Chapter 16 #3
His expression shifts as he scrutinizes my face—concern gives way to need, worry to desperation. He rears up on his knees, yanks my ass up onto his thighs, and tucks my feet into his armpits, then grabs me by the hips and thrusts into me, a single hard slide. “How’s that, Sweet Thing?"
I cry out as the new angle has his shaft grind against some hitherto undiscovered sensitive part of my sex, making my breath rush out of me in a ragged wail, making my hips buck against him in a helpless spasming thrust. "Oh fuck! Cole!"
His mouth hangs open, and his eyes rake over my body, hungrily watching the rolling and swaying of my tits with each surge of his cock, and then his gaze travels down to where we're joined, and his gaze darkens as he watches my pussy swallow him.
"Look, Sweet Thing." He presses the tip of his middle finger to my clit. "Look at us, baby."
I do a curl and wedge my elbows under me, and fuck, that is hot, the way my pussy stretches around him, the way the dusky flesh of his cock glistens as it emerges from my folds, the way my body accepts him inside me until our bodies are one.
I whimper as he thrusts, cry out as he touches my clit. I push his hands to my tits. "I don't wanna come yet. Just fuck me, baby. Please. Harder. Faster."
He clutches my breasts and drives into me, the force and speed of his thrusts unchanging, even as I feel him throb inside me. "No," he snarls. "Not rushing this."
And he does not, and it drives me wild. Himself, too.
I feel him shaking all over with the effort of restraining himself—each thrust is glacially slow, driving into me by millimeters, right up to the last inch or so, and then he slams into me hard, and I scream each time helplessly.
His hands grip me by the hips and hold me in place, pull me back toward him as he thrusts, and white heat shimmers through me, centered behind my belly, pressure washing through me, pressing outward from my clit, from my navel.
The raw need in Cole's eyes is everything—he looks at me as if he's afraid I’m going to disappear, and he has to memorize what I look like while he can; I tuck that thought away for later. He pulls away just as slowly, drawing out until I’m about to lose him, before slowly gliding back into me.
I lose track of time as he takes me, and each slow thrust builds the heat inside me until it's titanic and unbearable, and yet there's nothing I can do but wait for him to push me over the edge. And I’m in no hurry—as desperate as I am to reach climax, I don't want this to end.
"Don't stop, CoCo!" I whimper. "Please. Please, don't ever stop."
“Never," he snarls. "Take you just like this forever."
"Promise?" I beg, not bothering—or daring—to hide the fraught intensity of emotions boiling inside me.
This was supposed to be a distraction from the heaviness, but I don't think it's going to work like that.
I feel him shuddering as he holds himself back. "Cole. Promise me. Please."
"Forever," he whispers, his eyes red and wet. I reach up and cup his cheek, brush a thumb under his eyes. He turns his face away, but I pull it back. "Don't hide, honey. Please. Don't hide and don't hold back."
He clears his throat with a rough coughing growl, and he palms my breasts in both hands while powering into me.
"Yes!" I wail. "Cole, yes! Just like that, baby. Please."
He clutches my thighs to his chest, shifts forward to press his belly against the backs of my thighs and my ass, and drives into me, and the depth and the angle have him grinding against that place deep inside me, have me jerking in a spastic shudder of orgasmic ecstasy.
"Holy fucking shit, Cole," I whimper. "I don't—holy fuck.
I don't know what you're doing, but please, for the love of god, don't stop doing it exactly like that. "
"You gonna come for me soon, Sweet Thing?" he growls.
"Yes!" I cry. "I'm—oh, oh, oh fuck oh god, Cole. Again, just like that. Please."
He gives me another hard, slow thrust, once again hitting that magical spot. "Like that?"
"YES!" I scream as the climax builds to a crescendo. "AGAIN!"
He withdraws…S L O W L Y…and then fucks into me again, just as slowly, just as deliberately, just as forcefully—and just as devastatingly. And yet I still can't come.
"Cole, baby, please," I whimper, planting my palm flat on his chest. "Please, I—I need—"
"Tell me what you need, Sweet Thing."
