40. Aurora
AURORA
The door slams behind us, and the second it does, my hands are in his hair and his mouth is on mine.
He kisses me like he’s been holding back the entire drive home and finally snapped, his hands locking on my waist as he yanks me flush against him. I can feel the full, thick length of him, already straining in his pants.
I catch his bottom lip between my teeth just hard enough to make him groan, and then his hands are under me, grabbing my thighs and lifting me like I weigh nothing.
My legs wrap around his waist on instinct, and I can’t stop smiling as I bite his lip again because he’s muttering curses under his breath like I’m driving him out of his mind.
His hands slide to my ass over my dress, squeezing hard enough to make me gasp into his mouth, and that only makes him kiss me harder, like he’s trying to crawl inside of me.
“I was trying to take this slow,” he growls against my throat, dragging his teeth over my skin before he sucks at the spot under my ear.
A moan slips out of me, and I tilt my head back to give him more. “Fuck slow.”
He laughs against my neck and then drops me onto the bed. I bounce against the mattress and push up on my elbows just in time to watch him step back and drag his shirt over his head. My eyes drop immediately to his tattooed chest.
God, this man is unfairly hot.
And he loves me.
The thought makes me grin, and I have a feeling he knows what I’m thinking because he grins back while shoving his jeans down.
I need him so desperately. Need him like I’ve never needed anything or anyone before, but the second he leans in, I lift my foot and press my heel lightly to his chest, stopping him.
His brows pull together, and I shake my head. “You don’t get me that easily.”
The corner of his mouth lifts. “I already told you I love you, Prescott. What more do I need to do?”
I tilt my head and let my gaze drag over him, over the hard lines of his body, the ink, the way he’s looking at me, and I feel my clit throb.
“Get on your knees,” I say.
His brows shoot up for half a second, but then he drops without another word, kneeling between my legs.
A shaky breath leaves me as I gather my dress in my fists and drag it slowly up my thighs, over my hips, opening my legs wider for him. His eyes drop immediately, locking on the black lace between them, and the look on his face nearly makes me come.
I pull my panties aside, baring myself to him, and a rough groan tears out of him.
“You want me to eat your pussy?” His hands slide under my thighs and spread them wider, then he drags me down the bed until I’m right at the edge and his face is right there between my legs.
The scrape of his stubble against my inner thigh drives me insane, and when his nose brushes my clit, I suck in a breath.
“Prescott,” he says, glancing up at me, “all you had to do was ask. You know I have an oral fixation.”
He runs his tongue along my pussy, and I moan, my fingers twisting into the sheets.
“Cole,” I gasp, already breathless.
He doesn’t answer. Just keeps eating me, licking me—devouring me—as his hands tighten on my thighs when I squirm, holding me open for him while his mouth gets messier, hungrier, until I can’t do anything but grip his hair and take it.
“I’d fucking crawl through glass,” he pants, sucking my clit into his mouth, “for this pussy.”
“Fuck, Cole—”
My hips jerks, and I tug at his hair. I’m not even sure if I’m trying to keep him there or pull him off.
I don’t even know anymore. I can’t think.
Can’t do anything but lie there boneless while he sucks on my clit, sliding two fingers inside me.
He lifts his head to spit on my pussy and it drips through me, but he leans down and licks it right back up as he curls his fingers, and a broken cry tears out of me as the orgasm takes over my entire body, making my vision blur.
He doesn’t let up. Just keeps licking me through it, keeps his fingers inside me while I shake and squirm and try to pull away because it’s too much, too good, too intense.
“Oh god. Cole. I can’t—”
I haul him off me, my chest heaving, and he lets me pull him up with a rough sound that goes straight through me. His mouth is still wet and the look of hunger in his eyes nearly makes me come all over again.
I hook a hand around his neck and drag him down with me, my nails scraping over his stomach hard enough to make him shudder.
His mouth finds my throat, my collarbone, kissing and biting his way over my skin while his hands are everywhere at once—on my waist, in my hair, under the hem of my dress until he’s tugging it up and over my head.
My hand slides down over him, and when I palm him through his boxers, his eyes lower and his breath stutters.
He slides my panties down while I reach back and unhook my bra, and the second I’m bare in front of him, his eyes move over me slowly, taking in every inch like he’s standing in front of a painting he can’t believe he gets to touch.
The look on his face makes me feel dizzy.
