from his body accelerates, grows, and her groans follow his lead, unintentionally urging him on. He seems to lap up every piercing scream, his body riding her deep as though in desperate need to hear her moan again. He doesn’t stop until she feels him all the way up to his hilt.

His finger massages the sensitive ruby flesh again, trapping it between his two fingers and circling it tenderly. She starts to shiver under him and something goes off inside her as he reaches for her legs and lifts them over his shoulders. Her body slips down even farther where her butt was in midair, incurved towards her body as he bucks into her, pounding into her at a delinquent speed that has her body jerking, her heaving mounds wobbling under him.

“Oh… Jesus Christ, baby,” he moans.

She is ripping at her own hair now, tearing it back from her face, her mouth trembling. Then his fingers sink into her drenched lips, drumming against her clit furiously. She gasps loudly, her breasts bouncing, her arms stretching out as she comes. Her head lifts from the rock, her eyes bugging out as she continues to reach for nothing but air. “Oh, God!"

She falls back down, the apex of her climax sending her head thrashing sideways, the strokes of his cock in her subsiding then picking up in taunting motions. When the orgasm lulls, her hand falls down over her throat, then rubs over her breast in an unconscious caress.

Watching her, he comes, the chords of his muscles bulging, his skin going taut as he bites down on his own moan. Hot chills feather through her as she watches him in all his glory.

To her pleasure, all of him is orgasmic. His golden skin that sheens of sweat and water, his inflamed mouth, his alpha-male groans that fall satiated… The way his shudders infect her, makes her head dizzy, makes her pelvis lurch forward, into him, for more.

Still partially bent over her, he diminishes the space between, trails small, almost imperceptible kisses down the length of her exposed neck. Her unbound tits are hanging out, bountiful, and seems to provoke his insatiable taste for her flavor.

He suckles one turgid tip with just the surface of his lips, reluctantly removing his rock-hard cock from inside her. She makes a faint sound of protest and his breaths turn into deep grunts as he squeezes his eyes shut.

“Again,” he whispers, against her nipple. “Give me more,” he orders, ruined. He takes the ripe whole of her tip over and over, cupping the fleshly roundness of her breast with his hand and brings it higher into his mouth, making her back arc into the intense feel.

Incoherent, she mumbles, “Colt… I..."

“Becky.” He sucks harder, punishing her for disobeying, pinches against the bud with the inside of his mouth, the slurping sound deafening. His stare blackens as her body rises under him, gyrating in a call that tells him she wants him inside her again also.