I screamed my orgasm into the sheets. He flipped me onto my back, holding my wrists over my head as he loomed over me.
I felt him at my entrance. My eyes widened.
“Are you sure?”
“Regina, it was you. Always.”
Releasing one of my wrists, he guided himself inside me and cursed.
“Cole Townsend, did you just cuss?”
“Yes.” He held himself still, sweat beading on his forehead. “Fuck, Regina…”
“That’s your job.” I rocked my hips up, encouraging him.
He responded, speeding up his thrusts. He pinned my wrists again; his body covered mine.
“Like it?” I whispered, feeling suddenly shy.
He turned his head and kissed me. “I want to live inside you.”
I wrapped my arms around him. “I’ll let you. Whoever orgasms first gets to be on top.” My lips found the tender spot where his shoulder met neck. I kissed it, then bit down, clenching my lower muscles at the same time.
He lost it, thrashing above me. I waited until he stilled to slip my fingers into the wetness between us. A few strokes and my own orgasm flared and died.
Cole sagged onto me, gasping. “Regina, what the hell?”
“I cheated.” I gave him a wink.
“Naughty girl.”
“Always.” I wriggled under him. “You should make me pay.”
“Oh, I will,” he promised. He rose up over me and I caught sight of his rock hard cock. “Cole,” I said, wide-eyed. “Already?”
“I’ve waited a long time for this.” He lay on his back, snapped his fingers and pointed to his upright cock. “Get riding. It’s gonna be a long night.”
10
“What I don’t understand, is why you never made a move on me before now.” We’d spent the last few hours working out our lust. After the last round, I’d taken a little nap and woken up in Cole’s arms.
“Well for starters, the first time I saw you, you were six and I was twelve.”
I sat up enough to hit him with a pillow. “I know that. I mean when we were older.”
“When we were older…I turned eighteen and you were still too young.”
“But I looked older.”
“Yes, you did. And you had trouble written all over you. Still do.” He leaned in for a quick kiss. “So what about when I turned eighteen?”
“You were off to school. I wanted you to get out of this town as much as you did.”
“You did?”
“I knew you didn’t like it. I hoped…I hoped you’d stay away.”
I touched his arm, tracing the lean muscle there. “Why?”
