32. Chapter Thirty Two
Chapter Thirty Two
Annie
The villa is quiet, the hallway dimly lit as we pad along the tiled floor. Cole's hand is warm and rough, his fingers laced through mine, holding tight.
When we reach the door to his room, he glances at me. His expression is unreadable, and for a moment, I wonder what he's thinking.
But then his lips curl into a smile, and all thoughts slip from my mind as he pulls me into the dark room and closes the door.
He doesn't turn on the lights. He doesn't have to. There's enough moonlight filtering in through the open windows to see everything we need.
"Cole—" I start, but before I can finish the thought, he's kissing me.
His mouth is hot and demanding, stealing my breath away. His hands are everywhere—gripping my hips, sliding up my back, tangling in my hair. I can't help but moan as his tongue slides against mine, sending sparks of heat through my body.
He pulls back just long enough to murmur, "God, Annie. You drive me crazy. "
Then his lips are on mine again, the kiss hungry and wild.
I gasp against his mouth as his hands move to my waist, tugging at the ties holding the dress up. The silky fabric slips away, falling to the floor, leaving me standing before him in just my panties.
"Fuck," he groans, his voice low and husky. "Look at you."
I blush a little, feeling exposed but not uncomfortable. His gaze roams over my body, taking in every inch of me. It makes me feel sexy, wanted, desirable.
He grazes the backs of his fingers over my breast gently, making my skin pebble, and my nipple draw tight and stiffen.
My breath hitches, and I arch toward him.
His eyes burn into mine as his fingers brush across my stomach, trailing lower and lower until they find the edge of my panties. He slips a finger beneath the fabric, teasing me.
I moan, desperate for more.
"You like that?" he asks, his voice dark and delicious.
I nod, biting my lip.
"What about this?"
He moves his hand to cup me, his thumb stroking my clit.
I gasp, my knees buckling. He holds me up, his other hand moving to my breast, rolling the tight peak between his fingers.
I can't help but arch against him, the sensations overwhelming.
He chuckles low in his throat, clearly enjoying the effect he's having on me. He continues to tease me, his fingers stroking and circling until I'm breathless and desperate, ready to explode.
"Please," I whisper, gripping his shoulders, needing him closer.
He doesn't say a word, just gives me a wicked smile.
Then, with a single swift motion, he scoops me into his arms and carries me over to the bed.
He sets me down gently, and then reaches for his shirt, pulling it off in one smooth motion.
My breath catches in my throat as I take in the sight of him, his bare chest gleaming in the moonlight. He's beautiful, every inch of him, and the way he's looking at me, like he wants to devour me, only makes him more irresistible.
He smirks at me, knowing exactly what he's doing.
He hooks his fingers into the waistband of his shorts and pulls them down, revealing his hard length.
I lick my lips, wanting to taste him. But it seems he has other plans.
He climbs onto the bed, his eyes locked on mine .
"I think it's time to make you scream." My breath hitches at the words.
And then his lips are on mine, his hands roaming my body.
I can't help but melt into him, surrendering to his touch, to the pleasure he's giving me.
But before I can lose myself completely, he pulls back and hooks his fingers in my panties, pulling them down in one swift motion.
"On your hands and knees," he commands.
I obey without hesitation, my body thrumming with anticipation as I turn away from him.
He moves behind me, his hands stroking my hips, the curve of my ass. I shiver as his fingers trail up my spine, brushing the sensitive skin at the nape of my neck.
"You're so fucking gorgeous, Annie," he growls, his voice low and thick with desire.
He moves a hand around to cup my breast, pinching the nipple lightly.
"You're mine."
"Yes," I breathe.
"Say it."
"I' m yours."
He leans down, pressing a kiss to my shoulder, the warmth of his body enveloping me.
"Good girl."
He moves his other hand down, slipping his fingers between my legs.
I gasp as he strokes my clit, my whole body quivering.
"Oh, God," I moan.
He chuckles low in his throat, clearly pleased with himself.
Then, without warning, he plunges two fingers deep inside me, making me cry out.
"Fuck," he groans, pumping into me, his fingers stroking the sweet spot deep within. "You're always so fucking wet for me, baby."
I can only moan in response, my mind clouded by pleasure.
He keeps fucking me with his fingers, his thumb rubbing my clit, the sensations sending waves of pleasure through my body.
"Cole, please," I beg.
"Please what?"
"I need you," I gasp.
He chuckles, withdrawing his fingers and moving closer. I can feel the tip of his cock pressing against my entrance, teasing me.
"Is this what you want?"
"Yes," I pant, pushing back against him.
He grips my hips, holding me steady as he thrusts into me, filling me completely.
"Fuck," he groans, his fingers digging into my skin.
"Yes," I gasp, arching into him.
