“Cole,” she moans every time I touch her just right, every time I kiss her. Every breathy moan she gives me, every needy whimper that begs for more, all of it gets under my skin, keeps me in our ecstasy bubble until we’re both naked.
“Please?” she asks softly. “I want you.”
“Do you?” she asks. “For more than a night?”
“Forever,” I say, then kiss her hard as my fingers work between her legs. Pleasing her is a gift. One I want to savor. She arches against me, her breasts rubbing against my chest as her lips part against mine.
“Cole, yes,” she whimpers. “so good.”
“You should enjoy every second, constantly, always. Enjoy it all,” I order before licking across her hard nipple.
Her answering moan feeds my lust. I want to be gentle, to show her how much I like her, appreciate her, want her here in my arms, but my emotions aren’t calm, I’m barely in control. I devour her, consume her pleasure, make her mine the way we both need. The promise of more, the promise of giving her everything she wants, needs, can handle, all of it.
“You’re so wet for me,” I groan.
She nods weakly. “Yes, yes. Please, Cole. I need you. Fill me.”
“You want my cock that badly?”
“Yes!” she yells just before she comes all over my fingers. I lick her wetness off them, then make my home between her thighs.
Every whimper that I earn from working my tongue around her clit. The way she trembles for me, tries to pull me closer and push me away at the same time drives me insane. I can’t imagine a life without this woman, but I can’t imagine giving her anything less than my best either.
“Cole. Cole!” her voice rises.
I shake my head and kiss up her body, surrendering the taste of her pussy so we’re not interrupted. I lick and kiss up her body until I reach her mouth. I devour her moans, the way she yells for me.
Then I roll us both so she’s on top with my dick rubbing over her wet pussy again and again.
“Ride me. I’ll keep you quiet in the best possible ways. I’ll take care of you. Ride me, sweetheart.”
She doesn’t hesitate, just adjusts on me, slides down every inch of my cock as her face heats, her hair sticks to her cheeks, and her nails tease the skin of my chest. She looks so fucking beautiful when she’s in ecstasy. She lifts her hips and comes down again, moaning softly.
I nod and grab her ass, guiding her as I lick and suck her tits. She’s the perfect size for me and I’d be happy to worship her endlessly, to lose myself in her, to fucking bathe in her pleasure like this forever.
“Help me, Cole. I want to make you come,” she pants.
That’s all the encouragement I need. I thrust into her on repeat, setting a pace she follows. I palm her tits, lick over them, fit my mouth to hers, give her everything within my power to give as I make sure to worship her. My hands move over her thighs, her hips, her back. She chants my name until I let hertaste herself off my fingers. She moans as she sucks them, bites them, uses them to silence herself until she comes apart for me.
I’m still hard and ready to go, hard for her, desperate for her. So I roll us over and we just keep going. As long as she wants more, that’s what I’m going to give her. My girl deserves everything. I’ll protect her, own her, prove that I meant everything I said and I had forever in mind when I fucking said it.
After she’s come three times for my cock, she lets out a soft sound. “Let me finish you with my mouth.”
“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” I promise.
She grins and kisses down my body, taking her time. It’s slow and gentle. She licks my cock slowly, from base to tip, then does it again. Watching her taste herself on me is nearly enough to ruin any control I thought I had. She hums softly as her tongue swirls around the tip of my cock.
“You can use your hands. Just suck and lick. Take me deep if you want, relax your throat. Only do what feels good,” I encourage.
She follows through with every long suck, every gentle lick. She gags herself on me, groans around my cock and I realize she’s touching herself while she’s trying to get me deeper down her throat. Again, and again.
I slip my fingers into her hair so I can watch her work. Her cheeks hollow when she sucks, her tongue slips between her lips to focus on the tip of my cock. I don’t want to ask where she learned to do this. It doesn’t matter. She feels so fucking good and that determination in her eyes, the way she moans and squirms between my legs, it pushes me over the edge.
I can’t even warn her before I finish down her throat. I can’t. The words get trapped under the moan. Sofia sighs and sits up, licking her lips and crawls up to cuddle me. I kiss her again and stroke her sweat- dewed hair.
“Stay right here tonight,” I hum. “And in the morning.”
She nods and sighs, snuggling in closer and trusting me to stay, to protect her, to keep my word, and protect whatever it is that we created tonight.
