Page 34 of Citadel

I’m so turned on now that I’m rocking against him, trying to rub myself into him in any way I can. There’s an obvious bulge in his pants now. The feel of it makes me want to howl with a primal sort of possessiveness.

I’ve used my hand before to get myself off, but I’ve never been this out of control. I didn’t even know it was possible.

He finally pulls away from my mouth and nibbles a line down my jaw and throat. “Fuck,” he mutters against my neck. “Look at you. So hot and eager.”

The words should embarrass me, but they don’t. Strangely, I’m proud instead.

Digging my fingernails into the skin at the back of his neck, I arch and squirm between his body and the wall. “Cole, hurry. I need… I need…”

“I know what you need.” He adjusts his hands and steps back, carrying me with him as he walks over to the bed. When he lowers me down, his eyes crawl up and down over my body where it lays sprawled. “I’m going to give you what you need.”

“Then stop staring and do it.”

He makes one of those huffs that count as his laughter. There’s something almost like a smile in his eyes for just a moment before he climbs onto the bed and moves over me. He grabs my gown with both hands and pulls it off over my head in one quick move.

I scoot out of my panties as he stares down at my naked body some more.

My body is slim. Not particularly curvy. But he clearly likes how I look. His fast breathing has gotten throatier. It occasionally sounds almost like a growl.

I love how feral it is. It makes my nipples and inner muscles tighten.

Finally he reaches over to touch my breasts, cupping them and then rubbing the nipples with both his thumbs.

I make a silly extended moan, arch my neck, and close my eyes. I had no idea such a small touch could have such a profound effect on me.

He’s hovering over me, watching my every move. After a few minutes, he bends my legs and pulls my knees apart, exposing my pussy to the cool air of the room. I bite my lip to keep from making an embarrassing whine of pleasure.

Then he adjusts his position and feels me with his hand, stroking and exploring until he slides two big fingers inside me. I’m so wet it makes a noise.

When he starts to pump them, I release a helpless sobbing sound.

He likes that. He likes that I can’t keep quiet. I can see it in the tension on his face. In the way his eyes smolder like white-hot coals. He’s not saying much. He never does. But he’s liking this just as much as I am.

He fucks me with his hand, his rhythm growing faster and harder, until all the aching pressure in my pussy shatters into waves of intense sensation. I shake and gasp and toss my head around as the pleasure spasms through me.

I’ve been clenching all around his fingers, and I’m wetter than ever when he finally withdraws his hand. He’s almost—almost—smiling as he pulls my legs farther apart and moves onto his knees between them.

I watch open-mouthed as he reaches into his pajama pants and pulls out his cock. I’ve seen naked penises before—both erect and flaccid. The life I’ve been living these past five years hasn’t lent itself to a lot of privacy. But I’ve never felt this kind of yearning for one before. It draws me like a magnet.

My hands reach out to touch it. Touch him. Stroke the thick length of his shaft.

He makes a hissing sound through his teeth. Then he lifts my hips and drags my body closer to his, raising my pelvis high enough for him to align his erection at my entrance.

It happens so fast I have no time to get nervous or prep myself. He nudges a few times, pushing shallowly and then withdrawing, and then he slides farther in.

I’m wet and pliant, but he’s big, and it’s very tight. I make a little keening sound, wriggling my hips and my neck as the penetration deepens.

He’s been moaning very softly as he sinks in, but now he suddenly freezes. He draws his head back and searches my face urgently. “Fuck,” he chokes out. “This is your first time.”

He’s about to pull out. I know it. So I grab his hips and hang on. “Don’t you dare stop.”

“But I’m hurt—”

“You’re not hurting me! Just give me a minute. Don’t you dare stop because of this.”

If I’d thought about it, I would have assumed he knew I was a virgin, but clearly he didn’t. And the last thing I want is for him to treat me differently because of it.

To my relief, he holds still, his cock still buried inside me. His hands are shaking just slightly as they hold my body in place. He’s watching for any sign of pain or displeasure.

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