In Another Life

137 MATURE

THIS CHAPTER IS VERY MATURE WITH STRONG SEXUAL THEMES. IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THOSE SORTS OF THINGS, DO NOT READ IT AND THEN COMPLAIN ABOUT IT AFTERWARDS. IF YOU ARE INNOCENT OR TOO YOUNG, DO NOT READ IT. IF YOU DO SO ANYWAYS, I DON'T WANT TO KNOW. IT'S NOT MY JOB TO MAKE SURE THAT YOUNG CHILDREN DO NOT READ THIS, BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN THAT I WANT TO KNOW THAT I HAVE CORRUPTED SOME YOUNG MIND. COLBY AND TERRA ARE BOTH ADULTS AND OF A COMFORTABLE AGE FOR SEX. DON'T LET THIS TURN YOU INTO A HOE, BC SEX ISN'T ALL IT'S CRACKED UP TO BE UNTIL YOU'RE OLDER. THAT BEING SAID...I'VE DONE MY PUBLIC SERVICE SO ENJOY

I twisted my rings nervously, as I waited for him to open the door to the new room. He did, swinging the door wide, then looked at me, his eyes blazing again. He held his arm out, motioning for me to walk inside before him. I took a few steps inside the room, and surveyed my surroundings. The room was the same as Denise and I's. One bedroom, thick white comforter on the soft bed, adjoining bathroom, dresser, and television on the same wall. I cleared my throat, and walked past the little chairs, straight for the bed. That's where we were going to end up anyway. I already knew and my skin was tingling with anticipation for his touch. He closed and locked the door, then turned and looked at me nervously. It had been a while since we had done this, and I think both of us were anticipating it far too greatly. He came and sat down next to me on the bed, wrapping his arms around me to pull me to him in a tight hug. "I'm going to miss you so much Terra," he whispered against my hair. I blinked back the tears and then pulled away, staring into his own glassy eyes. I shook my head. "No talking," I whispered back, then pressed my lips hard against his own. There would be no sadness right now. I didn't want to think about tomorrow or the pain it was going to bring me. Right now was all that mattered. Being with him, and spending the last night that we would have together for a while. Because this wasn't the end. I wouldn't let it be. His arms tightened around me again, for just a moment, before he broke the kiss, then stood up. He stripped himself of his jacket and shirt, letting me see how much he's been working on his body. He wasn't soft anymore, and that made me kind of sad. I knew he struggled with self image, when honestly I had never seen anything wrong with him. Right now, I admired the dips and curves against the strong lines of his taut abdomen, the definition of his arms and his chest. Oh my, he had definitely been working out a lot. He held his hand out to me and I took it, standing slowly. He stripped me of the light sweater that I had on, tossing it to the dresser, before latching his lips onto my neck, kissing and sucking down to my collarbone. I moaned a little, enjoying the sensation as my fingers dug into the skin of his arms. His hands came up and trailed down my shoulders to my forearms before he brought them above my head, making them stay there while he pulled my shirt over my head. I was very glad that I had chosen to only bring pretty matching underwear with me. His eyes roamed over my body, taking in the sheer, black lace bra that I had on. Instead of feeling self conscious this time, I felt empowered when he sucked in a breath and his eyes literally ate up every ounce of skin they could. "My beautiful girl," he whispered, before gathering me back in his arms, and feasting his lips on my exposed skin. I sighed and let my head fall back, feeling his lips on my neck, then my collarbone before he went down even further. His tongue traced a trail down the valley in between my breasts before twirling around my nipple through the fabric of my bra. I sucked in my own breath at the sensation, and looked down at him, watching him devour me. His face was one of pure ecstacy, like there was nowhere else he'd rather be, no one else he'd rather be with. I felt my heart clench, telling me that I was totally in love with him, but I pushed it away. That knowledge would only make me cry right now and now wasn't the time. I trailed my hands up his arms, to the back of his head and buried my fingers into his thick dark hair. The blue was there, but not as vivid this time. When his teeth came down on my nipple, I gasped and tightened my grip in his hair, pulling. He groaned against my skin, sending vibrations through my already sensitive peak. He fell to his knees then, continued trailing his lips down my stomach, making my muscles clench and shiver. His skilled fingers undid the button my shorts, then he shoved them down my legs. He waited while I kicked my shoes off, then first lifted one leg, then the other, so that he could remove the shorts completely. He took in the view of my matching black lace panties, then looked up, meeting my gaze. A small smirk formed on his lips. He didn't say anything, but I could see the approval in his eyes. His lips connected with my skin again, then his wet tongue made a trail from my belly to above my panty line. He alternated between his lips and his tongue, swirling over the sensitive spots above my hips. