His fingers rake through my hair before taking it into his fist, the pain on my scalp sending a ripple of pleasure through my body.
I swirl my tongue around his tip, the taste of his precum on my tongue lighting a fire. Cole shivers, throwing his head back while his hips buck into me. I do it again, swirling and sucking until he pulls me to my feet and pushes me back onto the bed.
“You feel too good,” he rasps, eyes glazed with lust. “I want to make this last.”
I grin. He’s on the verge of breaking all because of me. I’ve never felt so powerful. “Yeah? How are you going to do that?”
His hands find my hips and he pulls me to the edge of the bed before plunging his fingers into my aching cunt, swirling my throbbing clit with his tongue.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he groans. “You like sucking me off, Noelle? You’re practically dripping from having my cock in your mouth.”
I writhe under his attention, my high building fast. “Yes.”
My back arches off the mattress when he adds another finger, rubbing my G-spot over and over, my body sucking him deeper with every push of his fingers. “I’m close.”
A predatory smile crosses his lips when he looks up at me. “Come for me.”
My body goes taut before stars explode in vision, sparks traveling down my skin when he works me through my high. It’s too much and it’s amazing and I never want it to end, his fingers pulling out far too soon for my liking.
I come to my bearings in time to see him rolling on a condom, rubbing the tip of his cock against my sensitive clit to make me moan.
“Cole,” I swear, and he laughs at my pain.
I hum in approval when he lines himself up with my entrance, slowly pushing himself inside. I can tell he’s taking it slow for my sake, giving me enough time to adjust to him. It must be a struggle for him not to plunge straight in, but honestly, I kind of prefer it this way. I like the quiet intimacy of it, of the slow kisses and being grounded in the moment. No rushing, no frantic movement. Just…us.
“Oh god,” I moan as he drops his head to my shoulder, sinking deeper inside of me. His moves are slow and calculated and I feel my pussy clamp down on his cock, greedily taking every inch.
My chest heaves as he bottoms out and I cry out, my body only taking a moment to adjust before pleasure takes over.
“Does it hurt?” Cole asks.
I shake my head, catching my breath.
“Use your words. Do you want to stop? Tell me what you want.”
I’ve never been with someone as bossy or vocal as Cole, and I like it. If I gave the okay, I’m sure he would be into all kinds of interesting stuff. My core throbs at the thought of him spanking me until I’m raw, of being tied to his bed while he uses his ice cubes on me again. I can’t wait to see if I’m right.
“I want you to fuck me,” I pant.
His thumb finds my throbbing clit, giving it a soft flick. “You’re so fucking tight, Honey. Are you ready to take my cock like a good girl?”
I open my mouth to speak, but when he slams back inside me the words are nothing but a high-pitched moan.
I dig my nails into his hips, driving him even faster, deeper. His thumb works in sync with his hips to banish any thoughts from my mind, my pleasure like a lake threatening to burst a dam. My muscles tighten as my orgasm builds. He must feel it too, as he works me even harder, whispering compliments in my ear with every thrust.
“Fuck, I’m going to—” I can’t finish my sentence, throwing my head back as my body clamps down around his cock. My spine arches off the mattress, legs quivering and restless as pleasure wrecks my body.
He’s close now, the pulsing of my cunt tipping him over the edge. He moans with every deep, erratic thrust, sending sparks through my body before planting himself deep inside of me. He comes with a loud moan, the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
He sinks his mouth to mine, kissing me rough and hard as he give me a few more deliciously deep strokes. When he pushes himself off me to get rid of the condom, my aching cunt is still pulsing in search of him.
Cole comes back holding a damp wash cloth, and cradles me in his body while he cleans me off. He’s so gentle that flutters passthrough my chest, though I don’t dare speak the words that are on my mind.
I love him. Always have. But when I tell him, I don’t want him to think I’m saying it only in a post-sex-rush.
I want him to know I mean it.
Chapter eighteen
