“You’regood. You’ve always been good.”
As I lifted my gaze, my eyes caught on the wet trail of a tear slipping down his cheek. “Show me.”
Show me.
I didn’t knowhowto show him. I didn’t know what I was doing at all, but even as he made the demand, his fingers found my hair again and he pulled me forward.
This time, it was Cole who opened up to me, parting his lips and inviting me in with a gentle flick of his tongue. For all my inexperience, he seemed willing to guide me with a simple touch, with his arms wrapping around me and shifting our bodies so I was slotted perfectly on top of him. He settled, shivering at the feel of my weight, his fingers clenching until nails bit into the back of my shirt and tugged.
“Off,” he demanded, pulling at my sweater again. I shifted back long enough to yank it over my head, and when I dropped back down and felt the warmth of his bare chest pressing against mine, the groan that tore from me was obscene.
It was just a touch—a gentle brush of skin on skin. I didn’t think Cole realized I could have lived the rest of eternity enraptured by the feel of just that and found contentment. He was pulling me forward, though, pressing his mouth to mine again, and using his fingers in my hair like a guideline to move my head lower.
I remembered the lake, the way he’d pressed open-mouthed kisses against my throat, my collarbone… how good the soft pressure of his teeth and the warm heat of his tongue had felt on my skin.
I could do that.
Iwantedto give that to him. I’d been so caught up in the sensation of him then that I’d been powerless to do anything but let himmove.
But now…
Now we were safe—we were here. It felt like we had all the time in the world.
My tongue ran a slow line up the column of his neck, and the groan of appreciation that nearly purred from Cole’s chest told me I was on the right track. His fingers in my hair clenched tighter, and he shifted my head again. I felt like a tool, a toy, something made just to bring him pleasure… and I was drunk on the feel of it as he brought my head higher so I could carefully suck against his jaw, biting down when he pressed harder.
This was all I wanted to be—his to use. A creature made to exist within the realm of his pleasure and demand.
My tongue darted out as he pushed me lower, and I sucked the hard pebble of his nipple between my lips, gently biting withmy teeth until his upper body arched off the bed and I felt how hard he was.
A trail of kisses led me to the other side of his chest and I repeated the attention until Cole let out a desperate sound and tugged my hair again.
Lower.
He wanted me to go lower.
He had to let me go as I dipped to the waistband of his jeans in a soft line of kisses, because I shifted up to trail the pad of my thumb across the fabric. I glanced up at him through a cloud of dark hair, and the way he stared down at me through heavy-lidded eyes with little red marks sucked all along his skin in evidence of what I’d been doing was…
It was sinful.
If there really was a hell, I’d bought a one-way ticket for corrupting an angel.
I hesitated for another second, and Cole’s fingers found the button of his jeans and shoved them down. I helped him pull the rest of his clothes off, tossing them on top of his shirt, and then froze.
He was naked beneath me, and I was caught up again in how gorgeous he was—how perfect. Every line, every scar, every freckle that painted his skin. I must have stared for too long, because he raised one leg and knocked into me with his knee.
“You too. I’m not doing this alone.” I leaned back long enough to strip out of the rest of my clothes, and when I came back to the bed, Cole caught me before I crawled past his hips. “What do you want to do right now, Sephtis?”
He asked, but it wasn’t really a fair question. He’d stopped me nestled between his thighs, with his thick cock spilling up and leaking precum against his lean waist.
Maybe I didn’t know what I was doing, but maybe that was okay. Worship didn’t have to be perfect—it just had to be givenwillingly.
And, oh… I was willing to bow down at the altar of his body and give him my very soul.
I dropped a soft kiss to the jut of his hip and then tentatively lolled my tongue out, running it along his balls. He still smelled sweet, fresh like the soap we’d used in the shower… but beneath that, I could taste his warm, clean skin. As I dragged my tongue upward, the flavor of salt flooded my mouth. It was sloppy when I took him by his shaft and sucked his tip between my lips… eager when I let my tongue explore the shape of him while I got used to the feeling.
His fingers clenched in the blanket beside me, giving me free rein to figure out exactly what pace I could take, how much of him I could swallow around. I gagged, and it made his hips rock up. I didn’t mind the feeling—my throat clenching, my eyes springing wet with tears.
I didn’t mind anything when another low groan tore from his lips, and I swallowed reflexively around him. My tongue was desperate to memorize the feeling of the vein that ran along the underside of his cock, my hands tracing the length of his thighs to urge him up, to move, to flex into me. It didn’t matter whether I could take it—for him, Iwouldtake it.
