“On the bed,” he commands, his voice strained. “Let me look at you.”
All I want to do is press my legs together to relieve the tension, but I follow his instructions, desperate to please him so he’ll put me out of my misery and touch me. Splayed out, completely naked while he’s still fully dressed, vulnerability finally creeps in. Even so, I can’t help but feel sexy and wanton at the same time.
Finally, he joins me on the bed, stretching out beside me. “So fucking beautiful,” he groans, tracing a single finger from my sternum straight down to my navel.
I screw my eyes shut in pleasure as he trails open-mouthed kisses down my body. His lips and hands are soon everywhere, caressing and teasing until I’m whimpering beneath him. Every inch of my body is on edge, begging for more of his touch.
“Spread your legs for me, baby,” Cole murmurs against my thigh. “Need to taste you.”
My cheeks flush at his command, but he’s too busy gazing at my body like it’s a rediscovered war treasure to notice.
His veneration gives me the courage to obey, and when I do, he rewards me with praise.
“Good girl.”
I moan, needy and eager for his skin against mine.
He swipes his tongue against me, and all I can do is sink my fingers into his hair and hold on as he sucks and licks like a starved man.
And when he slips two fingers inside me, twisting and swirling and pumping like he’s taken a crash course on every little way to please me, I cry out, my back arching of its own accord. Not even my vibrator can get me worked up so quickly. Cole lavishes my clit with steady swirls of his tongue, bringing me closer to orgasm with each circle and leaving me gasping for air.
I throw my head back against the pillow as the knot in my lower stomach unravels and I detonate with a loud moan. My pussy greedily clamps down around his fingers as wave after wave of euphoria rolls through me.
When my body goes lax, Cole stands and peels off his shirt. He struggles to undo his fly, which has grown impossibly tight against him, and when his cock finally springs out, I let out an audible gasp. The teaser I got when he strutted around in black joggers didnotdo him justice. His dick is long and thick, with a slight curve that’s eerily reminiscent of the dildo in my nightstand drawer.
“Damn,” I mutter to myself.
He chuckles as he pulls his socks off. “See something you like?”
“Yes.” There’s no point in lying. The man knows he’s impressive.
I clamber off the bed, drunk on the need to touch him. He watches me, his irises blazing, the amber color molten, as I splay my hands over his chest and explore every inch of muscle.
God, he’s gorgeous.
He lets out a deep groan as I snake my hand down to stroke him, reveling in the way he’s impossibly soft yet hard. As much as I’d like to take the next few hours to explore his body, I’m far too needy for that.
I lower to my knees and tilt my head back. Then, holding his gaze, I run my tongue along the underside of his shaft. When I wrap my lips around his sensitive tip, his eyes flutter shut and he clenches his jaw. With one hand gripping his length, I gently toy with his balls using the other.
His responding curse emboldens me to swirl my tongue around and tease him. It’s heady, holding this kind of power over him, despite being on my knees. Cole rests his hands on the back of my head, lightly pumping into my mouth yet not forcing my movements. I take him as deep as I can, setting a steady rhythm. When his thigh muscles have gone impossibly tense, he tugs on my hair until I release him. Then he leads me back to the bed. Only when I’m splayed out on my back again does he join me, easing his body over mine, giving me a fraction of his weight, and suck my lower lip into his mouth.
He has to release me to pluck a condom from his nightstand—that I may or may not have known was there from previous snooping—and slide it over his hardened cock. My body relaxes instinctively as he tosses my right leg over his shoulder and positions himself at my entrance. The delicious stretch as he enters me has me closing my eyes in pleasure.
“Eyes on me, baby.” His thrusts are slow and leisurely to start, despite the hungry gleam in his eye.
Far less patient, I push my hips up to meet his, urging him to quicken his pace. The desperation riding my body is overwhelming and exciting all at once.
He chuckles at my attempt to top from the bottom and kisses me deeply with swollen lips. “Not rushing this, baby.” With a moan, he nips at my collarbone. “I’ve waited too long to only last a minute.”
I’m too far gone to even acknowledge his comment, and all rational thought leaves me when he brings my other leg into the crook of his arm, sinking deeper. Moans bubble up my throat as he rolls his hips against mine, hittingthatspot perfectly, over and over again. Another orgasm builds deep within me but stays just out of reach. It’s the purest, most pleasurable form of torture I’ve ever experienced. And as he snakes a hand between us and rubs leisurely circles against my clit, the words that escape me are incomprehensible. The man’s a damn musician, playing my body to the tune of his choosing.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, watching the way he slides in and out of me.
“Cole, I need to come,” I beg as my pussy ripples around him. “Please.”
Focus fixed on my face, he uses two fingers to gently tug on my clit, and like that, I come with a choked cry. Sparks of pleasure roar through my body as I tremble. A few more pumps of his hips, and he’s following me into sated bliss, grunting my name as he comes undone.
We lie in a satisfied, sweaty pile of limbs, working to catch our breath, but when Cole’s stomach grumbles, we burst into laughter.
