Page 37 of Chasin' Cole

"I think you're ready for me," Cole smirks as he sits up and reaches for the bedside table.

I try to keep my eyes open as he slips a condom on, but my eyelids are heavy, like I'm being weighed down by all the oxytocin floodin' my system. Sated. I think that’s what I am right now.

I spread my legs for him and watch through half-closed eyes as he stares down at me, stares at the parts of me that are forbidden. The parts no one else has seen.

"You ready?" His voice comes out hoarse and gruff. Sexy. Cole Strickland is so sexy.

"Yes," I respond, flames dancin' across my stomach and heat scorchin' my core. I don't think I'll ever get my fill of Cole. Not after everythin’ that’s happened in his bed this afternoon. His fingers alone make me feel sinfully delicious things. I can't even imagine what—

"It's going to hurt," he interrupts my thoughts. "It's going to feel like you're—"

"Cole," I interject. "I don't care. I just want to feel you."

His body blankets mine as the afternoon sun warms our bodies. Rays of sunlight streak across the walls and floor, filling the space with a tangerine glow.

"I don't want to hurt you," he whispers. “I…if I could find a way it didn’t, I would.”

"You could never hurt me," I reply as my fingers caress his cheek, but the words taste sticky on my tongue, like molasses.

"I love you so much, Rose," he sighs. "More than I've ever loved anyone."

"I know. You keep sayin’ that. I feel the same way, Cole," I admit. “I really do.”

He pushes my legs further apart and glides a hand down my stomach, slipping his fingers back inside me.

"You're so wet," he shivers. "I...you're soaked."

"All your doin'," I remind him. “You and your delectable fingers.”

“Delectable?” he chuckles.

“Delectable,” I confirm. “The things they can do are amazin’.”

He keeps his dark eyes on mine and lines himself up. He slips his fingers out of me before he grabs his hard, long, velvety penis, slides the rubbery tip along my core. It feels like lightning and thunder pummelin' the earth as a storm rolls across the plains. It’s bright and dark and loud and quiet. So many different emotions roiling through my sensitive body.

As he pushes slightly inside of me, my heart explodes with love. It feels good. So much better than I ever imagined. And the fact that it's Cole whose doin’ this with me makes my heart swell. I don’t think I could do this with anyone else.

He keeps a steady pace, slowly inchin' into me, a full, stretching feelin' stabbing my core. But I don't mind. Because it's perfect. This moment, this man, it'sperfection.

"All in," he grunts as he holds me closer to him, kissin’ my forehead, then my closed eyelids, my cheeks, and my mouth. "Tell me when you're ready for more."

"More what?" I innocently ask.

"More pleasure," he grins back at me.

"There’s more?” my eyes widen in surprise.

“There’s a whole lot more.”

“Give me more then," I smile. "I want more."

"So greedy," he retorts.

“I can’t help it,” I swallow hard, “I’ve never…never experienced this kind of…this kind of…”

“Pleasure?”

“I was goin’ to say this kind of bliss.”

---