“I just want to savor this moment,” he said.
“Oh, fucking get to it!”
I tossed my head back. I heard him snicker.
And then he touched me.
It was such a light touch, like his tongue had just barely brushed over me. It was enough that I might have wondered if I had imagined it. But I most certainly had not.
The gentle tickle that went through my body emerged as a soft groan. I wasn’t sure what I had expected, but a soft, slow touch from Cole was not it. I’d expected something more ferocious, faster, more ravaging.
And yet, there was something about the sensual dance around my clit that made every lick, every press, and every penetration of a finger feel that much more intense. No motion was wasted or lost; I could feel everything that he did to what had to be the fullest extent possible.
“Oh, fuck,” I muttered, running my hands through his hair. “That feels so good, Cole.”
My hips started to shake involuntarily at the mere touch of his tongue; my body was not my own anymore. I was merely along for this slow but sexual ride to the destination of orgasm.
I wondered what that would feel like. I’d made myself climax with my own touch, but this was already, in some ways, well past anything like that. Nothing that I could do to myself could match what Cole was doing to me. I just knew—
I started to feel something swell. I didn’t need experience to know what it was.
I was going to come.
I was so enthralled that he’d skillfully and artfully brought me to climax. It was beautiful and erotic... and now I couldn’t think straight.
“Oh, Cole, yes, please, so close, I’m almost there.”
It was like a switch got thrown on because the pace picked up. Cole knew what he was doing. He got me closer and closer. I bit my lip. I squeezed my thighs around him.
“Oh!”
The orgasm crashed through my body, pulsing warmth that reached all the way to my toes. My body tensed with the kind of incredible rush that I’d never felt before. This was…
Oh my God.
This was indescribable.
This was perfect.
This was... this was because of him.
And then it became too much. I had to gently push him away.
But my God.
Cole did this.
I wanted this man.
“Wow,” I said, reduced to sounding like a blabbering idiot. “That was fucking incredible.”
“Glad you liked it,” he said, wiping his mouth with his forearm.
“I’ve just got one question,” I said, looking him up and down.
He was mine. He was all mine.
“Why do you still have pants on?”
