Page 87 of Citadel

I’m feeling unusually helpless, my legs still straddling his but my upper body resting on his chest. He’s lifted my bottom slightly to give him access to my pussy.

I smother a whimper against his shoulder.

He slides two fingers all the way inside me. I’m so wet they make a sound of slick suction. “Was that a yes?”

I mumble again, rocking my ass against his hand.

Without warning, he pulls his fingers out. “Was that a yes?”

“Yes!” I press kisses against his neck and shoulder. “I like it so much. Please don’t stop.”

He penetrates me again, this time moving in a pumping motion until he’s fucking me hard with his hand. I clutch at the pillow beneath his head as an orgasm rises, sobbing out a lot of ridiculous pleas about how much I need it, how good he’s making me feel, how only he can make me feel this way.

I can feel him smiling—although I’m incapable of raising my head to check his expression—as the sensations tighten, strengthen, mount. “You’re doin’ so good, baby. Look at you takin’ it so well. You’re gonna come so hard. That’s my girl.”

I can’t form words anymore, but I’m babbling out shameless sounds that are getting louder and louder. My whole body is shaking from the way he’s working me over.

“That’s right. Good girl. You can let go. You can give me everything.”

The sexy sound of his voice pushes me over the edge at last. I bite down hard on his shoulder as the orgasm wracks my body, sobbing against his skin as my pussy spasms wetly around his fingers.

“Fuck,” he breathes when the contractions finally slow and soften. “Fuck, baby, you did so good. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Tears are streaming out of my eyes. I’ve slobbered all over his skin. My nose is running, and my pussy is still fluttering deliciously, and my skin is flushed all the way down to my chest.

I’m not sure I’ve ever felt better in my life. I manage to lift my head with a silly giggle. “I love you so much.”

He turns me over onto my back and kisses me again, moving on top of me. It feels like he’s still smiling into the kiss. When he finally pulls away, he murmurs, “I love you too.”

We normally try to stay quiet during sex because Breanna shares the cottage, and it feels rude and inappropriate to make her overhear our private times. But since she’s not here right now, I’m not as inhibited, and this seems to spur Cole on. He spends more time on foreplay, trying to get me to moan and cry out in pleasure. Then he turns me over on my hands and knees with my bottom in the air and takes me from behind.

We haven’t actually had sex like this all that often, and it really works for me this time. He’s got a fistful of my hair in one hand and a handful of my ass in the other. He’s saying how hot I am, how wet and tight I am, how good I make him feel. He fucks me hard and fast, really going at until I come in another loud sobbing, spasming mess of pleasure, and he keeps muttering about how good I am, how well I’m taking it, how perfectly I’m letting go.

I think it’s almost over after I’ve come again, but it’s not. He starts up again, holding on to my ass with both hands now so he can push even harder.

I come again even louder and then maybe even again. I can’t tell. The intense sensations are all blurring together. It’s almost embarrassing how out of control I am. I have to smother my screams in the pillow.

Then he finally lets go, sliding his cock out of me. I fall in a limp heap onto my side.

He turns me over, gathers me up, and settles between my legs, his cock folded up between our bodies.

He kisses me deeply, rocking against me. When I’ve recovered enough, I wrap my legs around him.

We rock together, the urgency growing as Cole’s grunts get louder and louder.

“I love you, Cole,” I rasp, my throat sore from all the crying out I’ve done. “I love you. You come too. You let go too.”

His body is tightening like a fist. He’s pumping his hips against mine, his cock still squeezed between us.

Then he finally lets go with a loud exclamation, burying his face into the hollow of my neck.

I hold him as his body softens. Every part of mine is throbbing deliciously.

“I love you,” he murmurs, raising his head to give me one last kiss. “I never thought I could ever be so close to someone or be this happy. Thank you for giving me this.”

“I feel the exact same way, so thank you.”

He makes a throaty sound. Holds my gaze for a few seconds. “So maybe we can keep loving each other forever?”

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