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back once more when his hands came up my thighs, then gripped my ass hard. If he kept doing these things to my body, my legs weren't going to hold out much longer. I could already feel them getting weaker. Thankfully, I didn't need to worry about that. Colby stood back up, and rid himself of his shoes and pants. I let my eyes travel over his lean body, noticing that he really had lost some weight over the past few months. I wondered if that was from just him working out, or if there was an underlying meaning to it. He looked at me, a glint of mischievousness to his eyes. "Wha-?" I tried to ask, but was cut off as he picked me up, and tossed me onto the bed. I squealed as I bounced onto the mattress. In a matter of seconds, he was crawling on top of me, laughing. "You ass," I laughed out, smacking his hard chest. "You love it," he replied, still chuckling. I didn't answer, because I was pretty sure that he didn't want to hear me say that yes, I did love it. And I loved him. I would always love him. Instead, I reached up, and caught the back of his head, bringing his mouth down to meet mine. I lost myself in his kiss, in him. It was all tongue, teeth, and lips, fighting for a dominance that didn't matter in the end. In this moment, we belonged to each other. I felt his hand trail up and down my side, leaving an aching burn behind, before his fingers dipped inside my underwear. I gasped against his mouth as his fingers dipped into my folds, and teased my entrance. "You are so wet and ready for me baby girl," he whispered out, his voice sounding almost strangled, catching in his throat. I moaned a little at his words and shifted my legs beneath him. I felt like we should make this last and take it slow but I just didn't want that. Not right now. I needed him. It had been too long, and I was way too impatient at the moment. I scratched my nails down his back, earning a throaty growl from him, and an almost menacing look as his gaze met mine. I shivered but not from fear. From anticipation. He sank down on the bed, level with my heat and hooked his fingers into the sides of my panties. He kept his eyes locked on mine, as he drug them slowly down my legs. Agonizingly slow. I moved my legs trying to get him to hurry up, but he just chuckled softly, and took his time. I wanted to smack him. And kiss him. I don't know what I wanted, besides for him to hurry up. "Coolbbbyy," I whined out, when he finally freed me of the damned panties. "Yeah baby girl?" he asked, not looking at me now, instead watching his fingers as they trailed up my legs and closer to my heat. My breath caught again and I couldn't breathe for a second as his hand grazed over me. "Please," I whimpered out, not having one ounce of dignity left, giving it all to him, and begging for him to help me release this dreaded ache that was building inside of me. He looked up at me and caught his bottom lip with his teeth before narrowing his eyes a bit. Then he was back over me, attacking my mouth with a vengeance, moving from my lips to my neck, my ear, then back to my lips. It was so frantic, I let myself be overwhelmed with the need, and scraped my nails down his back. Hearing him groan only made that ache in my tummy swirl even more. I shifted my legs, feeling his bulge pressing against my thigh. I gasped as he rolled onto his side, taking me with him. His fingers quickly undid my bra and removed it, before rolling us over so that I was on top. "You want it so badly, take it," he grunted out, his voice raspy with need. I looked down, then back up at him through my lashes bashfully. He reached up and started to knead my breasts with most of his large hands palming them with equal force, showing the nipples extra attention. I swear I almost came just from that and the look in his eyes. "Take what you want Terra. Tonight, I'm yours," he said. The emotion coming from him almost had me tearing up again, but