My body screams at me to step it up a notch, but I ignore it.
Freya has spent years dealing with a man who is clearly only out for himself and his own gains. I want to prove to her that I am not him. That the most important thing to me is her.
When I eventually pull back, her eyes are dark and her lips are swollen.
“Cole,” she whispers, her hands sliding over my shoulders and down my chest.
My cock jerks in excitement that she might allow them to descend that low. It won’t happen; I’ll stop her before she gets close.
Just because she’s already had two tonight, it doesn’t mean she owes me one before she gets any more. That’s not how I work. That’s not how anyone should work.
My fingers wrap around her slim wrists, stopping her movements when her hands are splayed on my ribs.
“W-what?” she stutters.
“I’m worshipping you, remember?”
“I-I know. But I?—”
“Trust me, there will be time for you to do whatever you want, baby. But right now, it’s about you,” I insist as I drag my pointer finger across her full bottom lip. “Still trust me?”
She nods, and my fingers hook beneath the straps of her dress. As I pull them down, my lips trail kisses over the newly exposed skin of her left shoulder.
She shudders at the light tickle of contact, and I smile when goose bumps erupt down her arm.
Understanding what I want, Freya lowers her arms to her sides, and the second I let go of the fabric, it floats to the floor around her feet.
My breath catches in my throat as I stare at her standing before me in just a tiny pair of black panties.
Her tiny hands make fists at her hips, telling me that she’s desperate to cover herself.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Freya,” I say, forcing my eyes to hold hers so she can see the sincerity in them.
They still glitter with moisture, but she’s with me.
“I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you.”
She swallows thickly as she reaches for me.
I flinch when her warm palm wraps around my waist.
“Then take me,” she says with a little more confidence.
Wrapping my arm around her back, I press her against me, loving the feeling of having nothing between us.
My lips find hers again, and I kiss her as I lower her back to the bed. Pushing my knee between her legs, I shuffle between them and settle.
She whimpers into my mouth as my hands begin to roam.
I start at her hips before dipping into her waist, bumping over her ribs, and then finally cupping her breasts.
“Oh god,” she gasps as I squeeze her gently.
“That good, baby?”
She nods as she looks down at my giant, calloused hand on her delicate skin.
Her breasts are on the smaller side, but they’re perfect. Everything I could ask for.
