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She tasted like rain.
Or maybe he did, maybe it was just the taste of them together at last.
Her lips were soft and eager against his. He traced them with his tongue, sucked and nipped at them. He groaned, as she opened up to him, his tongue gliding against hers. She clung to his shoulders, her fingers gripping him so hard he thought he might bruise. He knew what she wanted, what she needed, to be closer. He felt it too. His own hands were scrunching the fabric of her shirt at her waist.
His shirt.
The one she’d ‘borrowed’ from him, the one he couldn’t bring himself to ask for back, when it fell so nicely on her.
He felt her gasp as he pulled back, tugging her lower lip between his teeth.
God, he was desperate to see what other sounds he could pull from her.
He continued his journey across her jaw, his kisses messy and ravenous. She smelled like jasmine and mint. He knew he would be utterly addicted from this day forth. Nothing could compare to this.
He pushed her backwards, stumbling with her until she was pressed up against the wall. The rain was hammering against the window, competing with their heavy breaths. Penelope let out a delicious whine as he sucked on her pulse point, nipping it before soothing it with his tongue. He wanted to mark every part of her, pepper her with love bites to leave evidence of him, of this behind. He needed to know this was real.
He ran his hands down her arse, before lifting her up in the air, grinding into her as she wrapped her thighs around him. Fuck, he was made for this. He grunted as she tugged at his hair, the sharp sting sending a thrill down his spine. He ran his hand up and down her thigh, feeling her soft creamy flesh, her shirt was up around her waist now.
He needed more.
His hands travelled up under the cotton fabric, gliding along her bare waist. He squeezed her flesh; she was so warm, so soft. He wanted to see all of her, to strip her naked, to take his time in exploring every curve and dip. To memorise her, tattoo her on his fingertips, his tongue, his lips. But he couldn’t bring himself to move them. There was an urgent sort of undercurrent in his skin, begging him to keep going, to outrun reality. As if one momentary pause might undo everything.
His thumb brushed against the underside of her breast and he let out a ragged groan. Christ, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Any ounce of control he might have had was immediately extinguished. He cupped her in his hand, massaging her breast, his thumb sliding over her nipple. Penelope let out a delicious whimper, her thighs squeezing around him. Colin groaned, burying his head in her neck, kissing and sucking there as his hand continued to knead her breast.
How many times had he dreamed about this? Jerked himself in showers while she was in the bedroom completely unaware. This entire trip had been torture, every touch, every smile, every morning waking up wrapped around her. He’d been trying to ignore the heat between them, the crackle across his skin whenever she looked at him with those bright blue eyes.
Tonight had been the breaking point. Watching her flirt with those men who would never be worthy of her. A physical reminder of what it had been like to watch her with Harry for four years, his heart shredding every time she gave away one of her smiles.
He’d been torn between cheering and raging every time she failed to grab their attention. Part of him wanting to drag her away from their leering eyes, part of him wanting to shake them for not seeing what he saw, for making her feel as if there was any bit of her that wasn’t wonderful.
She’d wanted to have sex, and, fuck, had he wanted to offer himself. It was only the idea of being her rebound that had held him back. Even when she nearly kissed him; he’d been at once furious and relieved when they’d been pulled apart. He might have fucked her right then and there in the club if that dickhead hadn’t spilled his beer on her.
It was only when the rain had started pouring as he stalked the streets outside their apartment that he realised what a fucking idiot he’d been. She’d offered herself to him and he’d refused. And for what? Pride? To protect his stupid, wretched heart that was haemorrhaging anyway? So what if she didn’t want him tomorrow, when he could have her tonight? Surely one night could be enough?
But kissing her now, his fingers playing with the seam of her panties, hearing her whimper and moan as she mindlessly ground against him, he knew that one night would never be enough. He needed every night, every morning, afternoon, minute, second. Anything she would give him, he’d take.
He slipped his fingers beneath the fabric of her knickers. He slid through her folds, groaning as he felt how wet and hot she was. She was just as desperate for him.
“Colin,” she gasped, bucking against his hand. “I need, I need–”
Colin pressed his index finger against her clit, massaging it. He could feel her gripping his shirt, tugging at it. Colin moved up to kiss her on the lips again, swallowing her moans as he dipped a finger inside her. She was so hot and tight around him, he nearly collapsed.
Penelope dragged her lips away from his, pushing at his shoulders.
“Stop,” she breathed.
Colin froze.
