18. Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Eighteen
Annie
I think I'm dying. I'm breathing fire. My thoughts are scattered. I have no control over my body or the babbling words tumbling out of my mouth as Cole eats me like a man eating his last meal.
It's definitely better than some other ways to die.
But if I am going to die, I want to come first.
I feel that familiar feeling building inside of me, the long pulls of pleasure in my belly. I couldn't keep quiet if my life depended on it.
Luckily, Cole's mansion is so damn big, and the rooms seemingly soundproof, that I can be loud.
"Cole," I beg, my hands gripping his hair as he takes me up, up, up the cliff.
My thoughts scatter as he works the two fingers inside of me and alternates between his lips and tongue, sending me to the very brink.
But before I can tip over the edge, he stops.
Again .
The bastard.
He works his way up my body, chuckling.
"A bastard, huh?" he says.
I didn't realize I'd said that out loud.
"Cole, please," I pant. "I can't."
"You can't?" he repeats, and there's a glint in his eye.
"I can't, not again," I whimper, writhing under him.
"You can," he says. "You will."
He's stroking my nipple gently with his fingers and watching me squirm. My juices are coating his lips, and I watch as his tongue snakes out and runs over them.
"Fuck," I groan, and he chuckles.
"Is this what you were imagining?" he asks.
I blink and try to focus on his words.
"W-what?"
"When you were touching yourself." He leans down and brushes his lips over mine, letting me taste myself on him. Something he seems to love doing. "Is this what you were imagining?"
Unable to help myself, I wrap my arms around his neck and bring his lip more firmly down to mine.
"Not in my wildest imagination," I murmur honestly.
"Good or bad?" he questions.
"Good," I moan. "So, so good."
It's true, too.
This is nothing like what I thought it would be.
Even after Cole told me—what he liked and what he expected.
He is demanding and controlling and—
My thoughts scatter again when his fingers slip inside of me.
"You're so fucking sexy, Annie," he murmurs, and the praise sends a wave of heat through me.
"Cole, please," I say helplessly.
There's a groan of satisfaction from him, and I know he's enjoying my words, my tone. He did say he wanted me to cry and beg.
"I'm so close. I need it now!"
He pulls back, and I nearly sob in frustration.
"Annie," he says, and there's a command in his voice.
Reluctantly, I look at him.
"You don't want to come?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, I want to come," I say, the words practically exploding out of me.
I glare at him.
"Don’t you dare make demands," he says, a dangerous note in his voice. “Do you understand me?”
His fingers are still inside me, and they're moving slowly, gently, just enough to keep me teetering on the edge.
"I'm sorry," I say, the words slipping out.
He smiles, a slow, wicked grin.
"You're forgiven," he says, his lips brushing against mine.
His hand moves faster, and the pleasure rises in me.
I gasp.
"Cole," I warn, knowing that if he keeps this up, I'm going to come, whether or not he's giving me permission.
Once again, he moves down my body, and I almost cry out in relief when his mouth is on me, sucking, licking, stroking.
The pleasure rises, and he keeps me there, on the edge, until he adds another finger.
"Oh God," I groan, and he groans with me.
"Getting you ready for my cock," he murmurs. "Going to have to stretch you nice and wide."
The words send a bolt of lust through me.
"That's it," he urges.
My hips lift, and he holds them down.
"Don't move," he says .
I try, but his mouth and hands are too much, and the pleasure is building inside me.
"You're so fucking sexy," he murmurs, and my heart beats even faster.
I've never felt so... alive. So desired.
My hands grip his hair, and I writhe against him, the pleasure mounting inside me.
"Oh God, Cole," I pant. "Cole, Cole, Cole!"
His name falls from my lips, and he moans, the sound vibrating through me.
"Gonna make you come so hard," he promises, his voice a low rumble.
He wraps his lips around my clit and sucks, and his fingers thrust into me over and over, and the pleasure inside me rises.
"Cole, I'm going to come," I warn, the pleasure getting to the point where I can't hold it off any longer.
"Yes. Come, Annie," he says. "Come all over my tongue."
He ramps up the intensity, and I feel his fingers curl inside me, rubbing my g-spot.
And I can't hold off anymore.
My orgasm rips through me, and I come apart with a cry, my back arching. Pleasure pours over me, and my muscles clench. I think I might actually be dying.
I feel a scream tear out of my throat as the pleasure keeps going, never descending.
This is unlike any orgasm I've ever had.
This is the kind of thing people write books about.
But no words could ever do it justice.
I feel like I've been turned inside out, and all I can do is lie there helpless as the pleasure pours over me. I don't know how long I come for, but finally, the pleasure becomes too much, and I collapse onto the bed, gasping for breath.
Slowly, I become aware of Cole's hands, softly stroking my skin, his lips brushing against mine as he murmurs praises to me.
"Good girl," Cole murmurs, and then his lips are on mine. "You did so damn well, Annie. You were perfect."
I can't respond.
My thoughts are still a jumbled mess, and I'm trying to get my body back under my control. I taste myself on his lips and tongue, and it's somehow hotter than anything else we've done.
I don't know how long it takes, but eventually, my heart rate slows, and I can breathe again.
"Cole," I murmur, and he makes a noise deep in his chest.
"You are a fucking dream, Annie," he says.
"Mmm," is all I can manage.
His fingers stroke me, and the aftershocks make me shiver.
"You're sensitive," he observes, his fingers trailing over me, and the pleasure is almost too much.
"Yes," I hiss.
"How did it feel, coming all over my face, Annie?"
The crude words coupled with his tender caresses send a bolt of lust through me.
"Amazing," I say truthfully.
"It was beautiful," he says. "You're stunning."
His lips brush against mine, and I wrap my arms around him, needing his strength, his power.
I've never felt so raw, so exposed.
He leans his forehead against mine, and we stay like that for a few minutes, just breathing together.
"You okay?" he asks.
"Yeah," I say.
"Was that good?"
"Are you serious?" I say, and he grins.
"It's important to ask," he says.
I nod, a little overwhelmed by the whole thing.
"Thank you," I say.
"What are you thanking me for?"
"For asking."
He leans down and brushes his lips against mine.
"You're welcome," he says.
We lay together for a while, his hands and mouth on me, exploring.
"Cole?" I say.
"Hmm?" he says, his lips nibbling my collarbone.
"That was slow and careful?"
He pauses, throws his head back and laughs. He rolls over onto his back, his arms around me taking me with him. His hand strokes my hair, keeping my cheek pressed to his chest.
I relax against him and listen to his heart beating, the deep rumble of his laughter.
"Yes," he says, still chuckling. "Believe it or not, that was slow and careful."
Lust roars through me and straight to my pussy again at his words.
"Really?" I stutter.
"Oh yeah," he says, and now the humor is gone from his voice, replaced by something deeper. "There's much, much more, Annie."
He strokes my cheek and watches me with careful eyes .
"We'll be a lot more slow and careful for..." He stops to think of an appropriate word. "Penetration."
My cheeks flush.
That's right. Even after all that, he still hasn't been inside me.