My hands fist in his hair. My thighs tremble on either side of his head. I’ve never felt anything like this focused attention, deliberate care, and overwhelming pleasure.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “Don’t hold back.”
The climax hits, and I cry out as pleasure crashes through me in waves. He doesn’t stop but gentles his touch, drawing it out, prolonging every aftershock until I’m boneless and gasping.
He presses a kiss to my inner thigh. “Beautiful.”
Cole moves back up my body, pressing kisses along my skin. When he reaches my mouth, I taste myself on his lips.
“You okay?” he asks.
“More than okay.” My voice is shaky. “That was...”
“Just the beginning.” He reaches for the nightstand and pulls out a condom. Tears it open and rolls it on.
“How do you want me?” he asks.
“I… what?”
“You’re in charge tonight. Tell me what you want.”
Heat floods my face, but I don’t look away. “I want…” I gather courage. “I want to be on top. Want to watch you. Want to see your face when I take you.”
His eyes flare, pupils blown wide. “Yeah. Take what you need, baby. Take everything.”
He lies back, and I straddle him, my hands braced on his chest. He grips my hips, his thumbs stroking circles on my skin.
I reach between us and position him at my entrance. Then I sink down slowly.
The stretch is even more intense than before and overwhelming in the best way. I pause, adjusting to take him inch by inch, feeling every ridge, every pulse, the heat of him filling me completely.
His eyes squeeze shut, his throat working as he fights for control. “Holly?—”
“Look at me.”
He does, and the intensity in his gaze steals my breath. Raw need, barely controlled desire, and something deeper that makes my chest ache.
When I’m fully seated, we both stop. His hands grip my hips. My thighs tremble from the effort of staying still. The fullness is almost too much.
“Move,” he grits out. “Please, baby. I need you to move.”
I lift slowly, pulling almost all the way off, then sink back down. The drag of him inside me, the friction and the angle sparks pleasure up my spine.
I do it again and again. Finding a rhythm that works, learning what makes him groan and what makes his fingers dig into my flesh.
I pick up the pace, chasing the sensation. His body fills me deep at this angle, stretching me, making me feel claimed from the inside out. My hands brace on his chest for leverage, nails digging into muscle as I ride him harder.
“That’s it.” His hands grip my hips tighter, guiding me. “Take what you need.”
I do.
“You feel so good,” he grits out. “Made for me.”
“Yours.” I gasp. “Only yours.”
His thumb finds my clit and circles with the perfect pressure. “Come for me, baby. I want to feel you.”
I cry out his name, clenching around him.