His stomach dropped into his guts, his skin still damp from the downpour felt icy, his heart was twisting in his chest. He closed his eyes, rolling his lips as he tried to get his bearings. Slowly, awkwardly he pulled his hands away from her breast, her pussy, lowering her to the ground.
“Sorry,” he started, letting out a breath as he opened his eyes, mentally preparing himself for a look of revulsion.
Instead, Penelope was pulling her shirt off, tossing it to some far corner of the room, her tits bouncing with the movement.
“Off,” she said, her voice hoarse, as she struggled with the buttons of his shirt. “I want to feel you against me.”
Colin nodded, his mouth open, in a daze. His heart started to stutter back to life as she finally undid the last button of his shirt, her hands smoothing over his chest and shoulders, her nails lightly grazing him, as she pushed it off. She immediately started pressing wet hot kisses across his chest, even as her hands pushed him toward the bed. Colin was still trying to process what was happening when the back of his knees hit the bed. He fell back onto the mattress with a soft ‘ooft’, Penelope scrambling to straddle him.
“Better?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Colin stared up at her in awe, her hair fell down in wild curls, her breasts swaying slightly, her soft thighs, on either side of him. She was wonderful. He reached a hand down to grab her arse, dragging her against him.
“Fucking perfect,” he muttered, before flipping them over.
Penelope squealed at the sudden movement, her giggles quickly turning into moans as Colin wrapped his lips around her nipple. He groaned as he sucked her, his other hand massaging her breast. Fuck, he could die happy here.
Penelope was writhing beneath him as he continued to lave and bite and kiss her breast, until her nipple was a dark rosy pink. Then he moved to the other, grinning as she cried out, tugging at his hair. He wondered if he could make her come like this as he bit down, making her arch beneath him. He pulled away with a sordid pop, a string of spit connecting his lips to her swollen peak.
She bucked up beneath him and he couldn’t help but grind against her, his dick begging to be released. As if she knew, Penelope shoved her hands between them, scrambling to undo his jeans. But he reached down and stopped her hands, grabbing one of her wrists and placing it up by her head, pinning her to the mattress.
“Not yet,” he muttered. He wanted this to last, never wanted it to end. And to do that, he needed control.
Penelope bit her lip, wriggling beneath him but nodded.
He bent down to kiss her roughly, making an unspoken promise as to what was to come. He could feel her hands trailing up and down his back, her nails lightly scratching him. He dragged himself away from her lips, kissing his way down her jaw to her neck. He sucked at her pulse point, breathing in her scent, tasting the soap on her skin. He allowed his hand to wander down to her breast again, tweaking her nipple, making her moan his name.
God, Penelope Featherington crying out his name over and over again was the best symphony he’d ever heard.
He pulled away to appraise his work, smirking to himself at the red mark on her neck that so clearly announced to the world he’d been there. For one night, Penelope had been his. He took in the rest of her and his breath caught. Her auburn curls were a mess on the mattress, her eyes sparkling up at him, her lips swollen, slightly open as she panted.
Her lips stretched into a coy smile, and she raised a hand to push his hair back from his forehead. “What’s that look for?” she asked softly.
Colin shook his head, still quite unable to believe this was happening. “You’re real.”
Penelope moved her hand to the back of his neck and dragged him down for a kiss, her lips soft and full. “It does feel like a dream,” she whispered, pulling away slightly so that her breath danced across his mouth like a mini lightning show.
Colin swallowed, pressing his forehead against hers, scrunching his eyes shut. “Do you want it to be?” he asked quietly, his voice a little hoarse.
Penelope hummed below him, wriggling a little. “Do I want it to be a dream?”
Colin pulled away, so that he was on his hands and knees hovering over her. She was looking up at him, her eyebrows knitted together, her lips pursed. He closed his eyes again briefly, barely containing a groan of frustration; he was fucking this up.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said, shaking his head before lifting her by the hips and pushing her up the bed. Penelope gasped at the sudden movement, and Colin shifted down the mattress so that he was kneeling between her legs
Then, slowly, watching her carefully for any resistance, he hooked his fingers under the fabric and tugged. Penelope smiled, a little shyly before lifting her hips and helping him shimmy her cotton panties off her.
Colin sucked in a breath at the sight of her bare pussy. “Fuck, Pen,” he hissed.
Penelope shifted onto her elbows, blowing a strand of hair from her face as she watched him. Then, with a lazy smile, she spread her legs further.
