Chapter 40
YASMINE
It’s Saturday morning and the sun is shining through the wall-to-wall glass windows that are covered in barely there black veiled drapes.
Dappled in light, Cole’s lips brush mine as he drives himself in and out of my body.
This isn’t sex. It’s never felt like that with him.
It’s always deeply intimate, as if he’s making love to me. There’s no mistaking it.
His cock drags against the exact spot deep inside that makes me arch my back, my impending orgasm looming.
“Come for me, baby.” He lifts my leg, holding it against his waist to tilt my hips at a precise angle that will make me chant his name.
Slow and gentle, tender even, he takes long, languid strokes, pressing his hips into mine as he undulates his hips in waves. Our mouths meet, tongues gliding over each other as we ascend, then unite, our hearts beating in sync.
Our bodies detonate together, my inner walls flutter around his cock as we come undone and he fills me with his cum.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he says, panting against my lips, his body jerking as he pumps the last of his release inside of me. “I…” he says again, but doesn’t finish whatever he wanted to say, then he surprises me with, “I think I’ve been waiting for you my whole life.”
“I know,” I tell him. “I feel the same.”
“I’m so lost in you, sometimes I can’t think straight.”
Oh boy, I’m in so deep. “You’re all I see.” I tell him my truth.
“You’re all I need. All I crave, all I want.” He opens his heart to me.
He’s all I need too.
Our bodies crave each other, and between the sheets, we are hot enough to melt asphalt.
I get heart flutters when I see him, feel excited whenever he texts, and I cherish every conversation and every small thing we do together, even discussions about the Hart Law app, which we’ve discussed a lot of between fucking each other’s brains out throughout the night.
He kisses my lips, then slowly, with the gentlest movements, slides out of me and kisses my neck. He moves down my chest until he sucks a nipple into his mouth, causing me to gasp.
I’ve never been a fan of having my nipples played with before, until Cole.
Although recently, my nipples have been super sensitive.
It’s as if he’s woken up parts of me that have lain dormant for years.
His touch feels incredible. Even the way he looks at me, like the way he is now, looking up, his eyes sparkling with devilment has my stomach doing cartwheels.
“I want to show you something.” His face splits into a wide grin. “It’s something I’ve never shown anyone before.”
A slow smile stretches my mouth with excitement in response. “What is it?”
“More like, where is it?” He grins cheekily, as if he’s hiding a secret or is the insider on a joke.
My heart rate spikes, adrenaline rushing through my brain. “Where and what is it?” I ask.
“If you get in the shower and can be ready in an hour, then I’ll show you,” he replies.
“Okay.”
He’s always full of surprises. What the hell is he up to now?
I don’t know why I ever thought I should run from him that evening at the nightclub, because now all I want to do is run to him.