Read Part 1 here.

Chapter 2

Kristie could feel the warmth of his body through the thin fabric of her sundress, the way his strong chest rose and fell with each breath. Kristie’s hands explored the familiar terrain of his shoulders and chest through his cotton button-down shirt, feeling the tension of his muscles ease under her fingertips. Colt’s touch was careful, as if he was savoring every moment, every inch of her that he caressed.

As they kissed, Colt’s hand wandered over the soft fabric of her dress. He noticed how delicate it was, how it seemed to barely cling to her body. His fingers slid up her side to the thin strap on her shoulder. With a gentle tug, he slipped it off, exposing the smooth curve of her collarbone. Kristie’s breath caught in her throat, her heart racing as she felt the cool air brush against her now-bare shoulder.

Colt paused for a moment, his gaze locked on her exposed skin. There was something about the way the soft light played off her bare shoulder that made her look ethereal. He couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the sight, taking in the way the lace of her sundress contrasted with the smooth, warm skin beneath it.

As their lips met again, Colt’s hand moved over her skin, his fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path along her collarbone. The touch sent shivers down Kristie’s spine, a delicious sensation that made her press closer to him. He continued to caress her, his fingertips grazing the sensitive skin of her neck before trailing down her arm. His hand moved reverently as if he were committing every curve, every line of her body to memory.

Kristie sighed softly into the kiss, relishing the warmth of his embrace. The feel of his strong hands against her flesh was both comforting and exhilarating. She loved how he touched her, how he made her feel cherished and adored. Every stroke of his fingers, every brush of his lips, was a sign of just how obsessed he was with her.

As Colt’s lips moved to traced the curve of her neck, she tilted her head slightly, giving him better access. His kisses were like a slow burn, igniting a warmth that spread through her entire body. He moved his hand down her arm, feeling the smoothness of her skin under his fingertips. Her dress slipped further down her chest, exposing more of her cleavage, which rose and fell with each breath she took, and he quickly realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra. The realization sparked a deeper heat within him.

Colt’s hand lingered a the path from her collarbone to the base of her neck. He felt the slight tremble in her body, the way she responded to his touch with excitement. It was a feeling he never tired of, the way Kristie seemed to come alive in his arms, her body attuned to his every move.

Kristie closed her eyes, letting herself get lost in the sensations. The way Colt’s hands moved over her skin, the heat of his body pressed against hers, the taste of his lips—all of it combined to create a moment of pure intimacy, a connection that went beyond just the physical. She felt completely at ease with him, completely loved.

As the fabric of her dress continued to slide down, Colt’s gaze followed the exposed skin, his breath hitching slightly at the sight of her perky breasts spilling out. He couldn’t resist sliding his hand down, gently but firmly, over her flushed skin to the swell of her breast. The sensation sent another wave of heat through Kristie’s body, her breath quickening in response. She relished in it, letting herself be completely enveloped by his warmth, his affection.

Colt's hands roamed with a pulsing hunger, tracing the curves of Kristie's body. He explored her breasts, caressing her mounds with a gentle yet firm pressure, his palms cupping and squeezing her supple flesh, his touch possessive.

His thumb grazed her hardened nipples, which had become prominently erect. Each contact with his thumb sent a jolt of electric pleasure through Kristie, her breaths coming in quick, sharp bursts. He felt their responsive firmness as he circled around them, his touch light yet deliberate. Each movement elicited sharp, excited breaths from Kristie, her chest rising and falling as she struggled for breath in the swirling sea of ecstasy. The tingling sensations spread through her body, her mind a whirl of pleasure and anticipation.

Kristie’s eyes fluttered closed, savoring the way his touch awakened every nerve ending, pulsing with the intensity of her arousal. "Yes, Colt," she whispered, her voice trembling with both longing. "Please touch me."

Kristie reveled in the way she shared her body with Colt, a gift she gave willingly and with love. There was something deeply fulfilling about letting him touch her however he desired. The warmth of his body against hers made her feel safe, yet it also made her heart race, opening her up in ways that she would never do with anyone else. In those moments, she felt like she was giving him not just her body, but her entire self, knowing he would always hold her with love and care.

She felt Colt's intense gaze pierce through her as he watched every reaction eliciting from her body, his own desire growing with every soft gasp and quiver. She felt his touch continued its exploration, moving with a sensual purpose as he let his hand slide down from her chest to her soft, trembling thighs. His fingers brushed over her skin, feeling its warmth and silkiness. The hem of her sundress slipped further up her legs, revealing more to his hungry eyes. She felt his hand move slowly upward, his fingers grazing her inner thighs, the heat of his skin increasing her arousal.

As Colt trailed his hand to her pelvis, the fabric of her dress provided only the faintest barrier, he could feel the heat radiating from her core. Then he realized another thing, and a teasing smile curved his lips. "You’re not wearing any panties either," he remarked, his voice a husky murmur. "Naughty girl."

As those words reached her reddening ears, Kristie let out an involuntary moan. Her eyes are still fluttered shut, head tilted back, and arms wrapped around his strong neck and shoulders.

He inched closer to her heated sex, his fingers teasing her, feeling the damp warmth that met his touch. Each stroke was deliberate, his fingers exploring her delicate folds. She reacted immediately, her body arching slightly towards his touch, her breaths coming in quick, shallow bursts. The sensation of his fingers against her most intimate place was electrifying, each caress drawing a soft, involuntary moan from her lips.

"You feel so good," she gasped, her voice filled with a desperate longing. Her hands clung to his shoulders, seeking grounding amidst the swirling sensations. "I need you. Please, don't stop."