Colin groaned, feeling his mouth begin to water, his dick twitching in his jeans. Her rosy pink cunt was glistening under the bedroom light, begging for him to worship her. He placed a finger at her seam, dragging it slowly between her folds. He circled her hole, dipping it in slightly and biting his lip when he felt her clench around him. He glanced back up at her as he pressed his finger further inside her, smirking as he saw her eyes glaze over.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered.
Penelope trembled beneath him. “You,” she gasped. “Always you.”
Colin raised his eyebrows at her response, his heart flipping in his chest. He wondered if she meant it or if she was just lost in the moment.
He pressed another finger inside her, using his thumb to rub at her clit, watching as she writhed against him. He swallowed, pushing those thoughts aside as he felt a heat flare within him at the sight of her.
“What do you want me to do?” he murmured softly, his eyes steady on hers.
Penelope flushed, biting her lip as he massaged her clit. “I need you to– to fuck me.”
Colin grinned and pressed harder on her clit, diving his fingers deeper, curling them slightly. “I’m not going to fuck you, Pen.”
She gasped, arching her back slightly. “Please.”
Colin shook his head, smug grin firmly in place. “Not yet,” he whispered. “First, I’m going to taste you. I’m going to make your pretty little pussy come all over my mouth.”
Penelope moaned, nodding her head. “Oh, god, Colin, please, yes!”
“And then I’m going to make you forget that there was ever anyone else but me,” he whispered, so softly he wasn’t sure she heard him.
Penelope bucked her hips up, fucking herself on his hand. Colin groaned, maybe he should just fuck her. But then it would all be over, and he needed this to last.
He pushed his fingers in and out of her, slowly, his other hand clenching on the sheets to hold him in place as he watched. Then, keeping his eyes on her he leant down to suck gently on her clit.
Penelope’s head fell back as she moaned, her plush lips falling apart. Colin could barely contain his own groan as he tasted her, so sweet and tart. He lapped at her folds, devouring her wetness and replaced his finger at her entrance with his tongue. He pressed inside her, swiping and caressing her. She felt like luxurious silk; soft and tight. He ground against the mattress to ease the pressure on his cock and moaned. Penelope jerked underneath him, canting her hips up.
He licked a stripe up her slit and started kissing her clit again, massaging it with his lips, every now and then sucking on it to watch her unravel. He pressed his finger back in her, adding another, feeling her greedy pussy stretch, wet and hot around him.
She bucked up against him again, and he threw his forearm across her hips, holding her against the mattress. She squeezed her thighs against his head, creating a soft roar in his ears as he continued to feast on her. She was moaning louder now, twitching and jerking beneath him. He added another finger, fucking her in earnest as he sucked and swirled her clit with his tongue.
She threaded her fingers through his hair, jerking and twisting his locks, sending jolts of delicious hot pain down his spine and straight to his cock. Her voice was getting louder, higher, ragged, as though her throat was tearing. Colin sucked harder, curling his fingers inside her, rubbing on that spot that made her shout.
Fuck, she was so loud, he couldn’t get enough of it. She was so entirely uninhibited.
He flicked her clit with his tongue, swirling and dragging it, until he felt her walls shake around his fingers. He watched, still devouring her, as her mouth fell open, her back arched, her thighs squeezing him, before she let go and came.
Her body was trembling with aftershocks as he gently slid his fingers out of her. He bent lower to lick her clean before sucking his fingers and crawling up the bed to lean over her. She was panting, her skin flushed, her tits mesmerising in their rise and fall. Her eyes were bright and glazed, eyelashes fluttering, her limbs flopped against the sheets. Colin leaned down and kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth, sharing her taste.
She whimpered against him and he grinned, a warm surge of pride filling his chest. They kissed like that for a while, gentle, languorous, as if they had all the time in the world. The sound of rain outside had lightened to a faint drizzle, he could hear the buzz of scooters coming to life out on the street, the thump of distant club music. But in their room, it was just the faint rustle of cotton sheets, the smack of their lips, the hammering of his heart.
He felt Penelope reach down for his jeans, fiddling with the button. He didn’t stop her this time, a deep, rumbling groan vibrating through his chest as she released him from his trousers. She slid her hand in his boxer briefs and he dropped his head into the nook of her shoulder, clenching his jaw. Her soft, small hand felt marvellous around his cock, which was leaking and all but demanding attention. She stroked one hand up and down his back, while with the other she gathered his precum from the tip of his cock and slid it down his length.
Colin groaned as he felt hot sparks shoot through him. He couldn’t help the way his hips stuttered, grinding his cock in her hand.
