His hand travels higher up my leg and I hiss. Letting go, he reaches into the cup holder. A remote-control clicks, the garage door lifts, and we drive inside. Ignition off, he jumps out, runs around the back, and opens my door. Large hands circle my waist and he drags my body along the length of his.
At first, his belt buckle digs into my abs. Before I can signal pain, the delicious sensation of his hard want rubs my sweet spot.
He’s a little too tall so I wrap my arms around his neck, hike myself up, and grind against him as I bring my lips to his. Groaning, he presses my back against the metal and lays claim to my mouth. A kiss should not make your body shake and your brain go numb but this is Cole, the leading man of all my fantasies.
My hands slide under his coat and I untuck his shirt. The silky muscled torso sends bolts of electricity between my legs. With his palms cupping my cheeks, he angles my face to take the kiss deeper and thrusts his tongue in and out.
His attention focuses on my jaw, my ear, and down my neck. Unzipping my jacket, he squeezes my breast. My hand moves to the back of his jeans and as I slip my hands inside, I squeeze his firm butt.
His stiff erection bulges against me. I lose my coat and pull both my shirts over my head in one tug. For a moment, I lament the lack of a lacy bra but as he soaks in the plain cotton, I change my mind. Even more so, when he bites the tips through the material. He doesn’t stop until they’re so pointed, they ache.
“Cole.” I unbuckle his belt, unlatch his jean’s top button, and lower his fly.
“Not in the garage. Wrap your legs around me.” Breathing heavy, his hands cup my behind and he lifts me.
We rush past the laundry room, down a hallway, and into a large bedroom where he lowers me down on the mattress. Kneeling on either side of my thighs, he reaches behind my back, stops, and returns to the small front clasp.
“How the fuck does this work?”
Laughing now, I help him out by twisting the plastic tabs and freeing my girls.
“Damn.” He stares with such adoration, my clit swells.
Then, leaning over, he devours one breast, and the other. He nips, sucks hard, and blows cool air while I moan and dig my nails into his thighs.
Pleased with his work, he shrugs off his thermal shirt and rubs his pecs over my sensitive nubs. When his mouth returns, our actions grow feverish. Unable to breathe, I turn my head, wondering if anyone ever died from lack of oxygen during sex.
“You sure?” His eyes, inky black with desire, meet mine.
Is he kidding?With my lady lips swollen and my boobs about to explode, an orgasm the size of Lake Champlain looms.
“Yeah. You?”
“Ay-yup.” He glides down my body and pulls off my boots while I wriggle my jeans past my ass.
Eye level with my damp undies, thumbs near my aching want, he spreads my thighs and kneels on the floor. He tightens my panties and rubs the fabric across my want until I push him away. Then, he drags the wet cloth down my legs, removes my socks, and kisses my arches.
How had he remembered how sensitive they are? With a thumb pressed into each foot, his eyes glisten as he butterflies my knees open and licks up my inner calf.
Lifting to my elbows, I dig my digits into the back of his head, and pull his mouth to mine.
“Dan.” A groan thrills me as he kicks off his boots and jeans.
“Wow.” I don’t recall him being so huge and suddenly I’m not sure my body can accommodate his monstrous manhood.
Smiling at my appreciation, he rolls on an extra-large condom, clutches my ankles, and heaves my ass to the edge of the bed.
On his knees, he spreads me wide, and plays the tip of his tongue around the perfect place until I blossom.
“Ah, ah.” Mindlessly, I toss my head back and forth on the pillow.
A finger inserts into me, he knuckles the zone, and I beg. “Cole.”
But he’s not done torturing me. He uses my juices to coat around my quivering spot. He caresses everyplace but the bullseye.
“P-Please.”
“I want to see you swell. Do it for me, babe.” At his sexy words, my muscles tense and my button begs for release.
