2. Cole #2
“Come here,” I murmur, guiding her back, step by step, until the backs of her knees hit the edge of a cushioned lounge chair .
She sinks into it, and I follow, never breaking contact. My fingers stay between her legs, slick and insistent, pumping inside of her. My thumb circles her clit, slowly and sensually, until she gasps and arches up into me.
“Take it off for me,” I ask her, wanting to see her naked beauty. She pulls her camisole off, her breasts full and creamy, her nipples so pink and perfect. “You're gorgeous. Lay down.”
She whines when I take my hand away from her wet lips and put them in my mouth. She lies back, her eyes never leaving mine as I lick every trace of her from my fingers.
I push my pants down, watching as she bites her bottom lip when my hard cock springs free. She locks eyes with me.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” she murmurs, her fingers sliding between her thighs. She starts to circle her clit while she locks in on my cock. “I want to feel you inside me. I’m on the pill, but… do you have a condom?”
I don't answer. Not out loud.
Instead, I bend down and kiss my way down her stomach, then drop to my knees in front of her.
Her breath catches.
I push her legs open and bury my face between them.
Her thighs tense around my shoulders the second my mouth finds her silky, wet pussy. She’s warm and already swollen against my tongue.
I start slow, licking a lazy stripe from the bottom of her slit all the way up. Then I circle her clit, teasing it with steady pressure before sucking gently, letting my breath wash over her slick skin. Her whole body responds—tense, trembling, gasping for more.
She gasps, and her hips jerk. One of her hands dives into my hair, fingers tightening, anchoring me there .
“Fuck,” she whispers.
I groan against her, the vibration pulling another moan from her throat. I lap at her like I’m starving, tongue dragging through her folds, drinking every sound she makes.
Then I press the flat of my tongue against her clit and start to move in slow, relentless circles—no teasing this time. She arches hard, a shudder ripping through her, every muscle drawn tight like a live wire.
“Oh my God. Right there,” she pants.
I slide two fingers into her, curling them just right while my mouth keeps working her. She’s soaked, pulsing around me as her thighs tremble.
She starts to fall apart under my tongue, her moans getting louder, throatier. She tries to stay quiet, but her body betrays her.
Her hips grind into my face, chest heaving, fingers locked in my hair like she never wants me to come up for air.
I don’t stop. Not until I feel her clamp down around my fingers and her back arches. A strangled cry rips from her throat as she comes hard against my mouth.
Her thighs tighten around my head as she comes, trying to stay quiet, lips pressed tight together, but I feel it everywhere. I see it in the way her body arches, the way her chest gasps for air, her perfect breasts rising and falling as I look up at her.
I rise, reach into my pants to get my wallet, and pull out a condom. I tear it open with my teeth.
She watches me, spent but hungry, her gaze locked on my cock as I roll the condom on.
“You ready for more?” I ask, voice rough with desire.
She nods, then digs her fingers into my thigh, pulling me closer .
“Come here,” she says, breathless, reaching between us.
Her hand wraps around my arm and pulls me up.
“I want you inside of me.”
For a moment, as I hover over her, looking into her eyes, it’s like we both realize what we’re about to do. I don’t know about Sam, but for me, I haven’t hooked up like this since my twenties.
I wonder if she’s going to pull away, but she doesn’t. She wraps her shapely legs around me and pulls my hips to hers. The tip of my cock grazes against her wet lips. I drag it across her opening.
Her blue eyes darken as I slide into her, both of us past the point of no return. Her heels dig into the backs of my thighs, pulling me deeper with every thrust.
She’s so tight, so warm, and her moaning is loud and desperate. I'm completely wrecked.
“You feel so good,” she pants, her voice breaking.
"You're amazing."
“I can’t believe we’re doing this… but don’t stop.”
“Not planning to,” I growl, crashing my mouth to hers.
Her body clamps around me, every muscle seizing as she comes again. That’s all it takes.
I bury myself deep and let go, groaning into her mouth as the release hits hard and fast.
Her walls pulse around me, and my rhythm breaks. My breath shudders out of me as I drive in once, twice more, and then I lose it. My whole body locks, pleasure ripping through me so hard it knocks the sound from my throat.
For a second, neither of us moves. I’m still buried deep inside her, both of us caught in the wreckage of what we just did. Her chest rises against mine, our breaths uneven, matching in rhythm but not in recovery.
Her breath fans against my cheek. Her heartbeat pounds against my chest. My hands stay on her body because I don’t want to let go yet. Not of her. Not of this.
Then she blinks, like waking up from a dream, and I feel her pull away.
She slips out from under me without a word, grabs her robe from the floor, and slips it on.
Just like that.
Whatever this is, or was, it’s already starting to shift.
And I have no idea what happens next.