I’ve never felt more wanted than I do right now, standing here with Cole looking at me like that.
He cups my face in both hands and kisses me so gently it feels like he’s cherishing me, worshipping me, and my heart clenches, squeezing so tight it almost hurts.
I reach between us and shove his boxers down, and he breaks the kiss with a rough breath as he kicks them off the rest of the way. My hand wraps around him, and the sound he makes when I stroke him sends pleasure shooting between my legs.
His head drops to my shoulder, his teeth sinking lightly into my skin. “Fuck, Prescott. Quit teasing me.”
I smile and tighten my grip just enough to make his hips jerk. “Aw, poor baby,” I murmur, rubbing my thumb over the tip. “You gonna come already?”
A groan tears out of him, his forehead pressing into my shoulder. “Aurora—”
I let him squirm for another second because, honestly, seeing Cole this undone over me is way too much fun, and then guide him where I want him.
His eyes drop to where we’re connected, and as soon as he pushes into me, slow and deep, my head falls back against the pillow because… fuck. I feel every inch of him, the stretch, the way he fills me so completely I can’t do anything but suck in a shaky breath and hold on.
“Fuck,” he groans, his eyes lifting back to mine.
“I missed this.” One hand comes up to my face, his thumb brushing over my mouth before his fingers slide into my hair.
“Missed your mouth,” he says roughly. “Missed these eyes.” His hips roll again, slow enough to make me whimper.
“Missed that fucking attitude of yours that drives me insane.”
He fucks me slow, keeping his eyes on mine as if he needs to see every reaction, needs to burn it into his memory. His hand finds mine and laces our fingers together, pinning them above my head, and the way he looks at me feels like my heart is going to crack in two.
He leans down and kisses my chest, right over my heart. “Don’t leave me,” he whispers against my skin, pressing kisses up my body, over my collarbones, the base of my throat.
His mouth finds my cheek, then the corner of my mouth, then my eyelids, kissing me everywhere. It should feel soft compared to the way he’s driving into me, but it doesn’t. It feels desperate.
“I love you,” he says, his voice breaking when he thrusts deeper. “Fuck, Aurora, I need you. I can’t breathe without you.
I lift my hand and cup his face. His throat moves when our eyes meet, and I notice his damp lashes, the raw, unguarded look in his eyes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this open. “Don’t ever leave me again.”
“Don’t give me a reason to,” I whisper.
He shakes his head immediately and drops his forehead to mine, his breath coming hard, still inside me.
“I won’t,” he says. “I’ll spend the rest of my life loving you the way you should’ve been loved from the start.
” His thumb brushes my cheek, his eyes holding mine.
“I’ll wake up every day with one purpose, Aurora.
To love you. To make you happy. To spend my life being the man who deserves to keep you. ”
His words make my heart thud against my chest. It feels like it’s trying to crawl out of my skin and attach itself to him.
Cole doesn’t say things like this and I never once thought he’d say them to me. It makes me feel wanted in a way I’ve never had before. Not chased after or desired for a night, but truly loved.
I want to drown in this feeling because I never thought I’d have it. Never thought I’d be the girl someone could love with this much certainty.
My hand slides down his back, and I grab his ass, dragging him deeper into me, needing him closer even though there’s nowhere left for him to go.
He drives into me deeper, harder, and I dig my nails into him, my head falling back against the pillow as the pleasure rolls through me, climbing higher and higher until I can’t catch my breath.
“Cole—”
My voice breaks on his name, and his mouth crashes into mine again, swallowing the sound as he keeps moving, each thrust knocking the air from my lungs until I come apart around him, moaning into his mouth, my fingers tangled tight in his hair.
He groans against my lips, and I feel the way he starts to lose it right after me. “Fuck—Aurora—I can’t hold out—”
“Don’t,” I whisper, barely able to get the word out. I drag my hand into his hair and make him look at me. “I want it. Come inside me.”
He thrusts into me, deep enough to make my breath catch, then again, and then he comes with a wrecked groan as he keeps thrusting into me slowly until he finally stops, shivering from the overstimulation.
For a second after, neither of us moves.
We just stay there, tangled up and breathing hard, my heart pounding so hard it feels like it’s trying to crawl its way out of my throat.
He kisses my neck first, then my shoulder, then the top of my chest like he doesn’t know how to stop touching me now that he’s got me here.
I don’t want him to.