“Will you fuck me now?” she whispered in his ear, her breath hot, shooting goosebumps across his skin.
Colin shivered, how many nights had he dreamed of her asking him that?
His mind raced as he tried to think how he wanted her. He’d thought of this moment thousands of times over the years, never believing he’d get the opportunity. And now he had it, his one night with the woman he’d loved for years, and he couldn’t decide on what he wanted to do with her.
Penelope, however, seemed to be having no such problem. She scrambled to shove his jeans and underwear down, cursing when they caught on his knees. Colin rolled off her, his back on the mattress, and kicked his pants off, grunting when Penelope climbed on top of him, straddling him at his waist.
Then she slid the wet folds of her pussy up and down the back of his cock. Colin’s mind all but exploded, his body vibrating with pleasure, as a low drawn out ‘fuuuuuuuuuuck’ escaped his lips. She leaned down placing her hands on either side of his shoulders, and ground against him again. They both moaned. Colin glanced down to see the perfect image of the darkened head of his cock shining in her come, wrapped by her lips.
He palmed her arse, spreading her cheeks as he pulled her against him again. Penelope kissed him, massaging his tongue with hers for a messy, desperate moment before she pulled away to look down, reaching for his cock and guiding it to her entrance.
Holding his gaze, she slowly, torturously, slid him inside her, inch by inch. The wet, hot, tight heat was excruciating in its pleasure, heated waves crashing through him. She didn’t move for a moment, her lower lip tucked under her teeth, her hand that had held him, now resting on his stomach, her fingers scrunching at the fine hair that led down to his dick. The other hand swept her hair back in a flurry of cascading, ginger curls.
Colin’s entire body was tense, every muscle screaming at him to just move, to roll her over and fuck her. But he wanted her to take the lead, wanted to watch her ride him, to see those glorious tits bounce, to be used entirely for her pleasure.
Finally, she started moving. Languidly, at first, almost deliberately. As if she wanted to feel every single movement in absolute detail. Colin gripped her hips and looked up at her in awe.
She was a goddess.
Her bright blue eyes were lustrous in their shine, her hands had moved from his stomach to play with her nipples, tweaking them. Every time she rolled her hips forward, her mouth would fall open, showing the shiny pink of her tongue as she moaned. Colin moved a hand to play with her clit, massaging it with the pad of his thumb. Her head dropped back as she rode him, her moans getting louder and longer. She ground harder against him, her pace quickening, her hands kneading her tits as she moved. Colin bucked up against her, driving his cock deeper into her pussy.
“Fuck, you feel so good!” she gasped, her face flushed, her flesh rippling as she bounced on his cock.
Colin grabbed her hips, guiding her up and down him. “You’re gorgeous, love,” he murmured, his voice catching. “So fucking beautiful.”
She glanced down at him, her movements pausing for a moment, her mouth dropping open slightly. “Colin…” she started.
But he didn’t give her a chance to finish her sentence, flipping her over onto her back. He grabbed a pillow and shoved it under hips, angling them so he could once again see that perfect little pussy. He grabbed her thighs and threw the backs of her knees over his shoulders. He glanced at her face, and smiled; her expression was a mixture of desire and surprise.
He lined his cock back up with her cunt and thrust inside her. She keened at the sudden movement, but Colin didn’t give her time to adjust, he couldn’t. He pulled back and slammed into her again, the sound of their skin clapping together filling the room as he set a punishing pace.
Penelope could only lay there, her body lurching up and down the mattress, her mouth stretched open as she cried out, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Colin ground against her with every thrust, teasing her clit, driving her closer and closer to her orgasm. He needed to feel her come on his cock, needed to feel her body tremble and stretch, needed to see that moment of pure bliss in her eyes.
He dropped one of her legs from his shoulders, and she cried out. “Fuck, right there!”
Colin grinned, sweat dripping from his hair as he pushed harder, deeper. He dove his hand between their flesh, rubbing his fingers against her clit as he drove forward. Penelope clung to his shoulders, her fingers digging into his muscles. He grunted, turning his head to kiss her inner thigh as he relentlessly fucked her. His lungs were screaming, his blood scorching his veins, every thrust taking him closer and closer to his peak. He felt as if everything inside him was tightening, preparing to burst.
He looked down at her, her chest heaving, her skin shining, she’d never looked so beautiful. He felt everything in that moment, the constant warmth of her faithful friendship, the crackling burning of simmering lust, the deep twisting yearning of years watching her with another. It felt as if his chest was expanding, as if his heart was in his throat, as if the closer and closer he got to his orgasm, the more he felt.
