Slowly, he pulls back, releasing my hand—but not before plucking the lipstick from my grasp.
“Hey, I need that,” I cry. But then one of his hands is grabbing the side of my mouth while the other pops the cap off the lipstick.
I freeze as he slowly drags the stick against my lips, delicately painting the top and then the bottom. It’s almost hypnotic the way he looks—so focused, so intense. When he’s finished, he sets the tube down and stares at me in admiration.
“How do I look?” I ask softly.
Kolter doesn’t reply. Instead, he drags my lips to his, nipping, sucking and all but consuming them before pulling away roughly. I’m left breathless as he reaches up and drags his thumb against the corner of my mouth, smearing the lipstick further.
“You look like mine.”
Without another word, we come crashing together. I leap into his arms, and he holds me to him tightly. Our tongues tangle around one another as I sink my teeth into his lip. He groans at the slight pain before returning the gesture in kind.
I feel us moving but am too busy to care where he’s taking us.
When we reach the bedroom, he sits us down on the edge of the bed so I’m perched in his lap. Then he’s dragging the hem ofmy dress up and pulling my panties to the side. The head of his cock presses against me, and I spread my legs further so that I can lower myself onto him.
It doesn’t matter how many times we do it, it still hurts at first, and I wince as I slide down, inch by inch, savoring his moans.
“Goddamnit,” he grits through clenched teeth.
I attempt to control my breathing, but it sounds more like panting, so I pull away from him for a minute, closing my eyes as I force myself down until I’m fully seated on him.
“Peaches, look at me,” he says, demanding and desperate.
I blink my eyes open and find him already staring at me with the kind of reverence you’d expect from a worshipper to a deity. His gaze traces over my face, and he shakes his head like he’s in awe before his hands settle on my hips.
“You’re perfect.”
I smile softly, lifting my hips and causing him to groan once again.
“You are,” I whisper, lifting them again, and again, slowly finding a rhythm.
He laughs. “Fuck no. But for you, I’ll always try to be.”
My heart melts as his words as our bodies push together. A moan escapes me, and the tension I felt before begins to ease, each thrust more and more comfortable.
“That alright, Peaches?” he asks, his breath choppy.
“Mhmm,” I reply before letting out another moan .
“Good, now be my sweet girl and fucking ride me.”
Excitement surges through me as I pick up the pace of my thrusts. I don’t have a lot of experience being on top. Usually, we’re in such a rush, filled with passion and lust, that we don’t take a moment to do anything but be with each other as fast as humanely possible. That’s always amazing, don’t get me wrong,but this? I feel in control, powerful, and having a man like Kolter looking up at me in wonder spurs on my every move.
Kolter moves his hand to my clit, rubbing quick, tight circles against it with two fingers.
“More,” I beg.
He does as I ask, his hips meeting mine thrust for thrust, pushing him deeper inside me.
“Oh my gosh, y-yes, just like that,” I stammer.
“Take what you want, baby—I’m all yours.”
My toes curl in the sheets, and my thighs burn, begging me to stop. Nothing will take me away from this moment, though. Especially not when I feel Kolter’s body tense beneath me, his hips lifting and his cock pulsing inside me. A few more quick rubs to my clit and I’m shattering apart, following right alongside him, our groans of pleasure shaking the walls.
Finally, I collapse against his chest, and for a while, we just lie there in a daze, our breathing still heavy. I can’t imagine how life could get any better. It’s perfect; it’s beyond my wildest dreams.