Chapter 38
COLE
“Wow. Your house is…” Yasmine says, thinking as she looks around.
“Nothing like you imagined?” I ask.
Shaking her head, she replies, “No. It’s so bright, with white walls that go on for meters. It’s very un-you-like.”
“I fucking hate it.” I pour two glasses of chilled white wine and walk into the dining area where she’s standing, looking stunning in black leather pants, biker boots, and a Warriors top.
She exudes effortless sexiness, and I’ve been thinking about how her long black hair would feel wrapped around my hand again—that grip pulling her neck back so I can kiss her.
It feels like a lifetime ago since the first night we spent together, and I’m desperate to kiss her again.
Surprised, she shifts her attention from the apartment to me and asks curiously, “So why do you live here?”
I hand her the glass, cheers the lip of our glasses together, causing them to make a high-pitched ching, then take a sip of my wine before saying, “I bought this place intending to refurbish it, but my heart has never been in love with it. It doesn’t feel right.
” Plus I have my church renovation underway, but I don’t tell her that.
Yasmine turns fully to face me, and with a serious tone, she asks, “Does your heart always tell you when something feels right or wrong?”
“Yes,” I say firmly.
Setting her glass on the dining table, she moves closer, hooks her finger into my belt loop, pulls my hips toward hers, and asks in a whisper, “And what does your heart say about me?”
It’s urging me to commit completely to her, to declare she’s the one, and to ask her to move in with me immediately.
That might make me seem like a desperate fool, which I definitely am.
To avoid frightening her away, I hold back and say, “It’s telling me to be careful with your heart, not to break it, and to ask you to spend the night with me. ”
She licks her lips before lifting one side of her mouth up in a cute smirk. “But I don’t have anything to sleep over in.”
I throw her a mischievous grin. “You won’t be needing clothes for what I have planned.” I say similar words to her from the night we spent together because I know she’s teasing me.
“Oh yeah?” she asks in a low, sultry tone, her voice dripping with need.
“Yeah.” I suck in a breath, my pulse quickening as I leave a millimeter between our mouths, her hot breath dusting across my skin.
I gently lift her chin with my knuckle to make her look at me. My heart skips a beat because I can see myself falling for her, although I know it’s already happening.
When I told her we would take things slow, I may have been lying.
I’m done waiting. I want her now. And to fuck her until she’s screaming my name again.
I want her to crave only me, and most importantly, I want her in bed with me every night and morning, to wake up to that face, her smile, and her incredibly intelligent, sexy mind that I can’t get enough of.
My body is practically vibrating with impatience, and all the blood rushes to the tip of my dick, confirming that my obsession with her is real and true.
“Yasmine.” I could say her name all day and never get bored, my mouth instantly dry, my cock thickening in my jeans.
Eyes locked because I can’t look away, I extend my arm to the side and stumble to find the dining table, praying that it’s not far off. I place my wine glass on the surface when I feel the cool glass top hit my fingertips, making a tink sound that tells me it’s securely in place.
“I want you, Cole.”
My dick twitches in my boxers at her confession. “How bad?”
“I’m so wet for you,” she admits, panting, her chest moving in and out.
“I’m so hard for you.” I wrap my hand around her wrist and push it between us to prove my point, rubbing her palm over my painfully hard cock to ease the ache.
“I can help you with that.” She tilts her head to the side, as if getting ready to kiss me, then squeezes my cock over my jeans, making me let out a long groan, and I release her wrist, but she rubs me, up and down in hypnotic strokes, making precum leak from the tip of my dick.
I buck my hips and push myself into her touch.
She blinks, all wide-eyed and flushed cheeks. “I want you to fuck my mouth.”
“Baby.” I suck in a breath when she drops to her knees. “We should move to the bedroom.”
“No.” her one word is firm as she shakes her head. “I want you now.”
With expert hands, she unbuckles my belt, unbuttons my jeans, then undoes my fly.
Hooking her fingers inside my jeans and the elasticated waistband on my boxers, she eases them down my hips, allowing my cock to spring free, and I help her, tugging them the rest of the way so they pool at my ankles before toeing off my biker boots to allow her to pull my jeans off completely, taking my socks off with them.
“I’ve wanted to taste you again for so long.” Her words softly fall from her pretty, painted, glossy lips as she wraps her hand around my shaft and slowly moves her fist up and down, pumping with just the right amount of pressure.
“Fuck,” I blurt. My voice is heavy with frustration because I’m desperate to be inside of her again, but I cannot bring myself to stop her from what she’s doing.
The way she’s stroking me feels so fucking good, and I cup my hand around her jaw, my fingertips digging into her delicate skin, being careful not to hurt her.
“Baby, we should stop,” I groan, not meaning a word of it, my mouth dropping open, getting lost in the moment.
My brain stutters in my skull. I can’t concentrate when she’s stroking me with her soft hands.
“Fuck yeah, just like that, baby.” I look down at her as she looks up, her breathing matching mine, beat for beat, in and out.
She smears the precum that’s leaking like a tap from my slit over the head of my cock with the pad of her thumb.