“I love you!” he gasped, the words bursting from his lips before he could stop them.
Her eyes widened, her body tensed, her mouth dropped open, and she shattered.
Colin felt her orgasm as if it were his own, vibrating and tearing through him. Her walls clenched around him, her chest pressed up toward him, his name fell like an aria from her lips.
Fuck, he was right on the edge now. “I’m gonna–” he muttered. “Pen, where should I–”
She wrapped her legs around him in answer, holding him inside her.
And from deep within him that tightening feeling released, bursting through him. He came hard, his entire body shaking and jerking, his jaw contorting, a deep groan rocketing through him.
He all but collapsed on top of her, revelling in the feeling of her soft skin against his. He dropped his head in the nook of her shoulder, gently pressing his lips against her, tasting salt. Penelope breathed deeply, her fingers drawing idle patterns up and down his back. He wondered if she could feel his heart beating in his chest.
The rain outside had stopped, he could hear partygoers shouting and cavorting. But it felt safe and small in their flat, if a little warm. They lay like that for a few more moments, until Penelope started to squirm. Grimacing at the sticky feeling, Colin pulled out of her and, without looking at her, he strode over to the bathroom where he found a towel. Penelope watched him warily when he returned, he swallowed and focused on cleaning her up. Then he tossed the towel to the corner of the room.
He moved back up the bed and flopped down beside her on his back. They both stared up at the ceiling, Colin’s eyes catching on a water stain.
He could feel his heart rate picking up, his skin tingling uncomfortably as he searched for the right words to say. Or any words really. The silence that had once been soft and intimate, now felt awkward and dense.
He’d said he loved her.
He bit his lip, dragging a hand down his face. Maybe she didn’t remember, maybe she was too caught up in the moment that–
“So, we should probably talk,” she murmured.
Colin sighed, so much for that thought.
He felt her roll over to face him, the sheets rustling with her movements. Colin pushed himself to sit up in bed, grabbing the bedsheet and pulling it up to cover his waist, as he swallowed at the knot in his throat and swept his hair off his face.
He looked down at her, her body curved towards him, her skin dotted with red marks, still damp from exertion. Her hair was a wonderful mess, trailing down her shoulders, over her breasts. His heart twisted in his chest at the sight. She truly was the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on.
Penelope offered him a small smile, which didn’t quite reach her shining eyes. “I’m glad you came back,” she whispered.
Colin scratched at his jaw. “I’m sorry I left.”
She moved to sit up beside him, grabbing the sheet as she did and pulling it up to cover her chest. She turned to face him, still sitting. “You were never going to be my rebound,” she said.
Colin tensed, his eyes scrunching shut at her words. “Right,” he said. “I know. This wasn’t meant to happen.”
“That’s not what I–” She sighed and he opened his eyes to look at her again. She was picking at a loose thread on the sheet, her lips pressed together. “Sometimes I think Harry might have been a rebound,” she whispered.
Colin felt her words shoot through his chest like a spear. He dropped his head back against the wall, feeling the cool brick against his scalp.
It always came back to Harry.
Even now, after everything they’d just done, she was thinking of him.
She hadn’t wanted him to be her rebound, and for good reason. He felt the backs of his eyes start to burn, and he swallowed thickly. Now was not the time.
“Your friendship is important to me–” he started.
“--the thing is I’m in love with you–”
Colin’s eyes snapped open as he turned to stare at her. “Did you just say you’re in love with me?” he whispered.
Penelope pulled the sheet tighter around her chest. “Did you just friendzone me?”
Colin gaped at her, his mind scrambling. “I thought you were about to–”
“You just said you loved me!” she exclaimed, pointing at his chest. “You said it first!”
“You said I couldn’t be your rebound!”
“Do you always say that during sex?”
Colin shook his head. “Penelope, what the fuck?”
Penelope leapt out of the bed, dragging the sheet with her, wrapping it around her body as she glared at him. “Was that your version of dirty talk?” she demanded. “Do you tell every girl you shag you love her?”
“No! I–”
“Well, then why the fuck are you telling me how important my friendship is?”
“You’re the one who brought up your ex!”
“Only to say that I loved you too!”
“Well, that’s a really weird way of saying it,” he snapped.
They both stared at each other for a moment, their breaths heavy. A siren wailed past on the street below.
“In my head it was a really romantic speech,” she said softly, stepping back toward the bed.
Colin raised his eyebrows, something bubbling in his chest as a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “What were you going to say?”
