I bunch the fabric of his shirt into my fist and pull him down before crashing my lips into his, catching him by surprise. It’s frenzied and rough and filled with longing, and it’s real. I can’t believe it’s real.
Cole’s fingers slide down my thigh before hooking it over his back, leaving but a few scraps of fabric between my core and his throbbing cock. My breathing shallows at the feeling of his length pressed against my skin. He’s much bigger than anyone—or any toy—I’ve had before. How on earth am I going to make this work?
I must be making a face, as Cole says with a grin, “Don’t worry, Honey. It’ll fit.”
“Easy for you to say,” I moan as his fingers slide down to my panties, dragging along my slit. “You’re not the one who has to take it.”
Cole laughs, a warm, gentle thing that makes my heart glow. “If that were possible you would have made me take it many times over.”
He gives my clit the tiniest of flicks, earning another moan from my lips. My panties are soaked with water and anticipation alike, and he licks his lips at the feeling of it beneath his touch.
A smirk pulls at his lips at my reaction, and he continues teasing me at an agonizingly slow pace while his lips leave a trail of kisses down my chest. I bite my lip as I watch him work, only a few inches from where I want him most. Desperate for release, I buck my hips to force his hand, putting a delicious amount of friction on my aching clit.
Cole shakes his head with a sharptsk. “I have dreamed of this moment for many years, Noelle. I’m not going to rush it.”
“Then can you at least do a better job at it?” I groan, bucking my hips again. He bursts out laughing before stealing a kiss.
His fingers slide along my ribcage before meeting at my spine, unzipping my dress in one smooth tug. Anticipation runs wild through my veins, the mere promise of his touch putting an arch in my back.
He drops the straps of my dress and it falls to my hips, revealing the lacy black underwear I put on just for him. He swallows, breathless and wide-eyes, as he takes me in.
I know better, but still I hope he never stops looking at me like this. Like I’m something precious, a prize to rival the Cup. Like he’d never want anyone but me.
“Do you like it?” I ask, running a finger along the edge of my lacy bra. I lied, of course, when I told him I wasn’t wearing one. It was tight, but I made it work.
Cole throws his head back with a groan. “You’re killing me. Is this just for me?”
I take my lower lip between my teeth with a nod. Cole swears a storm under his breath, his gaze fixed on my body. In onesmooth movement he pulls his shirt over his head, exposing those delicious abs I’ve dreamed about many times, and throws it to the side. His pants follow soon after, though his boxers remain. Such a tease.
He helps me up before helping me out of my dress, and for a moment we justare. Almost naked, taking each other in, reveling in the fantasy coming to life. Slow, Cole shakes his head.
“I don’t tell you nearly enough how fucking gorgeous you are,” he says in a low, strained voice. “Fuck, Noelle. I’m close just looking at you.”
It’s a compliment better than anything I’ve ever gotten, but I don’t want it. I want him to touch me, feel him inside me. Do all the things that I’ve dreamed about doing with him and more. We can never go back to being just friends, that much is clear. Might as well enjoy this to the fullest.
I drag a slow finger up my slit, his eyes watching me like a hawk. “That would be a shame, wouldn’t it?”
Cole’s blue eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them, and a shiver runs through me at the sight of him licking his lips. “A real fucking shame.”
He kisses me with such urgency it makes me dizzy, every cell in my body firing on all cylinders as it tries to distinguish fantasy from reality. And when his breath tickles my ear, it takes every ounce of my strength not to whimper. “Can I touch you?”
“Please.”
“Good girl.”
Cole’s fingers are curious and gentle as he explores the curves of my body, taking his sweet time with every inch like he’s building a map of me in his brain.
I’m so wet already, my clit throbbing and screaming for attention, but Cole is dead-set on taking his time like he promised he would. He’s always been a man of his word, it’s oneof the things I love most about him. But right now, it’s biting me in the ass.
His lips find mine before traveling down my jaw and throat. Clever fingers make fast work of my bra and toss it to the side just in time for his mouth to play with my nipples, sucking and licking and circling all at once.
My need only grows, but the promise of what is ahead keeps me right on the edge of my sanity, just enough to keep from taking matters into my own hands.
Butterfly kisses to my soft skin make me laugh, drawing an appreciative hum from him. I’ve never laughed during sex before, or even felt this comfortable. Confident, even. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised it’s Cole that brings it out in me. I only feel truly like myself when he’s close.
A mischievous grin spreads on Cole’s face when he takes the lace of my underwear between his teeth and starts to pull it down, his eyes holding my gaze with surprising softness.
What is going through his mind right now? Is he dying from anticipation like me, trying to give me a good show before he takes me? Or is he masking just the smallest hint of regret?