He pounds into me, his rhythm fast and hard, the sensation overwhelming.
I moan, clutching the sheets and burying my face in the pillow, bracing myself as he slams into me over and over, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
"That's right, baby. Take it," he growls, his hips pistoning faster and harder.
"Cole," I gasp, teetering on the edge.
"Cum for me, Annie," he commands. "Let go."
The orgasm blows through me so quickly, it takes my breath away. I can barely make a sound as I spasm with pleasure, pulsing around his big cock inside me.
He grunts, gripping my hips tighter and thrusting deeper, once, twice.
Then all at once, he's not inside me anymore. The absence of his cock has me gasping and collapsing to the bed, a little stunned, a little confused .
Until he flips me over.
My head falls to the pillow, and I gaze up at him, dazed. He's on his knees, his hard, muscled body on full display, and his hand wrapped around his thick cock.
"You look so fucking good like this," he rasps, pumping his hand up and down his shaft.
"Like what?"
He leans forward, caging me with his arms. "Flushed and fucked."
My lips part, but no words come out.
He leans in closer, his mouth almost touching mine, and I can't help but lean in too, eager for the taste of his lips.
But he holds back, keeping that maddening distance.
"Play with your tits," he orders then sits back and begins stroking his cock again, his eyes raking over my body.
"Cole," I gasp, but my hands move to my breasts anyway.
"Do it," he says, his voice rough.
I hesitate for a moment, then slowly begin to touch myself, cupping and squeezing my breasts. I pinch the nipples lightly, just like he had earlier, and a wave of heat rushes through me.
He groans, pumping his hand faster.
"Fuck, baby. Just like that. "
I can't take my eyes off him, his muscles rippling, his face tense with pleasure.
"Cole," I whisper.
"Yes?"
"Please."
"What do you want, Annie?"
"Cum for me," I plead, arching up, desperate for him to claim me again.
"Not yet," he growls, his cock swelling. "Remember that first night, Annie? The night I came to your room?"
"Yes," I gasp.
"What were you doing before I got there?"
My breath hitches, remembering. "I was thinking about you."
"Were you touching yourself, Annie?"
I can barely breathe, let alone speak, but the intensity of his gaze, the desperation in his voice, propels me forward.
"I was going to, yes," I whisper, the confession burning my cheeks.
"Tell me," he orders.
"I was thinking about you," I repeat, "about what it would be like if you were there, if you were touching me."
"Where was I touching you?"
"Everywhere," I moan, losing myself in the fantasy. "I was imagining you kissing me, touching me, fucking me."
"Show me," he whispers roughly.
I open my eyes wide at his command.
"Show me what you would've done if I hadn't knocked on your door," he says, eyes intense, slowly stroking his cock.
"Cole—"
"I'm not asking," he warns.
I hesitate for a second, the heat of his gaze almost too much to bear.
But I know he won't stop until he gets what he wants, so with trembling hands, I slowly trail my fingers down my body, between my legs.
He watches, entranced, as I part my lips and slide a finger inside.
"Fuck," he groans, his cock straining in his hand.
I stroke myself, my finger gliding over my clit, the friction making me moan.
He keeps his eyes locked on me, his hand pumping faster and faster.
"That's right, Annie. Show me how you touch yourself," he growls.
"Cole, please," I beg, needing him inside me.
"I didn't tell you to stop," he snarls.
He leans forward again, his mouth almost touching mine. I can't help but lean into him, wanting the contact, needing him.
But he holds back, a breath away, his voice a low rumble.
"I'm not going to say it again," he threatens.
My hand trembles, but I keep stroking myself, my clit throbbing beneath my fingertips.
"I'm going to cum," I gasp, teetering on the edge.
"Not yet," he snaps, his voice taut.
"Cole—"
"Don't," he growls, his grip on his cock tightening.
"Please," I plead, the tension building, my whole body trembling.
"No," he says unrelenting. "Keep going. Keep touching that wet pussy. Show me what you do in the dark by yourself."
I moan, arching up, desperate for him. My fingers move faster at his words, circling my sensitive clit. My other hand kneads my breast.
"You're so fucking sexy, Annie. The way you touch your tight little pussy for me," he groans. "You drive me fucking wild."
I'm almost delirious with need as the pressure builds inside me .
His hungry eyes are all over me, piercing my skin with his heated gaze.
"Cole, please. Please."
"Do you want to cum?"
"Yes," I gasp, on the verge of exploding.
"Beg," he growls.
"Please, Cole," I cry out, tears leaking from my eyes with the effort to wait for his permission.
"Not enough. More." He's stroking his cock faster now, his other hand slides up my thigh and over my belly.
"I need it," I gasp, "Please, Cole. Please."
His fingers glide down, finding my clit, rubbing in slow circles.
I can't hold back.
