Page 32 of Riding Into Love
I have to scoot off him long enough to undo his jeans, and he lifts his hips, helping me tug them down. He’s not wearing anything underneath, and when his erection springs free, a shot of desire zips through me.
Colby kicks his jeans the rest of the way off, and his hands glide up the sides of my legs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His fingers dip under the elastic waistband, and he slowly peels my panties down.
His gaze is hot and possessive, and when he sees the apex between my thighs, his hazel eyes go dark. Before I can blink, he’s lifting me up and rolling us around until I’m on my back, and he’s on top, settling between my thighs.
Anticipation coils deep inside me, and every inch of my body is alive. Our eyes meet, and there’s something so intimate about the moment. I’ve never had a guy look at me the way Colby does, like I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, like he could look at me forever and never tire of it.
He holds eye contact as he positions himself and presses the tip of his erection inside me. He goes slow, so slow I think I might burst into flames. Every inch of him is deliciously thick, and by the time he’s fully seated inside me, my heart is threatening to pound right out of my chest.
When he starts to move, I see stars. His hips rock back and forth, and every time he thrusts forward, pleasure ripples through me. Colby’s hand is buried in my hair, and his other is clutching the pillow. His face is only a few inches from mine, and his ragged breaths puff against my lips.
I wrap my legs around his waist, trying to get him deeper, and when he thrusts harder, we both groan. His mouth finds mine again, and he kisses me, devouring me with his lips and tongue. Every stroke sends sparks dancing across my skin, and it’s not long before I feel that familiar tug deep in my belly.
Colby must feel it too, because he shifts his position, changing the angle. When he slides in again, his pubic bone rubs against my clit, and my entire body shudders.
“Oh, God,” I moan, tearing my lips from his. “Don’t stop. Please.”
Colby’s hips move faster, and his breathing is labored. I’m panting and digging my nails into his back, and my climax is building, a wave gathering strength, getting ready to crash.
Colby buries his face in my neck and thrusts again, hitting the spot that makes my eyes roll back. I’m right there, hanging on the edge.
“Colby!”
My body explodes, and white-hot heat sears through me. Wave after wave crashes over me, and the world goes fuzzy around the edges.
Colby is still moving, his hips rocking faster and faster, and then his entire body goes rigid. With one final thrust, he finds his own release, and his cock jerks inside me.
When the tremors finally subside, we collapse in a tangled heap, a sweaty, satisfied heap. Colby’s forehead is pressed to mine, and our chests are rising and falling in tandem. He doesn’t pull out, and I don’t want him to. I love the feeling of him inside me.
We lay there like that for a while, basking in the afterglow, and the silence isn’t awkward, which surprises me. It’s comfortable, and the longer we stay like this, the closer I want to be.
But deep down, I know it’s just the endorphins. In the morning, when the sun rises and the spell is broken, Colby will realize what a mistake he’s made, and everything will change.
?Chapter Ten
?Colby
