Filthy Beautiful Lies(#1#2)

We’re both still as naked as the day we were born and I can’t help but steal glances at his body. He’s like a solid stone wall of muscle built for maximum pleasure. Deeply cut abdominal muscles that lead down into a V at his sides. My gaze drifts lower and I see his manhood is hanging heavily between his powerful thighs. Even in its relaxed state, it’s impressive. The times before – when I’d pleasured him orally, he was hard again in an instant. Perhaps this time I’ve actually satisfied him. Quenched his thirst, so to speak. My lips twitch in a smile.

“What’s so funny?” he looks down at his penis and back up at me with a frown.

“Nothing.” I straighten my mouth, losing the smile.

“Sophie,” he chastises. “You were looking down at my dick and laughing.”

“I didn’t laugh,” I correct him.

“Fine, then you were smiling at him like the two of you were sharing some inside joke. Everything good between the two of you?”

“Very much so,” I confirm.

“Then tell me what he did to make you smile.”

“He’s soft.”

Colton frowns and lets out a sigh. “That tends to happen after a man ejaculates, Sophie.”

I giggle, unable to stop myself. Hearing Colton say the word ejaculate has brought out my inner twelve-year-old boy. Pulling myself to together, I explain, “Yes, I know that. But the times before, the times I, um, used my mouth, he was hard again right away.”

He watches me closely, his face impassive, but I can tell he’s thinking about how to answer. “I tend to have a pretty quick recovery time, but you’re right, with you it was insane. Honestly, I think it’s because I wanted you so badly that I was constantly ready to go.”

“And now, because of what we did downstairs you’re satisfied?”

“For the moment.”

Oh. I chew on my lip, realizing that just because we’ve already had sex once tonight doesn’t mean it won’t happen again. A pang of nerves hits me, as I contemplate if I’ll be able to keep up with this man sexually.

“Get into the bath, sweetness,” he says, drawing me from my thoughts.

Accepting his hand, I step into the tub and lower myself into the deliciously hot water. It’s almost too warn, but it feels good against my overused and achy muscles. I scoot to one end of the oblong tub and Colton gets in and sits down in the water directly across from me.

“How do you feel?” he asks, his tone is soft and tender and his toes are touching mine underneath the water.

My inner tissues feel slightly swollen and tender. But in the best possible way, I decide. “Like a woman,” I smile.

He laughs out loud at me. His laughter is the best sound. He’s a serious man, often quite thoughtful and composed, so hearing his burst of masculine laughter in the quiet room fills me with a deep sense of happiness.

We settle into the warm water, each of us sinking down to our shoulders and just watching the other quietly. It’s a heavy moment, but in a good way. Everything we’ve shared, everything that’s ahead of us leaves me feeling happy and secure.

“I shouldn’t have come inside you, Soph. I was being careless,” Colton says, finally breaking the silence.

My little happy bubble is momentarily burst. “I wanted you to.”

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“I know.” I stare right back at him, waiting to see how he’ll respond.

His answer is a lazy smile that lights up his entire face. “Understood.”

My body floods with endorphins and warm sensation spreads over me. He and I are on the exact same page. This is not some fling. This is not something fleeting or temporary. There is meaning and depth and complete clarity to what we are doing.

“Come here,” he commands, his voice low and gravelly.

I practically swim across the tub to reach him and Colton grins as he watches me. I climb into his lap, settling against him. I open my legs and place one on either side of his hips, resting my arms on his shoulders. He cups my cheeks and brings his mouth to mine in a sweet kiss.

“Thank you for tonight. For believing in me. For giving yourself to me.”

I nod slowly, letting the weight of this moment, and the deep meaning behind his words sink in.

“You were so trusting to come home with me that night. So strong,” he says, nuzzling his mouth against my throat.

“I knew out of all those men there that night that I was meant to go with you,” I say.

“You belong with me. Always.”

“Yes.”

There are no games, no playing coy or denying our feelings and I fucking love it.

As we kiss and cuddle in the warm water, I can feel Colton’s manhood lengthen and grow.

I slide up and down on him, teasing us both with the thought that he could so easily sink into me with the aid of the water.

Letting his hands drift down, he squeezes my breasts, caressing them with light touches.

“I’ll never tire of this,” he says.

“Of what?”

“Touching you, knowing you’re mine.”

I feel the exact same way and I never want this moment to end.