Page 2 of Don't Leave
It’s the way Cole’s tongue tangles with my own that pulls me from those dark thoughts. Instead of allowing me to get stuck inside my head, he forces me to be present by hovering over my body and caging me in beneath him. I love the way it feels to be surrounded by him. We’ve spent hours in bed, exploring one another. Learning what the other likes and doesn’t like.
I curl my fingers around him, stroking his hard length in a way that drives him to distraction. I may be new to this, but I’ve caught on quickly. With a groan, he slips his fingers into my dampened panties.
“You’re so damn wet.” He sucks my lower lip into his mouth before nipping at it. “So fucking hot,” he groans.
A whimper escapes from me when his fingers drift over my heated flesh before sinking inside me. His tongue and fingers move in tandem, driving me higher. And then higher still.
My hand tightens around him, pumping harder.
Faster.
Cole tugs my pink tank top over my head before tossing it to the floor. His heated gaze holds mine for a heartbeat before kissing his way down my body until he can suck my nipple intohis mouth. He continues the onslaught until I’m shifting beneath him, needy for more. With a soft pop, he gives the other one the same attention.
I love the feel of his hot mouth as it roves over my naked body and the way he makes me feel when we’re wrapped up in each other. It’s as if the world around us shrinks down until everything else ceases to exist.
Releasing the other stiffened bud, he sinks lower until he’s nipping at my navel. His lips ghost over my belly before reaching my hip bones and peppering me with kisses. Anticipation spirals through me as he reached the elastic band of my panties. Instead of stripping off the cotton material, he presses his lips against my throbbing heat.
I shift restlessly beneath him, desperate for the thin barrier to be ripped away. All I want is to feel the heat of his mouth as he brands me. It drives me crazy when he teases me like this, and he knows it.
But that’s just part of the fun.
When he presses another kiss against my damp panties, I groan and arch toward him. I’m precariously close to begging for it.
For him.
The chuckle that escapes from him is deep and low as if he knows exactly what he’s doing to me right before his finger slips beneath the lacy edge to brush over my slick heat. He yanks the panties aside until the material stretches across my exposed flesh. A moment later, his mouth descends, warm breath feathering against me until I’m aching with need.
It’s always like this between us.
Hot and explosive.
There are times when it’s slow and gentle and others when it’s fast and hard. With anyone else, that would scare me.
But not with Cole.
Never with Cole.
He’s like a drug careening through my system and I crave only what he can give me. Every thought swirling through my head disappears as he laps at my pussy until my entire body trembles with the need he’s ignited to life.
A month ago, this kind of intimacy would have freaked me out. It would have unleashed the anxiety I keep tightly under wraps. That’s no longer the case. I love surrendering to him. I love the way he makes my body throb and pulse.
Most of all, I love that Cole Mathews is mine.
And I’m his.
“You like that, baby?”
“You know I do,” I whisper as he strokes his tongue over me, playing my body like a fine instrument. I arch, wanting to feel him buried deep inside my body, filling me to the brim. The ache within is growing. Pulsing and throbbing until it feels like it could consume me.
I’ve never felt anything like this before.
“Cole, please..” Desperation bleeds from me.
“Please, what?”
His voice is raw, scraped low with just as much pent-up desire as mine. His tongue steals over me before plunging deep inside and making me moan. As his talented tongue dances over me, my body bows. He swirls around my clit, scraping it lightly with his teeth before sucking it gently into his mouth.
That’s all it takes for me to teeter at the edge. My hips move restlessly against him as need floods through every cell of my body. I’m panting and pleading for him to push me over the edge and into oblivion.
