Page 129 of Missed Notes (Rixon High 5)

Jesus.

I inhaled a sharp breath, trying to rein in the raw lust rushing through me.

“Get naked, Cole.” She smiled.

“Uh, yeah. Right.” In record time, I stripped out of the suit. My heart was a runaway train, battering my rib cage.

Dragging a hand through my hair, I moved my gaze over her body. She was every guy’s fantasy, and she was mine.

Lyrics slammed into me, one after another.

I wanna paint your skin with my hands. Map every scar, every secret with my lips. Watch the rise and fall of your chest as I—

“Cole?”

“Shit, sorry.” I shook the thoughts out of my head. Maybe a song would come later. Right now, I needed to be inside her. Buried so deep, she couldn’t ever let me go.

Crawling over her, I dropped the foil packet on the bed, and hooked my fingers into her panties, dragging them slowly down her legs.

“Fuck, Sofe.” She was pink and wet and glistening.

“Your turn,” she rasped, pupils blown with lust as she dropped her gaze to my black boxer briefs and the obvious bulge there.

Slowly, I pushed them down my hips, fisting myself.

“Does it feel good?” she asked.

“Not half as good as it’ll feel when I’m buried inside you.”

“Cole…” Her breath hitched.

Unable to wait another second, I grabbed the condom and tore it open, sheathing myself. Sofia’s legs fell open as I nudged up against her. “Okay?” I asked.

She nodded, winding her arm around my neck, pulling me down to kiss her. “Make me forget, Cole. Just for a minute.”

My heart stuttered at her sad, desperate words, but I shoved them down, focusing on the feel of her naked and perfect beneath me.

Grasping the base of my dick, I lined up and slowly pushed into her. “Fuck,” I hissed, inching inside. “You’re so tight.”

“Don’t stop,” she breathed, lifting her hips a little.

My hand slid down her thigh to hitch it around my waist, letting me go deeper until I was fully seated inside her. “Jesus,” I hissed as she clenched around me.

“You feel… amazing.” Her fingers dug into my back. “But I really need you to move, Cole.”

“It would be my pleasure.” I smirked, dropping a kiss to her lips as I pulled out and thrust back in.

“God, yes.”

I went again, easing all the way out and punching my hips forward, building the pace slow and steady. I didn’t want it to be over too quickly, and I wanted to make it good for her. Because having her like this, knowing that she trusted me enough to love her, it was every-fucking-thing.

“Kiss me,” she whimpered, shoving her fingers into the hair at the back of my neck.

It was all tongue and teeth and breathless touches. Like we were caught in the eye of a storm, fighting to stay afloat. Our only hope of survival was each other.

My thrusts became harder, my grip on her thigh tighter as my control began to slip. She felt too good, too fucking perfect as her inner walls rippled around me.

“Are you close?” I whispered.

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