“I’m so fucking hard for you, Yasmine.” My muscles tighten as she touches me, pleasure flooding every inch of my body.
“You have a beautiful cock, Cole.” She rubs her thumb over my slit down the thick vein of my shaft, then does this over and over again, teasing me, working me, sending my heart rate racing.
She lifts her thumb to her mouth and licks the precum from it. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks every last drop, and I get a visual of what she would look like doing that to my cock again, my brain remembering the way she sucked me as if her life depended on it the first night we spent together.
“You taste so good,” she hums.
She goes back to stroking me up and down with a firm hold, which I love, but I say, “Bedroom.” My command comes out more like a whimper because with her other hand, she cups my balls, squeezes them a little, then gives them a tug.
“Aw, fuck.” I love that she’s not gentle and I want her to squeeze my cock until I’m roaring her fucking name again.
I might not last long because I’ve been envisioning this moment and dreaming of us reconnecting like this.
“I love the way you touch me.” It’s like she’s pouring love into my skin through her gentle touch.
It suddenly strikes me that she cares for me as much as I care for her; otherwise, she wouldn’t be touching me so tenderly.
She blows my brain and causes my balls to draw up inside my body when she grips my cock at the root, squeezes it hard, which is just as well, as it helps to calm the orgasm that is already threatening to explode. But that all goes to shit when she pulls my cock greedily into the back of her throat.
“Holy fucking shit,” I yell. I thought she might have taken her time, but I know how much she enjoys giving blow jobs, not just with anyone, but specifically with me because it’s what she told me the night at the airport hotel.
I hold the sides of her beautiful face and fuck her mouth. She gags when I go too deep but doesn’t stop, as she sucks me harder, bobbing her head back and forth, moaning like she’s loving every hot-as-hell minute.
Digging her nails into the skin of my ass, she encourages me to keep going, but I pull out and hold my cock at the base and grin down at her.
Slowly, she runs her hands up my abs, making me moan from her touch, and I tap the head of my cock against her lips, painting them with my precum, transferring some of her shiny lip gloss onto my head.
“I love your tattoos, Cole,” she coos.
If she loves my tattoos, could she love me?
Shut up, Cole. Stop jumping the gun.
Her hands explore my branded skin covered in black ink.
The contrast of the blank-canvas skin of her arms against my heavily decorated body does something inside of me I can’t explain.
She’s so pure and untouched, and the desire to mark her with my fingerprints, my touch, and kisses makes my heart zoom a little faster.
Grinning up at me, her eyes full of desire, she sticks her tongue out and licks my length from base to tip with her wet, hot tongue, flicking it against the thick vein of my dick. “Fuck, you’re so good at that.”
She nods and pulls me into her mouth again, making me throw my head back with a deep groan. I almost come right then and there when she goes to town on my cock, sucking me like a woman possessed, as if I’m the best thing she’s ever tasted.
Swirling her tongue around my tip, she sucks, licking me repeatedly, then moves her hand up and down my shaft, making a tunnel for me to fuck.
It’s twice the pleasure, and I know I’m not going to last much longer.
Her mouth is warm and wet, and the tip of my cock throbs hard as if it’s about to explode.
Yasmine hums a tune that suggests she’s thoroughly enjoying herself, which I find incredibly arousing. No one I’ve been with before has been as enthusiastic as Yasmine, clearly prioritizing pleasing me above all else.
Pushing my dick out of her mouth with her tongue, she commands, “Come for me.”
Her demand makes me feel amazing, in a way I don’t quite understand but I like how she takes control, a lot. I grab her hair and pull it into a ponytail so I can watch her give me the best blow job I’ve ever experienced.
My chest feels like it’s burning as our intimacy deepens, and my desire for her is beyond words. All I know is I want her to be mine, not only for tonight but for eternity. Yasmine slaps my ass then sucks me deeper into her mouth and I can’t help the loud groan that roars from my chest.
And then it happens. It’s game over. I come, all over her tongue and down her throat as she sucks me dry, sliding her tongue along the throbbing vein that runs the length of my shaft.
My legs shake as one of the most intense orgasms I’ve experienced pulses through my body and up through my balls. I let go of her hair, making it fall back around her face in waves while I grab onto the edge of the dining table to steady me as thick ropes of cum slide down her throat.
She pumps me, slowly, in and out of her mouth as she swallows every drop of my release.
“You’re fucking beautiful.” She looks even more striking with her tousled hair, swollen lips, and black eyeliner smudges under her tear-filled eyes.
Slowly, she slides me out of her mouth and kisses the tip, causing me to shudder. My body only responds to her this way, and I know without a shadow of doubt she’s my person.
The one.
Holding out my hand to help her up off the floor, I cradle her face in my hands and swoop in for a kiss, tasting myself on her lips.
We fuck each other’s mouths with our tongues, and we moan and groan together in perfect harmony, our hands moving fast as we rip each other’s clothes off.
The need to get each other naked again is brutal to the point of desperation, and I can already feel myself growing hard again as we claw at each other, shedding clothes, scattering them everywhere around us by our feet.
“I need you,” I pant.
“I’m all yours.”