“You like that?” he asks, squeezing a little tighter, testing my limits.
“Yes,” I gasp. “God, yes.”
He slows just enough to make me crazy, holding my gaze. “Then come for me. Let me feel it.”
It’s not a command this time, just gentle encouragement. I obey, letting everything go and relaxing into the orgasm that takes over my body.
It hits hard and fast, a white-hot surge that rips through me, leaves me shaking and gasping his name like a prayer. He groans my name right back, driving deeper, harder, until his own rhythm breaks and he’s coming too, spilling into me with a deep, shuddering sound that makes my entire body clench again.
We’re both still wrapped around each other, trying to catch our breath. He rests his forehead against my chest, my hands tangled in his hair. I sigh, lifting his face so that he’s looking at me.
“That was the best groveling I’ve ever seen.”
His mouth curves into that slow, devastating grin. “If this is what forgiveness feels like, I plan on fucking up a lot more often.”
He leans his forehead against mine, both of us still trembling. And then he gives me that smile.
“What?” I ask, suddenly much more aware that I’m naked on my back with Cole Bristol still inside of me.
“Just didn’t imagine you’d enjoy a five-finger necklace.” He bites down on my shoulder gently, kissing it afterward.
“Oh.” I blush slightly but the way he’s trailing featherlight kisses over the skin of my throat has me completely shameless. “I didn’t know I would either,” I confess. “That was a first for me.”
“Hmm,” he murmurs against me neck. “First time squirting, first time getting choked a little. What other firsts can we explore?”
I laugh. “Are you planning on doing a whole sexual bucket list in my kitchen?”
His eyes flick to the bedroom door. “No, I’m planning on doing it in your bed. But first, this needs to go.”
Before I can reply, he’s lifting my hoodie over my head and tossing it to the floor. He doesn’t miss a beat as both of his hands cup my breasts, his tongue lavishing each nipple with praise, then sucking them into his mouth. Within seconds, my hands are in his hair again and my body is pulsing around him.
“Fuck,” he groans, feeling my body’s response. “I don’t want to pull out of you.”
He slides his hands under my thighs, lifting me off the counter. I yelp, arms flying around his neck, legs still useless from everything he just did to me, but I wrap them around his waist.
He carries me down the short hall, still hot, his chest still damp, his lips on mine. When we reach my room, he lays me down on my bed.
He crawls over me, slow and heavy, bracing on his forearms. “God, you look good here.”
“Here?” I tease, even though my voice is still unsteady. “You mean not bent in half on my back on the kitchen island?”
He grins and kisses me slower now. “You looked fucking delicious spread open for me on that counter,” he says against my mouth. “But seeing you writhing beneath me while I can look in your eyes is fucking heaven.”
His hands are everywhere again—up my sides, over my breasts, down my hips, like he can’t get enough and wants everything all at once. I can feel him hard, pressing against mythigh like his body has no intention of calling it a night. I roll my hips up to meet him and his breath stutters.
“Hailey,” he warns, even as he grabs my thigh and hooks it over his hip. “Let me take my time with you.”
My back arches when he turns his attention back to my breasts. “Ah, I have really sensitive nipples.”
“I know.” He smiles a satisfied grin, wrapping his lips around me. His other hand drops down between us, his two fingers dipping inside me again, stretching me. “Your body is so responsive, so wet.”
I grab his hand, forcing his fingers inside me deeper, harder. “I need to come again.”
He stills his movements, stopping me when I’m already so close. “You keep doing that, I’m not gonna be gentle.”
“Did I ask you to be?” I drag my nails down his back, loving the way the muscles jump under my touch. “You showed up at midnight to apologize with your mouth. You don’t get to go soft on me now.”
He lets out a low, filthy laugh. “You really do have a smart mouth. Maybe I should stuff it with something so you can’t smart off again.”
