I snorted softly with a smirk. “Good.”
Colt’s warm skin pushed into my back, his knees aligning behind mine and his breath puffing onto my shoulder. I closed my eyes, focusing on each aspect of how he felt against me. “How do you feel?” he asked.
“Still settling into it,” I said.
Colt brushed my hair away from my shoulders and pressed a kiss under my ear. “I’m right here. Do you want to breathe with me?”
I was doing it. I was letting myself be touched in a way that previously scared me. I couldn’t fully see him, but I used my other senses to feel him: his scent, his skin, the sound of his voice. Without a word, I followed his exaggerated inhales and exhales. He kissed under my ear again and whispered, “You’re doing so well, Violet.”
I nodded. “I’m doing it.”
“You’re doing it,” he said.
“I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this snuggle this whole time.”
He chuckled. “It’s a good one. I get to touch you as many places as possible.”
I bit my lip. “How do you really want to touch me?”
A sweet kiss met my shoulder. “However makes you comfortable, baby.”
“No, but . . . what doyouwant to do to me?”
A choked sound left his throat. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
I flattened my shoulders to the pillow so I could look at him more fully. “If I’ve learned anything from ourbook stuff, it’s that it’s really hot when we do what you like, when I feel you lose control.”
He folded his lips between his teeth. “I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to lose you.”
“You won’t,” I assured him. “Not this time.”
Colt’s cautious eyes passed over my face. He dipped to kiss me, a slow exploration of my lips.
“Touch me,” I whispered. “Please.”
Colton nudged me into place: shifting us to our sides, my body tucked tight into his, his hand holding my top hip, his erection wedged between my cheeks. “This okay?”
“Yeah,” I whimpered.
“I’m going to move,” he said.
I nodded. “Do exactly what you want to me.”
Colton inhaled slowly and his hips curled away from me, then back in. His arm draped across my body to hold my bottom hip. We were closer together now, impossibly close. He guided my hips to move with his until I picked up the movement. “How does that feel?”
“Good,” I breathed. “Keep going.”
Together we rocked back and forth, his tip pressing wetness against my lower back while his cock stayed lodged against my ass.
This was what I had been missing: the security of Colton, moving with me, grinding and moaning. It was him: my Colton, taking what he wanted from me. And I was happy to give it.
“You feel so good, Violet. Can I touch you?”
I guided his hand between my legs, and Colt groaned when his fingertips met my wet slit. He stiffened when I dragged his hand away. “You alright?”
I didn’t respond with words, but pulled his fingers to my lips. I sucked my own wetness off his fingertips and he rolled his hips harder. “Fuck, Violet.”
With a few more thrusts, I felt ready. This felt good—amazing even. I was ready for the big step, but I couldn’t do it exactly this way. I sat up on my elbow. “Come with me.”
