33. Cole
COLE
Clara watches me, the look in her eyes clouded with need as I kiss my way down her perfect fuckin body.
It’s taking every last ounce of self-restraint I can muster to control myself, but I know I need to go slow because I want her to enjoy this, to fuckin’ love it, to want it more and more. Only ever from me.
Staring into her eyes, I cup her left breast, sucking the pink nipple into my mouth and rolling it between my lips and teeth.
Her back arches off the mattress, and I lick a line to her right breast, giving it the same attention and basking in the way her breath hitches in her chest. And as much as I could lay here all night, sucking on her pretty tits, the need to taste her perfect pussy is visceral.
Like if I don’t get my mouth on her, I might die.
With my eyes still firmly fixed on Clara’s, I continue south, trailing her soft skin with my lips.
Stopping at her belly button I swirl my tongue around it, causing her to breathe in deep.
I grin against her and keep going until I’m met with the waist of her sleep shorts.
Pushing up onto my elbow, I watch her while I loop one finger into the elastic and tug them down over her hips, all the way down her thighs, never once breaking eye contact.
When she’s laid out bare beneath me, and only then, I allow my gaze to wander, taking in every inch of her before I’m met with her pussy and holy fuckin’ shit, just as I expected, she’s… everything.
“Chrissake,” I breathe out, bowing my head and closing my eyes, taking the moment I need to steel myself.
“Is… everything okay?”
I snap my head up at the sound of the uncertainty in her voice, my eyes widening at the flash of fear in her gaze.
“Darlin’,” I choke out, reminding myself not to lose my ever-loving shit. “Everythin’ is just perfect. You are… fuckin’ perfect.”
A soft smile ghosts her lips and I feel her body relax.
I watch her as I skate a finger over her sex, slipping between her pussy lips and basking in just how pink and slick she is.
She shudders when I graze her swollen clit, and I grin at the sounds she’s trying to stifle.
When I bring my finger to my lips and suck, her mouth falls open and I think she stops breathing.
“Fuck, Clara,” I grit out, groaning around my finger at the taste of her. “You are a goddamn dream.” Leaning in closer, I stare into her hooded eyes and breathe a hot, low breath across her pussy.
She whimpers, clamping down on her bottom lip.
“May I?”
She nods so quickly, frantic, and I smile, winking slowly at her as I stick my tongue out flat, licking a slow, determined stripe up her slit before closing my mouth around her clit and kissing it like I kissed her beautiful mouth moments ago.
“Oh…” Clara huffs out, her hand immediately latching onto the back of my head, fingers tearing through my hair.
I groan when her nails scratch my scalp, the sting combined with her taste nearly sending me over the proverbial edge. Tucking my arm under her thigh, I hold her open while I lavish her clit with my tongue, watching her eyes roll backwards.
“Holyshitcole,” Clara murmurs, her words all strung together, voice strangled as if it’s stuck in the back of her throat. Her hips lift off the bed, seeking more, and I smile around her clit, reaching up and finding her other hand, linking my fingers with hers to give her something to hold onto.
With my free hand, I scissor her pussy open to me, stickin’ my tongue out and lickin’ her up and down with long, slow, teasing licks.
Her body writhes, pink painting her skin, tits heaving with heavy racking breaths, face flushed, every limb trembling.
And fuck, if I could live right here in this moment for the rest of my life, I’d leave this earth a happy fuckin’ man.
She loves it—like I knew she would—but the fact that I’m the only person to show her this kind of pleasure; I’m one smug son of a bitch.
Clara’s thighs start to twitch, and I know she’s right there, balancing on the proverbial edge.
Watching her, I flick her clit with my tongue, over and over, reveling in the way her body bucks, her belly constricts with her panting breaths.
I wrap my lips around the bud and with just the right amount of pressure I suck.
“Oh!” She cries out and I reach my hand up and gently cover her mouth, never once letting up on her clit.
She groans against my palm and I shove a couple of fingers into her mouth while I work her through her orgasm, wringing her body of every last ounce of pleasure.
I ease off her clit with gentle licks and kisses, her whole body quaking with aftershocks until finally she sags into the mattress, utterly spent.
Pushing up onto my hands, I look down at Clara, flashing her a smirk when her droopy, heavy-lidded eyes find mine. “You were loud, baby,” I whisper with a low chuckle.
Her eyes flare with panic as she pants for breath. “Too loud?”
“Not loud enough, in my opinion.” I shrug a shoulder, winking.
“Next time I get you in the back of my truck, you can be as loud as you wanna be beneath the stars, but let’s not try to wake the kids,” I add with a menacing grin.
Ducking down, I press a soft, lingering kiss to the scar she was so worried of me seeing, etched into her soft skin, just above her pussy mound.
Staring into her eyes, I murmur, “Because I need to be inside you right fuckin’ now, darlin. ”
Clara clamps her bottom lip between her teeth, the hint of a smile lighting up her pretty eyes as she watches me while I heave myself back up to my feet, standing at the end of the bed and shoving down my jeans.
As I loop my fingers into the waistband of my briefs, I watch her intently, arching a brow as I push them down, my heavy cock springing free and causing her mouth to fall open, her eyes blowing out wide as they look from me to my dick and back again.
“B-bedazzled,” is all she says, her throat tight and pitchy, the word stammered and barely audible.
“Yep.” I sniff a laugh, tamping down my grin while I stroke my length, feeling the hard, cool metal of each barbell coast under my palm with every pass.
