Page 75 of Citadel

I wrap my arms around him as I suck his tongue into my mouth.

There’s something incredibly intimate about his weight on top of me. He’s supporting his upper body on his arms, but he’s letting his lower body rest on mine. Like he knows I can take it. Like he needs it.

He’s already hard, rubbing the bulge in his trousers against my middle. The eager feel of it gets me going. Arousal clenches almost painfully between my thighs.

As he kisses me, I lift my hips so I can grind against him in turn, the shamelessness of the move exciting me even more. I’m so into it I’m ready for penetration in just a couple of minutes, but he doesn’t rush it, even after I lift a leg and wrap it tightly around his waist.

He kisses my mouth for a long time. When he finally pulls his lips away, it’s only to skate little kisses all over my cheek and jaw and then down my neck.

He sucks on the pulse point at the base of my throat until I can’t stop gasping. I writhe beneath him, dragging my fingernails down his bare back and then clutching at his tight ass through the thick fabric of his pants.

“Baby,” he mumbles. “Fuck, baby. Need you so much.” He’s rocking his cock rhythmically against me like he can’t stop himself.

I’ve never known Cole to be so out of control. It’s thrilling. Intoxicating. “You have me,” I say, arching up in aching pleasure. “You have me.”

He exhales a thick groan. Finds my mouth again and kisses me deep and hard.

Almost dizzy from so many emotions and sensations, I hold on to him with my arms. My legs. My mouth. Every part of me.

It’s a while before either of us can move on. It’s like we’re both trapped in this needy, sensuous haze and neither can take the next step forward.

Until finally he lifts his head, stares down at me in the flickering light, and lets out another soft, gravelly groan. “Baby.”

“Cole, please.” I’m not sure what I’m even asking for. Something.

The next step.

He takes it. He yanks off the T-shirt I’m wearing and lowers his mouth to one of my breasts. Sucks the nipple until I arch and whimper. Then he tucks his hand into my panties and feels my pussy, making a guttural sound when he discovers how wet I am.

He brings me to a quick, hard climax with his mouth on my breast and his fingers pumping inside me. Then he kisses his way down my stomach and mouths me over the stretched cotton of my panties.

It’s oddly tantalizing—the way he tongues and nibbles through my underwear. I have to fight not to grind myself against his face.

He grabs hold of my thighs, pulling them farther apart so he can really get going on my pussy. I make the most ridiculous mewling sound as the pleasure rises and rises but doesn’t break.

I’m clutching at the blanket beneath me when he gives my clit a little nip. The sudden shift of sensation pushes me over the edge. I choke on a cry as my body shakes through the orgasm until the spasms have worked themselves through.

I smile up at him groggily when he raises his head. He smiles back, pleased and faintly feral.

It’s that expression more than anything that gives me the idea. I sit up and push him down to the ground, climbing on top of him and straddling his hips with my legs.

He gazes up at me. Still smiling. Still feral.

Still just a little bit smug.

“Don’t look so pleased with yourself,” I tell him.

“Why the hell not?”

I don’t actually have an answer to that. “Uh, honestly, I’m not sure. Just that people shouldn’t be so cocky.”

He chuckles at that and pulls my head down so he can kiss me. It’s so sweet I get distracted for a couple of minutes, but then I remember my inspiration. I start kissing my way down his body, paying a lot of attention to his chest before I move lower to his tight belly. I kiss his abs. Lightly nip at his side. Then start working on the top button of his pants.

“Whatcha doin’ down there, baby?”

“What do you think?”

His eyes are hot. Wild. “You sure about that? Been a long time since I had a shower.”

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