“Full?”I questioned.
Her breathing had picked up and the pink hue on her cheeks and heady look in her eyes made me want to take her right here in the kitchen.
“Very…” She moaned.
I met her lips, my tongue washing through her mouth as I pulled her to the edge of the island.
“Wrap your legs around me,” I said, my hands supporting her ass as I picked her up.
She did as she was told, and I carried her down the hall and into my bedroom.
“Oh God,Colton.I’m gonna…come….again…” she cried as she road my cock, reverse cowgirl.
My hands held onto her hips, helping her thrust back and forth, keeping myself deep inside of her.
“Fuck, baby girl.That’s it, keep going.”I moaned as she tipped her head back.
I could feel her tightening around me for the sixth time tonight.I could feel my orgasm, once again building at the base of my spine.I continued guiding her movements.I loved listening to the sound of her moans as she got louder and louder.I watched as her fists gripped the sheets beside me and her body began to shake.
“That’s it, baby girl, come for me,” I whispered.
The sound of her moans filled the room as her body shook and she tightened around me, coaxing the last orgasm out of me.
We were both exhausted, breathless.She groaned as I guided her up and off me to the spot beside me on the bed.
“I’ll be right back,” I said, quietly and slipped from the bed, returning with a hot cloth for her.which I slipped between her legs, cleaning her gently before throwing it into the hamper.
I crawled back into bed and pulled her against me, and we both fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter Sixteen
Emma
“I feellike we’ve lost so much time,” I said, laying in his arms, my head on his chest.
“I know, but all we can do is move forward.”
“What ever happened?”I questioned, lifting my head to look him in the eyes.
“What didn’t?”He sighed.
It wasn’t something I wanted to talk about, but I needed to know how we went from talking every day to nothing.
“Tell me.”
“Well, after I moved away with Dad, things became hell.That was when he started drinking.At first, he allowed me to do whatever, and then as you know he cut my cell phone.Then one night, when I’d gotten home from school, he’d mentioned something to me at dinner about something you’d written in an email, something I’d never told him.He sat there slurring his words, and that was when knew we needed a different way to communicate.”
“Yes, we were going to write letters.”
“Yes, and I got the first couple you sent, and I responded to you.”
“I never got them,” I said.
“Yes, and those were the only letters I received from you as well were the first couple.With all that went on with school, practice and my Dad’s abuse I figured maybe you decided to walk away from me.I struggled with a lot of things during that time and I didn’t have the guts or the heart to find out the truth, so I just let you go, thinking you’d come back to me eventually.Years later, after my father passed away, I found out that he’d hid your letters from me.I found them all in the back of his closet, buried under a pile of boxes.Some had been opened, most were still sealed,” he said.
“Why would he have done that?”
“My dad changed after we moved.He kept his word to me, but after he broke up with his girlfriend and lost his job, he became a monster.The only thing I was allowed to do was work and play hockey.He stole from me all the time, taking the money I earned at work.”