"Oh, God. Cole, I'm going to cum," I groan, the sensation taking over.
"No!" he barks.
The encroaching orgasm shies back, like my body doesn't want to disobey him.
I'm panting, writhing, a sweat breaking out all over me.
"You're going to wait," he rumbles, "until I tell you."
"Cole, please, please, please." I'm sobbing now. "Can I please cum? Please? I beg you."
"Look at me," he demands.
I lift my head and look into his eyes, seeing the passion there.
"Now."
A shudder runs through my entire body, and I'm coming.
"Ahhhh," I cry, and then, "Oh! Oh, God. Oh, Cole. Oh, Cole."
The moment that my body tips over the edge, I feel Cole's cock thrust into me.
I scream.
I'm not even sure what I'm saying, or if any actual words are coming out, but Cole starts fucking me hard, thrusting into me roughly.
It feels like my orgasm goes on forever as the waves of pleasure ripple through me endlessly.
He's grunting, his hips slamming into me, his hands gripping my hips.
The pleasure is almost unbearable, and I'm lost in the feeling, barely able to breathe.
Then, all at once, it's too much.
My whole body shakes and convulses as I cum again.
I clutch Cole's back, my nails digging into his skin as the waves of pleasure crash over me
"Fuck, Annie, fuck," he moans .
His cock feels even bigger, harder, and the pressure inside is almost too much to bear.
"Cole," I sob, the pleasure threatening to rip me apart.
He pounds into me, his cock pulsing inside me.
"Cum for me again," he growls.
The words are all it takes.
I cry out, the orgasm hitting me like a freight train.
The world spins, my body shaking and trembling as the waves of pleasure wash over me.
He thrusts deep, burying himself inside me.
And then, his cock throbs, and I feel him coming.
The heat of his seed fills me, and I cling to him, riding out the pleasure together.
"Fuck," he groans, his chest pressed to mine.
My legs are shaking, my heart pounding. I can't believe how incredible that was.
I collapse against the bed, boneless and exhausted. Cole's body covers mine, his weight deliciously heavy.
He presses his lips to my temple. "Are you okay?" he murmurs.
"Mmm," is all I can manage, the words slipping away, everything fading away.
He smiles, then shifts his weight, pulling out of me. I can't help but groan a little at the loss of him.
"Come here," he whispers, gathering me in his arms.
I curl up against his chest, still trembling.
He presses another kiss to the top of my head.
"Just relax," he murmurs. "I've got you."
"Cole," I whisper softly, not really knowing what I'm saying.
"Shhh," he says, his thumb grazing over my cheekbone. "You did so well, Annie."
His hands are running up and down my back, stroking me holding me closely to his body.
"So amazing. You're perfect. My good girl," he whispers, his voice soft and warm.
"That was... incredible," I murmur, nestling against him, feeling safe and secure.
"Yes," he agrees. "You were. Perfect."
"I can’t believe I can cum like that. I never knew it could be like this," I say, still a little dazed.
"You deserve it," he replies. "And more. You deserve the world, Annie."
His words touch me, and I feel my eyes well up with emotion.
"Hey," he says, noticing, "I know it's a lot right now, baby. But I've got you. I'm not going anywhere. You're amazing. "
I'm too overwhelmed to respond, so instead, I burrow my face into his chest and inhale the intoxicating scent of him.
I want to stay like this forever, wrapped in his arms, breathing him in.
My breath hitches.
"It's okay," he murmurs, stroking my hair. "Just let it out. You've been holding onto it for too long."
The tears spill over, and I start to cry.
"I'm sorry," I say, my voice muffled by his chest.
"For what?"
"I don't know," I say, sniffling. "For being so emotional. For everything."
He chuckles, his chest rumbling against my cheek. "Don't apologize, baby. You have nothing to be sorry for."
"But, I'm a mess," I protest, trying to pull myself together.
"I happen to like messy," he replies, his voice teasing.
"Shut up," I mumble, swatting him playfully.
"Make me."
I laugh, the tears forgotten.
"You're terrible," I say, smiling up at him.
"Guilty," he says, his eyes twinkling.
He leans in and kisses me, then pulls back after a moment .
"Come here," he says, pulling me close.
I let him wrap his strong arms around me, feeling safe and content.
I sigh and relax into him.
He runs his fingers through my hair, and I'm lulled by his warmth and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
I don't know how long we stay like that, wrapped up in each other, but after a while, I realize that I'm exhausted but not so sleepy.
He must realize it too, because he speaks up.
"Annie?"
"Mm?"
"You should get some rest," he says gently.
I know he's right, but I'm not ready to let go of him just yet.
"I'm not ready to sleep yet," I whisper.
"No? How do you feel about the hot tub?" He presses a kiss to my head. "Hm?"
"Sounds perfect."