Page 137 of Love Unforgettable
Chapter 49
Lexie
Cole hovers over me, nudging my hair to the side and running his tongue along the side of my neck, biting lightly. I run my fingers through his hair as I pull his lips back to mine. He settles his weight down, rubbing his hard cock against my center. His tongue searches out mine, his mouth so deliciously warm and wet, and a groan that I feel between my legs. He sounds so raw and primal. I’m ready for him, aching for him.
“Oh God, Cole, I need you inside of me, now,” I cry. My body is trembling with desire for him. I’m impatient, on edge, like I’m on the precipice and all I need is a little push.
“I’m savoring you, sweetness,” he says.
“Now?” I whine, trying to wriggle myself under him so I can get his cock inside of me. “Savor later.” I reach down and grab him. He’s so thick. Mmmm, hot and hard. I run my hand from end to end.
Oh!
And long.
This is never going to work.
I’ll be split in two.
He continues to rub against me. Oh, that’s nice.
Okay, I don’t care. Split me, break me, I want it now.
“God, Lexie, you feel so good. So fucking wet.”
He moans again and rubs his cock against my clit.
“Oh God!” I cry. “Don’t stop.”
He stops. Then kisses me, again and again. Until my head is spinning and I’m certain I will never be able to catch my breath. He tastes amazing, like whiskey and tobacco, all male. It makes me dizzy.
“Please,” I moan against his lips as his rough hands run over my skin. It feels so good, he feels so good. I’m going to die. This will kill me.
He runs his nose along mine softly, breathing heavy against my face. My body trembles with need.
“You wreck me, sweetness. I want to make this last forever and I want to end this torture immediately.” He kisses his way down my body and wedges his broad shoulders between my thighs.
“I can’t again,” I say weakly.
“You can,” he says as he runs one rough hand down from my breast, to my navel, and then between my legs. He parts me with his fingers and slowly rubs my clit. His rough fingers feel delicious against my soft skin. I flex my hips against him, a nonverbal invitation to give me more. His fingers move up and down sliding through my wetness. He pushes two fingers into me, and I arch into his hand.
“Oh God, it hurts and it feels so good.”
He chuckles. “I can kiss it and make it better.” I grip the sheets with one hand, and his head with the other, pushing it down closer to where I want it to be. He adds his tongue with his fingers, spreading me wider, filling me further, scissoring his fingers, tearing me apart, his soothing tongue follows, making everything okay. I feel so full, so close to exploding. I barely have time to think about the third finger before his tongue lightly licks my clit. My hips buck and I grab his head with both hands to force him closer to me. He pushes his nose deeply into me and groans, “Fuck, sweetness, your pussy is delicious.” His mouth engulfs my clit, his tongue swirling. I arch back, my eyes close to half mast and my body goes loose.
“Oh God. Oh shit. Oh, Cole. My God.”
If I died now, with Cole going down on me, I would die so very fucking happy.
My hips push hard into his face, my hands pulling his head against me.
“So close.”
Cole takes his arm and pins my hips down, his long fingers digging into my skin, holding me still, as he works his mouth over every single wet fold. I’m panting, breathless, my body overheated, trembling uncontrollably. My hips buck and I try to squirm, his tongue drives me insane, I want this torture to never end, and to stop right now.
I can’t take anymore.
He places his thumb at the entrance of my other hole, tickling it lightly. Tongue and fingers swirling and licking, pulling and pushing until I can hardly tell what is what. My body tenses, my head comes up, trying to see him at the same time as feel him. His fingers pushing against the walls of my vagina, his mouth sucking on my clit, his thumb circling my ass.