Penelope grimaced. “I was going to say that you couldn’t be my rebound because Harry was my rebound.”
“That makes no sense.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “You have to let me finish.”
He smirked, folding his arms across his chest as he leaned back against the wall. “Go on then.”
A smile played at her lips as she tried to maintain a serious expression. “I meant that, every guy is my rebound.”
“Okay…” he drawled, still not quite following.
“Except for you,” she said.
Colin stared at her, his brows knitting together as he tried to figure out what she was saying.
“I mean that it’s always been you,” she said, her voice catching a little. “You were the first boy I had a crush on, the first man I ever fell in love with, the only man I’ve ever loved.”
Colin could feel his throat thickening, his heart stuttering in his chest. It didn’t feel real.
She stepped forward until her knees were up against the side of the mattress. “When Harry asked me to marry him, you’re the one I ran to,” she said softly, her eyes wet. “Not because you already had a trip booked or because you were an escape, but because you were the one I thought of.” She sniffed, a wet laugh escaping her lips before she continued, “It was your face I saw when he asked me for forever, and I knew I couldn’t give it to him. Travelling with you has never–” She visibly swallowed, her eyes wide and earnest. “It’s never been me running away. Never. Because I’m not running away. I can’t be when you’re my destination, when you’re my– my home.”
Colin tasted hot wet salt on his lips. “That was a very good speech,” he murmured, his voice hoarse.
Penelope smiled tentatively at him. “The only reason I wanted to meet someone tonight was because I was about ready to jump you, and I thought that might ruin the friendship.” She paused, biting her lip as she eyed him carefully. “Did you mean what you said?”
“Yes, of course, I–” he snapped his mouth shut before taking a breath, attempting to order his thoughts. He couldn’t fuck this up. Not now when it felt like everything he ever wanted might finally be within his reach.
“Pen,” he said, his voice gruff. “I’ve loved you for four years. Longer, even. I can’t remember what life was like before I loved you. This trip– I–” he stumbled a bit on his words. “All my trips have been because of you. When I was home, I was so happy because I got to see you all the time, but it was also torture because I had to watch you with Harry. I had to watch another man make you happy.”
She opened her mouth to say something but he barrelled on; he needed to get this out.
“So, I would travel. I would run away like a– a coward. So I didn’t have to watch you with him. But then I’d miss you and it would all get too much and I’d come crawling back to London.”
Penelope wiped at her face and crawled onto the bed, letting the sheet fall away, until she was straddling his lap.
Colin instinctively placed his hands on her hips, sliding his palms up and down her warm skin.
“From the moment you showed up at my door… I never wanted it to end, because I never wanted this to end,” he said, squeezing her sides gently as he spoke. “Watching you flirt with those guys tonight, I just– I couldn’t do it again. I couldn’t watch you with someone else for another four years. For another four minutes, really.”
“Colin,” she whispered, trailing the tips of her fingers along his jaw. “It’s only ever been you. I’m sorry, I–”
“Don’t apologise,” he said. “There’s nothing to apologise for.”
She nodded at him, but her eyes looked uncertain. So, Colin leaned forward and placed a kiss on her collarbone, sliding his tongue across her skin. He heard her breath hitch and he smirked.
“So, can we go back to when you said you wanted to jump me?” he whispered against her, smugly watching as goosebumps flooded her skin.
She squirmed in his lap, and he groaned, his dick twitching back to life. “Of course I make a heart-wrenchingly vulnerable love admission, and you focus on the part where I said I wanted to shag you,” she teased.
Colin poked her sides, making her yelp. “It was a very interesting and important part of the speech,” he mumbled against her skin as he kissed his way up her neck to her jaw.
“I’m not even sure it was technically part of the speech,” she gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders as he continued his journey across her skin. He nipped her earlobe and she let out a breathy sigh. “Oh, that’s– That’s wonderful.”
Colin pulled back and cupped her cheek, locking his gaze with hers. “You’re wonderful,” he murmured, before pressing his lips against hers.
She moaned softly as he swept his tongue into her mouth. He kissed her with reverence, with every ounce of love he felt, for every moment, every laugh, every sigh and smile and shared gaze. He kissed her for their years of friendship, for years of missed moments, for every day spent under the sun exploring the world together. He kissed her for their future, for their past, for their present.
Until, gently, they parted, their breaths intermingling. She blinked up at him, her lips pulling into a wide smile.
“My wonderful,” she whispered, before leaning in to kiss him again.