Chapter Twenty-Two #2
Shimmying down farther, I took him in my mouth, sucking deep, gratified at the sound of the ragged groan of my name.
I settled in, teasing and sucking. I could feel him getting closer and closer to the edge.
His body was taut and shivering. His fingers tightened in my hair, and he said my name once more. But I could barely hear.
All I wanted was to push him all the way over.
When I sucked him in once more, swirling my tongue along the back of his cock, he jerked, and his release spurted into my mouth and over my hand as I drew back.
I teased a little bit more with another slow suck before I straightened and rose up to look down at him.
His eyes were dark, flashing with fire. “Fuck me, Adele,” he rasped, his tone reverent.
I giggled again. Only Cole had this effect on me. “We’re getting there,” I pointed out.
I loved his answering low chuckle. His hand slid down from my hair to rest on the curve of my hip.
“Do you need a few minutes?” I asked.
His eyes locked to mine, and I might as well have dared him. He shook his head. “Oh, no. Don’t you worry. Although I do need a condom,” he added.
Before I could open my mouth to say anything, he shifted, deftly rolling out from under me and scooping his jeans off the floor. A moment later, a condom landed on the bed beside me.
“Well, aren’t you prepared?” I teased.
He rolled his eyes. “Always. I’m a wilderness guide, a firefighter, and a first responder. I have to be prepared for all possibilities.”
“Am I a possibility?” I teased, although emotion crested in a wave inside, startling me with its swiftness and force.
“You’re far more than that, Adele.” Cole’s tone was clear and serious.
My heart flipped in my chest, and I tried to catch my breath as his knee sank on the bed again, and he began to kiss me. I was still half seated.
Our kiss went on and on and on, open and hot and messy. Before I knew it, I was straddling him again, and he was rolling the condom on, already fully aroused. He had teased me to madness with his hot fingers between my thighs, slick from my arousal.
His eyes stayed locked with mine as he shimmied back to rest against the headboard, murmuring, “You seem to like to be in charge.”
I guess I did. Maybe because it made me feel a little less vulnerable. That wasn’t something I wanted to contemplate. But usually, I took charge because I just wanted things to be over with.
This experience with Cole felt as if I was chasing something. Not because I wanted anything to be over, but because I simply needed him so badly on such an elemental level. My body, my nerves, felt strung tight, about to snap from the force of anticipation.
“Maybe not always,” I gasped.
“Mmm,” came his murmur, just before his lips closed over a nipple.
I felt the hum of his word as another sensation spinning into the rest. I was gasping again with my hips rocking over the underside of his cock, where it teased my clit.
I was so desperate. I just needed relief, release.
I also needed him inside me. I wanted to feel him filling me and stretching me.
I made an impatient sound, and he leaned back, releasing my nipple with a pop.
“Please?” I begged, startled at just how desperate I was.
“Anything for you, sweetheart,” he murmured.
His hand slid down my back to curl around my hip, shifting me up to position me over his cock. I felt the press of his thick crown at my entrance just as he asked, “Are you sure about this?”
My eyes flew open. “Please, Cole.”
He eased me down. I closed my eyes, letting out a whimper at the delicious stretch of him filling me, thick and long. He brought me down until I was seated fully over him. I held still, savoring the feeling until he spoke.
“Look at me, Adele.”
I could barely drag my eyes open, but I managed.
The moment our gazes locked, I couldn’t have looked away if my life depended on it.
He nudged a little deeper before one palm slid up my back to press between my shoulder blades.
He levered me forward just slightly, creating an angle where every time he moved into me, there was pressure over my clit.
I was chasing my release in a matter of seconds.
His eyes held mine as I panted and gasped each time he filled me again and again…
and again. I lost sight of everything but him.
The only thing anchoring me in this moment was his gaze as the storm rushed through me.
He reached between us, teasing his fingers over my clit as he filled me once more.
I cried his name as I came all over his cock.
His own hoarse cry joined the sound of my voice as I felt him fill me once more. His whole body shivered as his hand clamped on my hip, his fingers pressing deep. We shuddered together until I finally collapsed against him, gasping his name one more time.
If this had been anybody other than Cole, I would have been mortified. I was out of my mind, so wracked with pleasure, I didn’t care that I’d begged, that I’d said please, that I’d cried his name.
Gradually, the pleasure slowed into lazy eddies in my body, and I could finally breathe. I felt his hands sifting through the ends of my hair. His grip slowly eased on my hip, and I felt the motion of his lips on the curve of my neck as he said, “Oh, Adele.”
His breath tickled my skin along with the subtle brush of his stubble. I reluctantly lifted my head. I could have stayed in this moment forever. I loved it that much. But I was also almost afraid to look at him, afraid that maybe I’d been more lost than he had.
But when our gazes met, it felt like looking in a mirror. I saw the same almost shock and uncertainty flickering there.
“Adele.” He took a quick breath.
“That was…” I began to say before my words trailed off because I didn’t know what I was going to say.
His gaze searched mine. “Incredible?” His voice lilted in question.
I giggled. “Yes.”
I didn’t know what to do now. I’d never felt like this with a man. Usually, sad to say, sex had been nothing but a disappointment. But now, I didn’t want this moment to end. And yet, I was afraid after this it would turn out to be a fluke. That maybe…
“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but stop.”
Cole’s voice broke through my spiraling train of thought and my eyes whipped to his. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t know. You started to look worried there.”
I giggled. “Okay, maybe I did.”
He nodded. “We’re going to sleep after we shower,” he announced.
He lightened the mood with teasing as we disentangled ourselves, and he dragged me into the shower with him, kissing me under the steaming water and then tossing me a towel when we stepped out. His eyes stayed on me as I dried off. I started to feel self-conscious and glanced over.
“Stop it,” I ordered.
He shook his head slowly. “No, ma’am.”
“Ma’am?”
He grinned. “I like looking at you, Adele. Is there something wrong with that?”
He was serious, and my heart twisted in my chest as I shook my head, relieved that my skin was already pink all over from the steamy, hot shower. A little while later, we fell asleep together.
Cole was warm and strong, his presence a comfort in a way I never expected.