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Chapter 12 – Parched and Charred

His body is feverish, like a blusertin’ fire roarin’ in a stone furnace. But I don’t mind because he’s soft and smooth and silky. His skin slides against mine like embers sparkin’ across a dry, thirsty desert. And me?I’m parched. Parched and charred.

Mmm...there’s no other way to describe the way Cole’s makin’ me feel right now. I'm thirsty and I don’t ever want to leave this moment. I don’t ever want to leave his side. It’s a strange feelin’. Knowin’ someone your whole life and then one moment changes everythin’.

My heart throbs in my chest at the realization. The realization that we’ll eventually have to come up for air and leave. Leave this bed. This warmth.Thisfire.

But I’m not thinkin’ about it. Not givin’ it any attention.

Cole keeps kissin’ me, his tongue tanglin’ with mine, runnin’ his fingers over my thighs, my hips, and my stomach. I reach out a tremblin’ hand and wrap my fingers along his swollen length. It keeps pokin’ my leg and I don’t want to ignore it any longer. I want tofeelit. Want to feel the part of him that's just as hungry for me as I am for him.

Cole stops movin’ as I feel the ridges and veins and dips along his rock-hard shaft. The soft, spongy feel of his heavy sac. The coarse hair that tickles my palm while I explore the forbidden parts of him.

Forgive me, Jesus. I just...I can't stop touchin' him.

He inhales sharply when my thumb connects with his velvety tip. It’s wet and sticky, but I keep massagin’ anyway, listening as Cole moans against my ear. The sound is divine. Like water tricklin’ over river rocks.

The space between my thighs is wet.So wet. And I wonder if there’s enough liquid to soak through his sheets. I should probably care, but I don't want to stop long enough to figure out why everythin' is soaked down there. I’ve never been this uncomfortable before. But maybe that's a good thing?

I squeeze my knees together, hope the achy, spasming feelin' in my core eases. Cole notices and grips one of my thighs in his hand. He exhales as my fingers continue explorin' his long shaft.

I bite my lower lip, trying to keep quiet as his fingers slip through my folds again. His penis jolts in my hand when his fingers circle the part of me that I think he's goin' to be—gulp—entering.

"This might sting a little," he says as he pushes the tip of his finger inside of me. "I'm goin' to stretch you out a little."

Stretch me out?Oh lord.

And because his lips are ticklin' my ear and he's rockin' his hips against mine, his penis pumping against my hand, everythin' goes black and I throw my head back, moaning his name as I orgasm.

Again.

This time, it's a little more intense. I clench around his finger, milkin' it further into me.

This, this can’t be normal, can it?

"You're so sexy, Rose," Cole murmurs in my ear as he pulls his finger out and slips two back in.

Full.

I feel so full. My heart does, too.

"Is this n-normal?" I manage to choke out as I grip his hard shaft tighter, pumping my hand a little faster, figuring out which strokes and motion give him pleasure.

"I don't think there's anything normal about you," he sighs.

“That can’t be good,” I frown as I drink in his dark eyes.

“It’s a good thing,” he assures me. “It’s a really good thing.” His fingers continue workin' inside me, slippin' further and further in. "You think you can handle one more?" he asks against my cheek.

"Yes," I breathlessly reply.

The third finger burns as it joins the other two as I grab onto his shoulder. He increases speed while plantin' a kiss on my forehead. Everythin’ is hazy and misty as I close my eyes.

"You're so tight," he mutters, usin' his free hand to squeeze my breast. He lightly pinches my nipple, and I don't even bother holdin' in the cry that leaves my lips. My hips buck off the bed and I come all over his fingers. All three of them.

Again.

He strokes the inside of my walls while I tremble and shake from the feelin' of bliss coursin' through every fiber of my being. I want to feel it again. Over and over and over again. Each time is more addictin’ than the last. I don’t want it to stop.

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