Free Sorrow's Muse by Shyla Colt

they headed out to the living room. They were halfway
through Sweet Home Alabama when she slipped his arm around her shoulder.
She turned her head to inhale the delicious scent that wafted off him. The
warmth of his body heated her flesh and woke her desire. Colette leaned in and
nipped at his ear. Her nipples hardened against the rough lace of her bra. He
moaned, a deep, guttural sound that went straight to her core. The pressure
built and she sucked the fleshy bottom of his ear into her mouth.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Making out—less talking,
more kissing.” She blazed a trail of kisses down his neck, spanning his chest
with her hand as she admired his sleek build.
    He turned his head and
captured her lips. Their tongues clashed.
    A pleased purr rumbled in
her chest. Colette rose onto her knees and climbed into his lap, placing one
leg on either side of his body. His cock pushed up against her in greeting,
tempting her eager fingers. Her white skirt with a pastel flower scene flowed
around them. She placed her hands on his shoulders and rocked forward, then
backward, in a slow motion that pressed him against her engorged clit at just
the right angle. His cock twitched, elongated and swelled. God, he’s thick! She
needed more contact. “Touch me, Jay.” The nickname rolled off her tongue.
    His breath caressed her
neck as he leaned in to place tiny kisses on her pulse point and massage her
lush mounds. “Like this?”
    “Yes!” The feel of his
hands moving over her was exquisite. He explored her with slow, thorough
sweeps. His long, artistic fingers pinched her nipples, rolling them as he
continued to grind up into her.
    “You’re so wet, Col. I
can feel you through my pants. You like what I’m doing to you, don’t you?”
    “Yes,” she whimpered.
    He gripped her hips and
swiveled in a circle. “How about this?”
    Moisture flooded her
panties, warm and sticky. Her breath came in pants as she edged closer and
closer to the edge. So much for being the seducer. He might be slow to
start, but when he did, he brought his A game. Her body trembled as he pushed
her closer to her peak. “I’m so close, Julian.”
    “Let go, baby. Let me
give you this,” he whispered against her lips. He lined his length up with her
cleft, surged forward once, twice and she exploded.
    Her eyes clenched shut.
She cried out and clutched her skirt as waves of pleasure washed over her.
Spent, she slumped against his shoulder as she came down from her high. All
this from no skin-to-skin contact!
    Instead of sating her
lust, it’d ramped it up higher. “I was supposed to be seducing you,” she
whispered, her face on his shoulder.
    “You succeeded. Watching
you come apart in my arms, knowing I’m the cause, is satisfying to me.” He
placed a sweet kiss on her forehead.
    In that sweet kiss, she
fell just a bit more in love with him. She wanted to move forward in their
relationship, bring him pleasure the same way he’d given to her so selflessly.
Colette ran her fingers over the soft material of his shirt and peered up into
his eyes. “I want to make you feel good too.”
    “You don’t have to do
that—”
    “Shh, I want to.” She
scooted off his legs and knelt in front of him on the couch. His eyes were wide
and his body shook as she unbuttoned the top of his pants and pulled the zipper
down millimeter by millimeter, giving him plenty of time to call a halt to her
progress. “I’ve dreamed about touching you, tasting you, for so long now it’s
become an obsession.” She peered up to make eye contact.
    His muscles were tense.
His eyes were filled with worry and an expectation of disappointment that made
her almost sick to her stomach. He is beautiful, damn it! She wanted him
to realize it. “The man who didn’t know I was alive, the hints I dropped none
too covertly. It’s always been you, Julian.”
    “Me—but why?”
    She gave him a gentle
smile. “Because you ask questions like that, which make you even