Page 122 of Colt

I carefully set Lainey on the mattress. Before she can wiggle out of my reach, I start taking off her boots.

“The jacket,” I grunt. “Lose it. And the dress.”

“You don’t like the dress?” Lainey asks with a wink, shouldering out of the jacket.

“I love the dress. Looks great on you.” I drop one boot on the ground, then the other. “It’ll look better on the floor.”

Running my hands up her bare legs, I curl my fingers through the straps of her thong at the same time as she pulls her dress over her head. Need bolts up my rock-hard length when I see her bra. This one is simple, nude-colored.

It’s also completely transparent. Her nipples poke through the barely-there fabric, her piercing glinting in the bedroom’s soft light.

I nearly bite off my tongue. “Gorgeous,” I blurt.

Her eyes are wide, a little uncertain, when they meet mine. “You think so?”

“I know so. Lift your hips for me, yeah?”

She does as I tell her, and I pull off her underwear to reveal the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen.

Her pubic hair is dark, lush but neatly trimmed. Her clit is just visible between her lips, hinting at the hot-pink heaven inside.

I’ve felt all this before. Tasted it.

Now I get to adore it.

She’s naked save for her bra, but she doesn’t try to hide from me. Doesn’t try to cover up or pull me in. She just lets me look.

I can’t stop staring, my cock throbbing inside my jeans. I feel like an axe just landed in the center of my chest, slicing my heart neatly in two.

Without thinking, I shove aside several pillows. “Lean back. Lie down.”

Scooting up on the bed, she does as I tell her, reclining with one arm over her head so her tits are pushed out. Her feet are flat on the bed, knees bent.

“Spread your legs.”

“Aren’t you going to take off your clothes?”

“Yes. Spread your legs, Lainey.”

Her knees fall apart. A hand grips my windpipe and squeezes.

She’s swollen. Glistening with arousal.

Perfect.

Her pupils blow out as she watches me looking at her. I know she wants to come just as badly as I do, but I wanna make this last. Draw her out and bring her to the edge again and again. That way, when she finally falls, her orgasm will be the kind she’ll remember.

You’re gonna remember me, honey.

So I crawl onto the bed and hook my hands underneath her knees. I lean in and kiss her clit, giving her a long, lingering lick front to back. Back to front.

Her hips rock against my mouth as she lets out a gasp.

“Colt,” she pleads, pushing her hand into my hair. “You make me feel so good.”

My chest twists. It’s nice not to have to worry about whether she’s telling the truth. Her body doesn’t lie, and neither does she.

I could go down on this woman all day if she’d let me.