my other need was far stronger at the moment. I shifted lower on his lap and repeated his movement by hooking my fingers into his boxer briefs. I watched his length spring free and sucked in my breath. I would never, ever get over the fact that I was in this position with the Colby Brock. It still took my breath away and felt like a dream. I didn't take my time pulling his underwear the rest of the way down and off of him. He chuckled a little at my haste, but it faded as soon as I crawled back on top of him. I relished the sound of him sucking his breath in, as I gripped his length and trailed my fingers over every inch. "You're being cruel," he stuttered out, gripping the pillow above his head. I giggled a little, then leaned over him, putting him into my mouth as far as he would go. He let out a throaty groan that had me clenching my legs hard, as I bobbed my head up and down, letting my tongue swirl around him. "Oh shit," he gasped as I sucked his tip into my mouth, before letting it go with a popping sound. I looked up when I heard a rustling sound, and saw him offering the condom to me. I didn't waste any time ripping the top off and pulling slick latex out. After I rolled it down his length, and enjoyed the sound of his breathing hitching in his throat, I couldn't wait any longer. I positioned myself over him, and took his length in my hand, lining him up with my entrance. I sank down slowly, letting myself fill every inch of him fill me up completely. My breath caught again as the sensation overtook me. "Oh my God," he gasped as I sank completely down to the hilt. We both stay there for a moment, me trying to get used to the foreign, yet amazing, feeling of him filling me up, and him trying his best not to move. I could tell because I kept feeling his hips twitch just a little. Eventually, he groaned. "Baby girl, I'm trying here, but I need you to move. This is killing me."  So I did. I started moving, bracing myself with my hands on his chest, and then lifting almost completely off of him, before sinking back down, letting him fill me again. His hands found my hips and gripped me, lifting me faster, then slamming me back down onto him, making me gasp from the force. I didn't have control any longer, but I didn't care. I let him take it, handed it over freely even, and enjoyed what he gave me. Before long, he flipped me over again, letting himself be on top, never breaking our connection. He braced one arm up by my head, letting his fingers tangle in my hair, while his other gripped my hip again. The breath was knocked out of me with that first thrust, his hand pulling on my hair at the same time. He didn't give me a chance to breath, to catch up to him, just kept slamming into me at full force. I took it, everything he was giving me, I took it, until the air became filled with my moans, his grunts, and the sounds of our skin connecting. Sweat clung to his skin, as I dug my fingers into his shoulders, holding onto him for deal life, as I felt like I was about to experience some other worldly thing. His face was a mask of concentration and euphoria, as he slammed into me over and over again. As the fire continued to build in my belly, I watched the sweat roll down his forehead, his hair wet and dangling in his eyes. I thrust my own hips up to meet his, the fire now raging and needing to be sated. The force that he kept thrusting into me with was bound to leave a bruise but I didn't care. I was craving him, I needed him. His hand shot down in between us, his fingers finding my most sensitive spot, and started flicking it just as fast as he was thrusting into me. The pressure built inside of me, until I couldn't take it anymore. I broke. I screamed as the release found me, being prolonged as Colby continued to thrust into me, while I rode out my climax. My nerves screamed with me, the climax reaching every corner of my soul, as well as my body. I truly did belong to him. I felt him start to speed up, and get a little uneven with his strokes, as my limbs went slack. I gripped his hair tightly, and closed my legs around his waist, taking the brunt of his thrusts before he stiffened on top of me. He collapsed on top of me, both of our bodies drenched in sweat. We lay there a few moments, my hand in his hair, threading through it gently, while I thought of ways to make this work. Only none came to me. He eventually propped himself up over me, and leaned down to press his lips against mine gently. "That was amazing. You're amazing," he murmured against my lips. I didn't reply, because I was worried that would cry.