Crazy For You by Alexander, S.B. (love story novels in english TXT) 📗

something, anything to get my body moving, or else I would be the one who wouldn’t last long.

He ran his hands up and down my legs, his gaze roaming like a lion looking for his next meal.

“Please do something. You’re torturing me.” My voice was strained.

He grinned boyishly, as though he’d just won the race of the century.

Then his fingers were circling that throbbing sweet spot in between my legs—a gentle caress that increased the more I purred and moaned. But when his tongue replaced his fingers, I bucked, moaning so loudly that I was grateful the music was drowning out my voice.

He chuckled, but didn’t stop as he took me to places I’d never been before. Even when I pleasured myself, the feeling wasn’t the same.

A host of emotions rifled through me—exhilaration, trepidation, lust so strong I was ready to burst, and the one overpowering emotion that hit me so hard, I wanted to cry tears of joy—I was so in love with him. I didn’t care how painful my first time might be. I didn’t care about anything but him and me and how we could make each other feel. I wanted us to feel something other than pain over losing a loved one.

I couldn’t quite explain the feeling, except that it felt like my body was on fire, and at the same time, I was soaring… similar to catching some air on my skateboard, only multiplied by a million.

My breathing was labored. The need to scream was so strong, I thought I would burst, and I did when the overpowering sensation of my orgasm made me cry his name.

Colton crawled up my body, grinning. “Are you good?”

“Can we do that again?”

He chuckled. “As much as you want.”

My hand seated on his erection. “What do you want?” I squeezed.

His eyes rolled back in his head before he tickled his lips over mine. “I want to be your everything, Skyler.”

My heart bloomed like a budding flower on a spring day. I wanted to cry at the sheer love that was growing between us, at the guy who I had no doubt I would marry one day.

I started to unbuckle his belt until he hopped up. He watched me as he stripped down to nothing but his boxer briefs. Then he removed a condom from his wallet and placed it on the nightstand.

I took comfort that he had thought about protection, because I hadn’t been thinking of anything but him. “Colton.” I swallowed my nerves, which hit me out of nowhere. “You should know this is my first time.”

He resumed his position in-between my legs. “We don’t have to—”

I mashed my forefinger to his mouth. “Shh. I want to more than anything.”

He leaned down, and his hair fell around us, the ends grazing the skin on my cheeks. “I’ll be gentle.”

“I know,” I whispered. I latched onto the waistband of his briefs, urging him forward.

He gave me a sexy grin before he stood.

I closed my eyes only because I was afraid if I looked, I might chicken out. I knew he was big just from those times I’d seen his erection through the fabric of his clothes. The sound of the condom wrapper tearing made me flinch. I imagined if a mirror was plastered to the ceiling, I would see myself stiff like a corpse.

The mattress dipped, and my pulse quickened to breakneck speed. Mia had told Georgia and me the first time hurt, but only for a minute. This is it. I was about to lose my virginity. But that thought was swept away when Colton’s voice was in my ear.

“Relax, beautiful.”

My eyes popped open. “Is it that obvious?”

“It’s okay.” He entered me a little then stopped. “Open your legs wider.”

I obeyed. He seemed to have done this before with a girl who still had her virtue intact.

He pushed in farther, then stilled again. “Tell me if it hurts. I’ll stop.” He lifted up, hovering over me, watching me intently.

I bit my lip. I didn’t feel much except fullness so far. “Keep going.”

Gently, he thrust in again.

I winced.

He dragged the backs of his fingers over my cheek. “Breathe, baby.”

I blew out a breath. “Keep going.” Mia was right. It was painful, but not as much as I’d thought.

When he was fully seated inside me, he stopped again, seeming like he was in pain.

“Are you okay?”

He blinked once. “You feel fucking amazing. I need a minute, though.”

I wanted to tell him to take all the time in the world, but my body had other plans when I squeezed around him.

He grunted. “Fuck, Skyler. I’m not going to last.”

“Then let go.” I didn’t care if more pain was on the horizon, I wanted to see his emotions. I wanted to see how I could pleasure him like he had me only minutes earlier.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he said.

Once I did, he began to rock in and out. My body naturally followed his.

“Tell me if it still hurts.”

“Just a little, but don’t stop.” Mia had said to work through it, and the more he thrust into me, the less pain I felt, and when we got into a slow rhythm, I was on a new plane of emotions.

I’d thought the pleasure from his tongue was out-of-this-world amazing, but I was wrong. The feel of him inside me, listening to his moans, the weight of him on me, him suckling on my neck and nibbling on my ear as he took me to heights that I didn’t want to end… it blew me away.

I latched onto his waist, digging my nails in. He picked up speed, and I followed suit.

“You okay?” he barely asked, his breathing increasing.

“Perfect.” And I was.

That one-word statement was all he needed. He rocked faster and faster, sweat beading on him and me. Then he slowed, and without breaking our connection, sucked one nipple, then the other.

I moaned, rocking my hips, needing the friction. “Faster, Colton.”

He obliged, and that control he’d said he would lose came front and