Chapter 31
I follow Cole into the house, wanting to respect her space but also wanting to make sure she knows I’m here if she needs me. I find her starfished on the king bed in the only bedroom in this cabin.
“There’s only one bed,” she mutters. Her eyes are closed, but she must sense me standing in the doorway.
“I figured we were past the point of sleeping in separate rooms, but I can take the couch if you need me to.”
She shakes her head side to side. “Can I ask you something weird?”
“Nothing can top me admitting I got a vasectomy for someone I wasn’t even speaking to at the time,” I joke.
“True…” She gives me a soft smile, opening her eyes to find me. “Will you—it helps sometimes to have like a weighted blanket, but we don’t have one of those here so can you…”
Cole gestures down toward her body in a limp way, as if it’s taking a lot of effort just to raise her arm.
“You want me to be your weighted blanket, Colette?” She nods, so I crawl onto the bed, over the top of her, lowering myself slowly so she’s getting some of my weight on her but not all of it.
I can feel Cole relax underneath me. “It’s stupid.”
“What is?” I ask.
“The fact that I need this. I get annoyed sometimes that my body seems unable to cooperate.”
“It’s not stupid. I’ll be your weighted blanket anytime, mon chou.”
Her hands wrap around my waist, tugging me down further. “No idea what that means but I’ve heard your mom say it before so I’m assuming you’re being nice. You need to stop being nice to me.”
Turning my head, I plant a firm kiss on her cheek. “No.”
“Is there more?” she whispers after a moment.
She doesn’t elaborate but I know what she means. Are there more things I haven’t told her? More things I’m hiding? “Yes.”
“Will you tell me?”
“Not yet, but I will. I promise.”
Her sigh is deep. “I don’t like that. I don’t like feeling like I’m missing something.”
“I know you don’t. Can you let me give you information in doses, please?”
She doesn’t agree so I release my elbows and let my entire weight fall on her.
“Benoit!” She squirms. “You’re—crushing—me!”
“Oops, sorry about that!” I’m not sorry. I roll off of her so we’re laying side by side. We both stare up at the ceiling, quiet as she processes.
After a moment, she props herself up on her elbow, turning to face me. I look up at her beautiful face, trying to decipher the look she’s giving me.
Leaning close, she runs her nose across my jawline. Once she reaches my ear, she whispers, “I’m going to fuck you now.”
“Yes, please,” I beg.
Cole climbs on top of me, straddling my hips. She grinds down slowly, finding me hard already. That perfect brow arches. “Eager, are we?”
“Always, Red. Always.”
She falls forward, kissing up my neck and across my face. When she sits back up, she pulls me with her, removing my shirt before lightly shoving me back down. “Your abs are stupid.”
“So stupid,” I repeat. “I’ll start skipping core day.”
“If you do that, I will contemplate murder.”
“Doubling core days, got it,” I mumble, distracted now as Cole also strips off her own shirt. She’s got some sort of sports bra situation going on and her tits look too restricted. “Take this off,” I say, sliding my finger under the bottom band.
Cole smirks, pulling it off and sending her ponytail swishing behind her. “Your body is anything but stupid, don’t change it,” I tell her.
“It will probably change as I get older,” she replies, factual as ever.
“And it will still be perfect.” I cup both of her breasts in my hands, rolling her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She moans, tossing her head back and arching into me. My dick is straining against my jeans, but she seems to enjoy the friction through her thin leggings. “Can I taste you?”
Dazedly she nods, shuffling her knees toward my face.
She realizes around the same time that I do that she’s still wearing pants.
Hopping off the bed, she strips the rest of her clothes off until she’s standing there looking like a goddess.
My eyes jump back and forth between her bouncing tits and swaying hips, frantic to drink the entire picture in.
She climbs back on top of me, stopping when I take her nipple into my mouth. She grasps my chin and holds me to her, taking exactly what she wants from me. “Good boy,” she whispers before maneuvering so her knees are on either side of my face.
“Sit,” I command. “Please,” I add when I hear her scoff.
“I love when you beg, Benoit.” She lowers herself partially down, waiting.
“Fuck,” I mutter. “Please, Colette, I want to taste you. Please sit on my face.” I turn my head and nip at her inner thigh.
Finally she drops her full weight onto me, and I fucking devour her perfect cunt. She cants her hips in time with my tongue, chasing the orgasm already. Cole tastes like honey and sunshine and mine.
