I took the initiative, and suddenly, Colin seemed bashful.
His face flushed in an instant, his gaze darting away as if looking for an escape.
"Look at me..." I pressed my forehead against Colin's, resuming the kiss we had started.
He tried to take control, but I quickly wrapped his shirt around his arms from behind, effectively tying his hands.
"Who... who taught you this?" Colin's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red as he stuttered, his presence imposing despite his flustered state.
"The internet," I replied honestly.
"Maybe you should steer clear of... certain websites," Colin coughed lightly, seemingly impressed yet concerned about my learning capabilities.
"Hold on..." As my fingers grazed his waist, Colin, trying to suppress his desire, spoke again, his voice husky. "Top drawer... condoms."
My eyes narrowed as I tightened my grip around Colin's neck. "Why's your man cave stocked with condoms?"
He better have a good explanation.
Colin's eyes avoided mine once more. "Thought... about keeping you here."
I knew it. He'd been plotting all along to keep me locked away in a basement, for moments like these!!
"It's... it's all above board," Colin muttered under his breath.
"Even spouses can't imprison each other without consent..." I chuckled softly, deliberately rubbing against him to tease.
Colin's breath grew hotter, his restraint evident. "Beg me..."
He was afraid I'd actually ask him to lock me up.
As long as it's consensual, everything's legal.
I leaned in for another kiss. "Colin... help me forget, even if it's just for a little while."
"Okay..."
Somehow, he managed to free his hands and flipped me beneath him, his kisses becoming more intense and desperate.
"Colin..."
Calling out his name felt like a temporary escape from it all.
Only in moments like these could I focus solely on us, without overthinking or doubting anyone else.
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