“I’ve n-never…” Clara’s words fade, her gaze meeting mine.
“I know, baby.”
“Will it—” Her throat bobs with a heavy swallow. “Hurt?”
I try not to laugh out loud at that, clearing the bubble of laughter from my throat and shaking my head. “Nah, baby. It ain’t gonna hurt. Trust me.”
With her eyes zeroing in on the tip of my dick, where the silver ring almost sparkles beneath the dull glow of the lamp, her tongue glides over her bottom lip before her teeth clamp down on it once more.
“Like what you see, darlin’?” I gruff.
She offers me a tentative look that laced with the kind of doubt I don’t like. “It’s… big.”
“I know.” I nod once, trying not to smirk like a cocky asshole because frankly, it is big.
A shy smile causes her lips to twitch and fuck me, it’s just about my undoing.
I give my dick a squeeze, begging the big guy to behave himself as pre-cum leaks from the tip and my balls hitch up tight ready to release at any second.
I stifle a groan, teeth gritted. “I’m not gonna last long, baby,” I huff out, shaking my head.
“But the look in those pretty eyes of yours really ain’t helpin’ matters,” I warn half-heartedly.
“S-sorry, I—” Clara presses her lips together, swallowing hard again, and fuck she is beautiful and adorable, and every fuckin’ thing in between.
“Now, do you want me to wear a condom?” I ask, watching her carefully for any flicker of doubt in her eyes. “Because I ain’t ever gone without, and I get tested regularly for competition.”
Clara’s cheeks flush. “I’m on birth control, and I got tested after my last time with—” She snaps her mouth shut, rolling her lips between her teeth, shoulders shrinking a touch.
I nod slowly, but that’s not enough for me. “Okay. But do you want me to wear a condom?” When I see her brows tug together in obvious confusion at my words, I quirk a brow. “I need the words, baby.”
“No.” She shakes her head without missing a beat and I’m forced to close my eyes and release the breath I tried to pretend I wasn’t holding.
I’ve never gone bare before. Not even on the nights I’ve been sloppy ass drunk. To be able to experience it for the first time with the only woman I’ve ever loved is enough to send me to my goddamn knees.
“Lie back, darlin’,” I whisper, climbing onto the bed.
Clara lies back, her eyes remaining on mine as I crawl up her sexy body, stopping every few inches to press kisses to her perfect skin.
“So,” I rasp, ghosting her stomach with a kiss. “Fuckin’.” Kiss. “Beautiful.” Kiss.
Hovering over her, I rest my elbows either side of her head and settle my hips between her thighs, my dick unintentionally grazing her soaked pussy and causing her to suck in a trembling breath.
“You okay?” I check, my words trembling as I cup her cheek.
She nods, but I’m not sure I believe her by the thick swallow that works down her throat.
I allow my eyes to roam over her face, watching her closely as I shift my hips, purposely grinding against her center. Ducking my head, I press a kiss to her neck, my lips and tongue working over her trigger point, eliciting a soft moan to rumble from the back of her throat.
Her breath hitches when I grind against her again, and I tear my lips from her skin, pulling back to get another look at her which is when I see a blatant flash of panic in her eyes.
“Clara?”
“I need you to get off me!” she chokes out, eyes squeezing shut, words shuddering. “Please?”
I immediately roll off, keeping myself close to her side but not close enough that I’m touching her. Her chest is heaving with shallow breaths and when she opens her eyes again, I see the telltale glimmer of unshed tears.
“Clara, talk to me.”
Pressing the heels of her palms into her eyes, she blows out a heavy breath and shakes her head. “It just felt…”
“Too much?” I try when she trails off.
She shakes her head again. “It felt like I was back there… with… with him.”
I bristle at her words, suddenly feeling guilty. “Shit, baby. I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t—”
“No!” Clara turns then, rolling onto her side to look at me. “It’s not you. It’s just—” Licking her lips, she searches my eyes like she’s trying to find the words she needs. “It felt like I was suffocating. The same way I felt all those times with him.”
I study her face, brows knitting together as I try to read between her lines.
“I could feel my body start to give up and—” She shakes her head, vehemently, cupping my jaw, her thumb stroking the whiskers shadowing my skin. “I want you, Cole. I do. More than anything. But I—” Snapping her mouth shut, she shakes her head again, seemingly at a loss and I think I understand.
“Hey?” I duck down, catching her eyes. “You trust me?”
She nods.
Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, I cup her, rolling onto my back and urging her close enough to claim her lips, my tongue sliding into her mouth and causing her to moan into the kiss.
Clara kisses me with urgency, meeting my tongue with her own until we’re a frenzy of lips and sighs and clashing teeth.
I trail my hand down, following the curve of her waist before grabbing her hip and coaxing her closer until she’s fully on top of me.
I continue trailing my hand down her thigh and positioning her just right without her even realizing.
And when I feel her pussy grinding my cock, I jerk my hips forward, causing her to suck in a gasp, tearing her mouth from mine.
Clara’s wide eyes flit between mine and pulling back, she looks down between us, recognition flaring in her gaze.
I rub my palms up and down her sides, inching higher with every pass.
My thumbs skate across the undersides of her breasts, and when I feel her relax, feel her move her hips ever so slightly, my heart swells with pride.
“I’ve never been… like this before,” she admits, her voice edged with nerves.
“This is all you, darlin’,” I whisper encouragingly. “Use me. Take whatever the fuck you want. Whatever you need it’s fuckin’ yours, baby.”