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His hands settle on my thighs, pinning me to the bed as he gently sucks my throbbing clit into his mouth. My fingers twist into the covers, fisting the thick material as my back arches.
A whimper escapes from my lips as he continues to torment me. The need to pull back from the thick waves of pleasure that pummel my senses pounds through me until I’m squeezing my eyes tightly shut, attempting to escape within myself to regain control. This feeling of coming unhinged is so strange and new. No one has ever played my body as if it were a fine instrument.
It’s almost too much to bear.
His tongue swipes over me once more before disappearing. When the heat of his mouth doesn’t return, I moan as the agony of his withdrawal leaves me feeling bereft. I arch my hips, wanting to feel the delicious pressure of his lips. I’ve never felt like a slave to the needs of my own body.
“I want your eyes on me,” he growls.
When I don’t immediately comply, his heated breath drifts against my wet flesh. I groan in frustration. It’s as if I’m perched precariously on the brink of something new and amazing.
“Open them, Cassidy. I want you to see exactly what I’m doing to you.”
With a whimper, I force my gaze to his. A knowing glint fills his eyes. Before I can rasp out one incoherent word, his lips return, driving me relentlessly toward the precipice.
When I finally explode, I nearly scream with the force of it. My fingers bite into the comforter as my body arches, shuddering and spasming under the firm pressure of his mouth. He doesn’t stop until every last shockwave has subsided and I lay spent, staring at the dark ceiling, questioning every sexual experience that now feels sadly lacking.
I’m barely cognizant of Cole rising from the bed and moving to the nightstand where he rips open a small package before quickly sheathing himself in latex. Before I’m fully able to miss him, hereturns, heavy weight pinning me to the mattress. His thick length pushes against my entrance.
Need sparks in my core as his lips settle over mine. The taste of my arousal should be repulsive.
It’s not.
I deepen the kiss, remembering what it felt like to have the velvety softness of his tongue stealing over me, his gentle yet punishing lips stroking my inner thighs, spreading me open and sucking my clit.
“I can’t wait any longer,” he rasps, cock poised at the edge of my swollen lips.
With a moan, I squirm beneath him, desperate to feel every thick inch buried deep inside my body. “You don’t have to.”
Not a heartbeat later, he drives inside me. Once buried to the hilt, he stills, allowing my inner muscles to adjust to his size.
“You’re so damn tight.” He kisses me before lifting his hips and moving inside my body. “It feels like you’re strangling my cock,” he growls as his body rocks against mine.
Everythingabout this moment feels so right.
He joked earlier that it would only take three desperate strokes and he’d be coming. It takes nine. Nine smooth strokes before he comes inside me. Every single groan that falls from is lips is for me. For the pleasure he feels at being buried deep inside my body.
With my gaze pinned to him, I watch as pleasure unfolds across his features.
I squeeze my inner muscles around his cock, reluctant for the moment to end. I want to savor it for a few more blissful seconds. I want to feel him inside me, filling me up, showing me exactly what sex can feel like between people who care about each other.
And that orgasm…
Holy crap.
I’ve secretly never understood all the fuss about sex. All my experiences were mediocre at best. That being said, I understand the appeal of it now. When it’s right, there’s nothing quite like it.
Cole rolls onto his side and collapses on his back before pullingme along with him until my exhausted body is draped across his. As I lay on top of him, my ear pressed against his chest, I can’t help but think about what just happened, and marvel at the unexpectedness of it all.
His harsh breathing fills my ears as he drops a kiss against my forehead before trailing his fingers through my hair. “I’m sorry, I’d wanted it to last longer. I hope it was still good.”
A lazy smile curves my lips as I tiredly pick up my head to stare at him. I can’t resist teasing him just a bit. “Fishing for compliments, are you?”
He chuckles and his chest rumbles. “Just tell me it was good.”
I snuggle against him before allowing my fingertips to drift across the light sprinkle of hair covering his chest. “I’ve had better.”
Lie.
