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One hand drifts from my hip to the apex between my legs. I gasp as he grazes my sensitive flesh. It’s not a conscious decision to widen my thighs so he can touch more of me. A whimper slips from my lips as he continues to stroke my pussy.
“Probably as much as I want you,” I pant.
How is it possible that he’s capable of giving me so much pleasure?
I’m so close to splintering apart. I can’t imagine anything feeling better than this.
The need to lay my hands on him pounds through me as I lean forward and stroke my hands over the solid ridges of abdomen, moving upward to his chest and then down again. It doesn’t surprise me that he has a six-pack.
Cole works out religiously.
When I reach the elastic band of his boxer briefs, I snap the stretchy material against his taut flesh. The entire time I’ve been learning his body, his fingers have kept up a steady rhythm, never dipping inside my heat.
“Take them off,” I gasp.
Those three little words are all it takes for him to lift me from his body. A moment later he’s sliding the underwear down his legs and tossing them to the floor. As soon as he relaxes onto the mattress, I climb on top of him so that his thick length is nestled against my slick core.
His gaze arrows to the place where our bodies are connected. He groans, a muscle in his jaw ticking as I roll my hips. Bright sparks of pleasure ricochet through every nerve ending of my body. The delicious friction sends a million tiny pulses of electricity skittering across my flesh before coiling tight in my center.
I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want Cole.
“Are you on anything?” he asks, voice strung tight.
I shake my head, thankful he’s cognizant enough for the both of us to think about protection. Even though it shouldn’t be, it’s the last thing on my mind. It only proves how affected I am.
Pain flickers across his face as he grits, “I have a few condoms in the drawer next to the bed.”
My lips lift as he slides against me. “Are we going to need more than one?”
“I really hope so.” When my eyelids flutter closed, he grinds against me with a little more force. “Cassidy?”
My eyes open, locking on his. “I don’t make a habit of sleeping around. That’s not really my style. Maybe we should have talked about this already, but I wanted you to know that.”
I force myself to give him the same honesty in return. “I haven’t been with anyone in almost a year.”
Unwilling to allow the past to intrude on the perfection of this moment, I close the distance between us until my lips can ghost over his. His mouth parts beneath the gentle pressure of my own. A couple of heartbeats later and I’m kissing a hot trail down his chest, over rock-hard abs, to the stiff length between his naked thighs. He groans as I lick him from root to tip and back down again.
“Cassidy…” he rumbles. “This won’t last long if you spend any more time down there. Trust me, I’d like to last longer than a few desperate strokes. My self-esteem kind of depends on it.”
I grin, continuing to lick his cock. There’s something powerful about hearing a guy growl, his voice scraped raw with need, when you have the most precious part of him in your hands and mouth.
He groans when I slip his blunt head between my lips. Once, twice, three times I slide over him before he snarls, grabbing mebeneath my arms and hauling me up his body until I’m draped across him, hard shaft nestled between my thighs. Before I can say anything, he flips me onto my back. A gasp slips free as my heart races with anticipation.
“Do you really think you’re the only one who can play games?” he rasps, crawling down my body, sucking each hard nipple into his mouth.
My eyelids close as I arch into him, wanting more. He nips and licks at my flesh until I’m squirming with the pulsing need that has gathered in my core. His lips create a fiery trail across my ribs and belly before sinking lower, until his hot breath feathers across my core.
He presses a small kiss at the juncture of my thighs before muttering, “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” His mouth sinks lower with each swipe of his tongue. “I want to spread you open and take my time with you.”
A shiver dances down my spine as his deep voice crashes over me. The slick heat between my legs grows as my pussy throbs with need.
My gaze fastens on him as he slips between my spread thighs. The image he makes with his dark, mussed hair against the juncture of my legs is the most erotic thing I’ve seen. A few strokes of his tongue and my legs are falling impossibly wide.
He groans, kissing my wet flesh as his heated gaze captures mine. There is such a strange seriousness held within their gorgeous tawny depths. I’m powerless to look away from the picture he makes as he presses his lips against me.
The fine tremble that racks my body has nothing to do with his touch. It’s about the way his penetrating gaze pierces mine, never once releasing me as he continues to stroke my pussy. I shift beneath him as his tongue dips inside me, lapping at me until I’m teetering on the brink of falling apart.
These sensations are almost too much to feel within the confines of my own flesh. It’s as if something inside me is attempting to claw its way out. And still, he holds my gaze the entire time, watching asI’m forced closer to the precipice. Watching every moment of pleasure as it roars through me.
