Page 616 of One More Kiss

Josie

Cole depositedme on his bed without turning on any lights. “Tell me if you’re attached to any of your clothes,” he murmured, tugging at my top.

I let him pull it over my head, giggling as his knuckles grazed my ribs. “Stop that.”

“You’re ticklish?” A dark grin lit his voice.

“Oh, you have no idea.” My hands were behind my back, already working on my bra clasp when he launched at me, all light fingertips hitting the most sensitive spots. I writhed and yipped beneath his assault, twisting to get away from him but he was everywhere.

I mounted my own attack but nothing seemed to work. “It’s not fair,” I fell back to the bed, panting. “You’re not sensitive anywhere.”

“You just haven’t found the right places yet.” Cole kissed me again, deep and slow, reigniting the need in me to feel him fill me.

“What places are those— ohhh.” His fingers traced over the front of my tights, swelling in gentle, light patterns that sparked every never ending as he rubbed my clit, my hot pussy lips beneath the thin material.

“You’re not wearing any panties under these, are you?” He drew me against his body so my back pressed to his front. He bent his knees where he sat, lifting my legs over his thighs, spreading me wide.

I whimpered as his fingers trailed over my breasts, working my bra free until the cups fell away. “Cole—”

“Shh, sweet girl. Let me tease you, work you up for a bit. Rest back there,” he cooed, already running his fingers over the stiff peaks of my nipples. Alternating pinching and gentle tugs, he sent a myriad of pleasurable sparks running beneath my skin, all of the centered either on his touch or between my legs. I knew I’d be dripping when he finally touched me there again, and the thought tore another needy moan from my lips.

Cole kissed me again, matching the strokes of his tongue to the swirls his fingers made over my pussy, the skin there still encased in my tights, but he seemed in no hurry, even when I arched against him.

One hand pressed flat to my stomach, holding me back against his straining cock that pressed to my lower back. The circles he teases my clit with grew lighter until I was fighting for his touch, needing it so damn bad I could barely think. “That’s it. Let Me see you raw and wanting.”

“Cole, please, please—”

“Please let you come? Please fuck you? Let me hear you say it.” His hand teasing my nipples tangled in my hair to pull my head back.

“Please, I need to feel you, skin to skin,” I gasped. My nipple ached after his attention. “Please, Cole. Please.”

When I thought he might kiss me, his head dipped lower. He licked the length of my throat, cupping his whole hand over my pussy. Grinding the heel of his hand over my clit, he pressed down hard until I was a writhing ball of sweat pinned to him as my orgasm hit me in full.

All his teasing touches culminated in a massive assault on my senses until I curled against his, my breaths ragged, almost sobbing against him.

Cole gathered me in his arms, stroking my hair. “Shhh, sweet girl. Fuck, you’re so beautiful. That was so beautiful.”

I whimpered, unable to speak. I tilted my head back, begging for gentle kisses, and he gave me those, too, taking my air and replacing it with head spins as my mind tried to play catch up on what he’d just done to me. “I don’t think I can move.”

“That’s a good thing.” Cole stretched out on the bed, fully clothed, and drew me along his chest.

“What are you doing?” I clung to him, let him help me find balance.

“I’m holding a beautiful girl who I'm desperately trying not to rush.” He stroked my hair on languid caresses, despite that it must have been mussed or hell.

“I get the feeling we’re going to run out of night,” I confessed, my cheeks burning. I was never so forward with anyone. Cole…he made me comfortable. How I could not be comfortable with someone when that someone had just done that to my body, I had no idea.

“Josie?”

“Yeah?”

“That sounded like an offer.” His hands closed a little tighter on my back, his fingers digging into my skin, pressing me to his shirt.

“Take this off?” I suggested, plucking at his buttons.

“Why don’t you do that for me?” His knuckles skimmed my ribs. “Please?”

A simple enough request, but not when one’s said partner wanted to occupy himself by playing with my breasts. “These are so frustrating,” I gasped as he tugged both nipples, released them and went back to encouraging every inch of my circulation to the tips of my breasts until my nipples were swollen, my breasts heavy.

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