“You," I breathe. "Come with me, baby. Please. Right now. I—I can't come until you do, and I need to come."
I reach down between our bodies and find our union as he pulls almost out of me, and I circle his slick thickness with my fingers, caress him even as he slides into me, and then I find his balls and scratch them gently with my nails—eliciting a raspy growl from him. "Jesus, woman."
“Yeah?" I breathe. “I know how much you love it when I play with your balls.”
"Fuck, that feels…fuck."
I angle my thigh away so I can fit my hand between our bodies, so I can cup his balls, massage them as he thrusts, tease them and tickle them and caress them, raking my nails against his shaft as it slides through my folds.\
His eyes squeeze shut in concentration—he refuses to hurry. "Not yet, goddammit."
"Cole, please," I whimper—whine, more accurately. "Please."
His grip on my hips tightens, and he drags me hard against him as he thrusts—just as he has been this whole time, slow and slow and slow, and then hard at the last second, each thrust scraping his cock against that place inside me.
The mythical G-spot. Or, I thought it was mythical. Clearly, it is not, and he found it.
My brain is scrambled as he makes slow, deliberate love to me, his eyes never wavering from mine…except to soak up the sight of me splayed out for him.
"Lace," he whispers, his voice tight. “Soon."
I squeeze his balls with my hand and his cock with my inner muscles. "Please, Cole. Now. I need to come with you. Please, honey. Please."
"I love how you beg for me," he whispers.
"I'm desperate for you, my love," I answer. "Does it make you hot when I beg for your cock?"
"Hell, yeah, it does."
"Then, Cole, baby, please—I'm begging." I squeeze him with my pussy again, and he growls. "Please, please come for me. Come inside me. Fill me."
"Are….are you…?" he stares down at me. "Are you squeezing me…with your pussy?"
I grin up at him. "Yeah. You like that?"
"Fuck, Lacey. You keep doing that, and I’ll come in a fucking heartbeat."
"Is that so?" I whisper, grinning. "Like…this?"
All those Kegels are paying off, it would seem.
I don't know if the endless sets of Kegels I did for years after giving birth kept me tight like I read they were supposed to, but clearly, the fact that I have enough control over those muscles to squeeze him hard enough that he can feel it… worth it for that alone.
At the clench of my sex around him, he cries out in a ragged voice, pounding into me helplessly hard. "FUCK! Lacey, Jesus!"
“Yeah?" I whisper.
“That feels…"
I clench around him every time he drives home inside me, my hands flat on his chest, raking down his thighs. "What, Cole? Tell me how it feels."
"Fuck—too fucking good. I—god, Lace. I can't—" he cuts off with a snarl and another hard, helpless thrust as I squeeze him. "FUCK! I can't help it, Lace. I can't—I can't—"
"Good," I breathe. "Don't. Give it to me, Cole."
He curls a hand under my neck and another under my back at my shoulder blades, and he lifts me upright so I'm straddling him while sitting on his thighs.
My legs cinch around his waist and hook behind his buttocks, and I cling to his neck and bury my fingers in his hair and tug his head back on his neck so he gazes up at me with my tits in his face.
I cup a breast and offer it to him as I lift up, sink down, and again, as he leans back and thrusts into me, his huge, hard cock drives against my G-spot and makes the white stars dance in my vision, makes my climax boil inside me, now a raging inferno of wild desperation.
He suckles on my nipple, grunting and growling wordlessly as he fucks me, and I squeeze around him and slap my ass down onto his thighs—in this position, I have some control over our pace, and I need to make him come, to destroy the last of his impressive control.
“Lacey, oh my god, lace. God, god I love you," he gasps, the words hot on the puckering flesh of my aching, wet nipple.
I guide his mouth to my other breast. "This one now."
He devours me, and the hard suction of his mouth on my nipple makes me wail, and then he fucks up into me, and I scream, and he pulls back and suckles, and fucks, and I scream again, louder, wilder, and I slam onto him and squeeze him—
And just when I think I'm never going to actually come, the world explodes.