Colt's eyes darkened with desire as he continued to caress her, his touch growing firmer and more possessive. He could feel her warmth and the way her body responded eagerly to every stroke. His fingers danced over the contours of her sex with a tender yet insistent touch. The contrast between his warm, roughened hands and her soft, sensitive skin created a delightful friction that made her gasp and shudder.

"You're so perfect, Kristie," Colt murmured, his voice a low growl. "I can't get enough of you."

She opened her eyes gazed at him adoringly. "I'm your reward...for everything you do...for working so hard," she whispered between gasps. "My body...my pleasure...is my gift to you."

Colt responded by leaning in and crushing his lips against her neck, kissing, nibbling, and occasionally leaving soft bite marks on her soft skin. Kristie’s head fell back, her eyes closing again as she allowed herself to be completely enveloped by his ravishment. She felt as though she were floating on a cloud of sensation, lost in the sweetness of his love and the overwhelming pleasure of his hands. "You make me feel so amazing," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "I’m yours. Every part of me is yours."

The room seemed to shrink around them, leaving only the two of them and the intoxicating rhythm of their mutual pleasure. Kristie’s body was a canvas of reactions to his touch. She opened her eyes once more to meet his gaze. His hand stilled for a moment as he leaned in to capture her lips once more in a kiss that was both tender and passionate.

"Do you want me to make you feel good?" Kristie whispered against his lips, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Her lover looked deeply into her eyes, searching for her utmost devotion, and finding it. "Yes," he replied softly.

Kristie shifted off the couch and sank gracefully to her knees, her eyes fixed on his as she began to unfasten his belt. The leather made a soft, swishing whipping sound as she pulled it free from its loops. The belt fell to the floor with a muted thud, and her fingers moved with purpose, her touch light but deliberate as she undid the button of his trousers and drew the zipper down slowly.

With the fabric now open, she reached inside, her hand grazing the firm, warm length of his erection through his underwear. Her breath hitched slightly, feeling the heat radiating from him. Oh, it was burning, emanating his masculinity and primal strength.

Slowly, she eased the waistband down, her fingers brushing the sensitive skin as she revealed him completely. The sight of him, hard and straining with need, filled her with an urge to part her lips and envelop him. His throbbing manhood needed her feminine embrace, as much as she needed his.

Kristie’s lips parted as she leaned in, her breath warm and teasing against his head. She pressed the softest of kisses to the tip of his erection, her tongue flicking out to taste the pre-cum that glistened there. She took her time, savoring the moment, her touch gentle and loving. Her fingers encircled him with a delicate yet firm grip, her thumb running along the smooth underside with a practiced caress.

As she took him into her mouth, she did so with a deliberate, loving rhythm. Her lips closed around him, the warmth and wetness of her mouth enveloping him in a heated embrace. She began with gentle, exploratory strokes, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head as she drew him deeper. The sensation of him filling her mouth, the way his strength pulsed with each flick of her tongue, was intoxicating.

Colt’s gaze was fixed on her. He watched as Kristie moved with painstaking care, her lips sliding along his shaft, her cheeks hollowing with each slow, deliberate pull. The sight of her, on her knees and devotedly attending him, stirred a deep satisfaction within him. His hands found their way to her hair, his fingers tangling gently in her chocolate-brown locks as he guided her.

Kristie’s mouth worked skillfully, her movements gradually taking him deeper. Each inch she took was met with a soft, appreciative moan from Colt, his head tilting back, enraptured. She could feel the way he grew thicker and harder in her mouth, his texture and warmth sending shivers of delight through her.

“Kristie,” Colt murmured, his voice rough with emotion. “That feels so good.”

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with both affection and a deep, almost overwhelming desire. “It's what you deserve after a long day,” she whispered, full of longing. “I want you to feel everything.”

As she continued to take him deeper, her movements became more confident, each stroke a testament to her devotion and desire to please. The room filled with the mingling sounds of their breaths and the gentle, rhythmic motions of Kristie’s mouth. Colt’s eyes remained fixed on her, his gaze full of awe and tenderness.

“You’re incredible,” Colt said, his voice trembling slightly. "I love you."

For a moment, Kristie pulled her head back with a gently smile, a string of saliva and precum dangling between her chin and his erection. “I love you too,” she sighed, her eyes shining with passion. "I'm here for you...for anything you want."

Then she took him deeper still, her dedication evident in every caress, every suck, every loving stroke. Colt’s breaths grew heavier. Her lips, warm and soft, slid along his length with increasing assertiveness. She moved with a graceful rhythm, her head bobbing as she took him in her throat, stretching to accommodate him. She could feel every subtle shift, every twitch of his body, as she continued to explore him with tender precision.

The way Kristie’s eyes fluttered closed, her lashes brushing against her cheeks, the way her warm breath felt against his skin, the way she responded to every moan and twitch of his muscles—it was mesmerizing.

"Kristie," Colt murmured her name thickly.

Her response was a soft, muffled moan around his shaft, her mouth moving with complete commitment to his pleasure. It drove him wild. As she continued, she raised her eyes to meet his.

The look of delight on her face and the adoration in her eyes made Colt's heart swell. He could see the way she was lost in this act of selfless giving. "You’re perfect," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "I’m so lucky to have you."

A moment later, Colt’s desire surged with an intensity that could no longer be contained. With an urgent need, he lifted Kristie’s body, his hands guiding her as he fluidly transitioned her onto the plush couch.

As he lowered her onto her back, he gazed down at her admiringly, observing how her sundress bunched around her hips, exposing her bare thighs and the delicate curve of her pelvis. His fingers brushed over her exposed skin, his touch a gentle caress that sent shivers of anticipation through her.

His hands moved with a practiced ease as he spread her legs. He pulled her dress up further, revealing her most intimate anatomy. The warmth of her skin, the sight of her glistening arousal reddening her mound, and the way her body responded to his every touch filled him with a deep, consuming desire.