I grip one of her thighs so hard she might have finger-shaped bruises tomorrow. I groan, lightening my grip, but she moves her hand over the top of mine and squeezes, urging me to stay firm. My other hand moves to her ass, gently teasing her rim.
“Fuck,” she whimpers, griding down harder. I might suffocate in her pussy, but what a way to go.
She’s so close, I can feel her thighs tightening around me. I push slightly harder against where my finger is playing with her ass, and she explodes. Her legs vice grip around my face, and I suck hard on her clit as she convulses above me, crying out my name.
My mind is rotating through, Fuck she’s so good and God, Benoit do not come.
Cole slowly comes down, collapsing onto the bed next to me, a thin layer of sweat coating her body. I kiss and lick my way to her mouth, planting a peck there. She forces my mouth open with her tongue, tasting herself on me. “Thoughts on meeting me out in the hot tub?”
She nods, clearly still lust addled. Unwillingly, I peel myself off of her, shedding my clothes on the bedroom floor too. When I look at Cole, her bottom lip is trapped between her teeth and her eyes are trained on my hard length.
“If we move to the hot tub, do I get that?” She nods toward my dick.
“Haven’t you figured it out yet? You get whatever you want, Red.”
The hot tub was already warming up, but I turn on the jets before scrambling in because its fucking freezing when you’re buckass naked. Cole saunters out a minute later with the entire duvet cover wrapped around her. She drops it right inside the door and then beelines to the hot tub stairs.
“Oh my God, this feels amazing,” she says, sinking into the water across from me.
I reach my arms out, unable to touch her where she’s sitting. “Come here,” I request, giving her grabby hands because I’m a desperate motherfucker.
She gives me a wicked grin before turning her body out toward the forest, leaning over the edge of the hot tub so her ass is in the air toward me.
“Red,” I warn. “Put that ass down or I’ll have to do something with it.”
Cole looks over her shoulder feigning innocence. “What will you do with it, Benjamin?”
Moving through the water, I open my mouth and take a big bite out of her right cheek before going back to where I was sitting. Cole’s pout is so adorable I’m tempted to do it again on the other side.
“Is that not what you wanted, Colette? You have to use your words, sweetheart.”
“I want you to fuck me, Benoit.” She’s so confident in her body, in her sexuality.
“Where?” I ask.
She laughs, turning to fully face me. She looks down hungrily at my cock, then slowly traces the tally mark tattoo on my hip. “We can do that too, but your ass is going inside to get the lube.”
“Cunt it is,” I reply. “But we’re circling back to the other option this weekend.”
Cole grins, returning to her previous position—ready and waiting.
I stand, teasing her slit with my tip. The cold air on the top half of my body juxtaposes with the heat bubbling below me, creating an elevated sensation as I push into Cole. She moans, arching back into me, pushing herself onto me.
Kissing up and down her spine, I whisper praise to her. “You’re so fucking tight, so perfect, so good for me. Mine, mine, mine.”
When I’m in to the hilt, I can’t help but set a punishing pace.
I want to make both of us come. I want Cole pliant in my hands.
She takes all of me beautifully. Of course she’s a vision of creamy skin against the now dark forest around us.
I wrap my fist around her ponytail, using it as an anchor as I thrust again and again into her heat.
“Ben, fuck, that feels so good,” she moans, and I can see her fingers turning white as she grips the edge of the hot tub. “Yes, yes. I’m going to come.”
I can feel it, feel her tightening around me. She reaches down to touch herself, and I fall apart. My thrusts become ragged as she closes like a vice grip around me, cresting into her second orgasm. It’s euphoric, being with her like this.
We both catch our breath with a laugh. Cole mutters one last fuck before pulling herself out of the hot tub and waddling penguin-like back into the house.
“You’ve never been hotter, Red!” I call through the closed glass door, laughing as she flips me off and then sticks her tongue out at me before closing the bathroom door.
Later that night when we’ve returned the duvet to the bedroom and snuggled tightly underneath, Cole turns in my arms to face me in the pitch black of night. “Thank you,” she whispers.
“For what?” I ask, curious as to how she’ll answer.
“For never asking me to be anything other than exactly who I am.”
“I like who you are,” I reply. I more than like who she is.
“I know you do.”
A few minutes later, her breathing evens out and I quietly voice the thing I’ve been scared to say for twelve years.
“I love who you are.”