Page 149 of Ten Day Affair
"Cole…."
“You’re so fucking ready.”
“Then stop teasing. I need you inside me.” Her voice cracks, and she opens her legs wider for me.
“Two months.”
I rub tight circles over her clit, slow and steady. “Still sensitive right here?”
She shudders. “Fuck. Yes.”
“You want me to go slow?” I tease, easing a finger inside her. “Or do you want it the way we both need it?”
She grabs my wrist. “Hard. Deep. Right now.”
I smile against her throat. “That’s what I thought.”
Her fingers grip the back of my neck, her breath catching with each pass of my thumb over her clit.
I bend, take her nipple in my mouth, and suck hard. She moans, arching into me.
Her legs tighten around me. “Condom?”
“Wallet. My jeans.”
“Then fucking hurry.”
I step back just long enough to grab it, hand it to her to rip the foil, and roll it on. My hand shakes. I haven’t felt like this since her.
She’s moved to the couch, sprawled out now. Her chest rises and falls fast, thighs parted and glistening.
I kneel between her legs and drag my tongue up the inside of her thigh. She jerks like she’s about to come just from that. My good hand grips her hips, holding her still as I lick higher, tasting her, breathing her in. It’s addictive and dizzying and fucking heaven.
“Cole,” she chokes out. “Please.”
I pull her closer, let my fingers slide up to her clit and circle once more, just to hear her cry out. Then again. Then again. She’s trembling under my touch, hips lifting off the cushion, wild for more.
I rise, bracing a hand beside her head. I kiss her deeply, filthily, and desperately. Her teeth catch my bottom lip. I groan into her mouth.
I guide myself to her entrance, not pushing in yet. Just sliding against her, coating myself in everything she’s giving me. I feel her shudder under me.
“You want it,” I whisper against her lips.
“Yes.”
“You’re sure.”
She locks her legs around my waist. “I’ve never been more sure.”
Then I push in.
“Fuck,” I whisper, pressing deeper.
“Harder,” she growls, digging her nails into my back.
I grab her ass and drive in. Again. Again. Her body bucks against mine, wild and sharp. She leans back on her hands, taking me deeper.
Every thrust is rough and desperate and apologetic in a way words could never be.
