Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Cole
There’s a knock at the door.
I swing it open to find Ella there, with a stack of towels in her arms.
For a moment, I don’t breathe. I can’t think. Everything just slips away like the waves churning against the shore.
“Did you request more towels, sir?” she says.
I grab the towels from her and throw them onto the floor.
She gasps and gives me a playful push on my chest, pretending to be pissed off as they pool at our feet.
“Oh come on.” She flops her arms at her sides, making her cute perfect little tits bounce. She saunters past me into the room, swinging her hips like a pendulum. “You didn’t have to throw them on the floor. Now I have to wash those again.”
My heart is slamming inside me like a fucking bass drum. I can feel it in my ears. The sound of the ocean, the churning waves, everything just sounds far away and dull. Gray. Even the sunlight streaming through the window seems dark and gray compared to the beauty flowing through Ella.
“I don’t want the fucking towels.”
“All right,” she says, turning around to face me. “Then what do you want? Directions to the best beach? We don’t have room service, but I’d love to make you a drink.”
“I don’t want any of that.”
I stalk toward her.
“Then what do you want? I can get you whatever you need. And if I can’t help you, I will make sure that someone on our staff can help.”
“No one else can give me what I want,” I say, aching to be inside her, to touch those silky-sweet walls, feel her tits as I squeeze them, make her scream, make her squeal, claim her, take her.
Everything. Everything that can be done for a woman, I want to do it. I want to be the only man who touches her ever again. I take another small step toward her. Her eyes look dreamy, half-lidded.
“What can I do for you?” she whispers.
“I think you know exactly what you can do for me.”
She swallows thickly and her eyes light up. The sun is starting to set, making the warm, glowing golden hour pass slowly across her features.
A small smile spreads across her lips. I take a final big step toward her, take her face in my hands and crush my lips down on hers.
I finally have her, and this time it’s real. Not on some secluded part of the beach. I have her in private now. I can do anything and everything to her.
And then, I want to do everything for her.
She moans against my lips and presses her body against mine as if she can’t get close enough. My tongue slides against hers. Our lips tangle. She moans into my mouth. Those sweet moans.
“God, you taste so good, Ella,” I groan. I feel her lips curl up into a smile. “I should have done this the second I saw you.”
She bites her lip and threads her fingers through my hair. There’s a huge smile on her lips.
“Fuck,” I groan as I throw her onto the bed.
I take one of her breasts in my hand and give it a hearty squeeze. It makes her head fall back and her eyes slam shut. My other hand slides down into her bikini, and when I feel how wet she is, I nearly pass out.
“These,” I groan as my lips blaze a path down her neck. I stop to admire the beauty in front of me. “These curves. I can’t believe I get to put my mouth on them. You are too good to be true. You taste like heaven.”
I roll her tightened peak with two fingers, pinch it, run my thumb across it.
She’s looking down at me in what looks to me like disbelief, her lips open so I can see her tongue.
That tongue that I’m going to claim. The tongue that’s going to tell me she loves me and the tongue that I’m going to do all kinds of nasty shit to.
The feelings roiling through me are far too dirty for this sweet, innocent woman, but I don’t care.
I’m going to be on her twenty-four seven. I won’t have it any other way.
“Don’t stop,” she exhales. “Please don’t stop.”
I slide my tongue around her nipple and gently graze my teeth against it. A low, deep moan slides through her lips. I pull my hand out of her panties. My fingers are sticky. The sweet nectar between my fingers smells so sweet. I slide my wet finger around her peak before squeezing it again.
“Oh my god,” she whispers, her head falling back.
“I am going to do anything and everything to you. Whatever you want, I’ll do it. Whatever I want, you’ll do it. I hope we’re on the same page there.”
“Yes,” she whispers, “yes, yes. Same page. Same sentence. Same word.”
I kiss down her stomach and slowly pull her bikini aside. I swallow thickly. I want to slow down and feast my eyes and mouth on her, but I also want to prolong this. I want every single second to feel like an eternity.
Because right now, things are happening way too fast.
Things back at the beach happened way too fast. Now that she’s here, I want to take my time.
“Stand up,” I say, pulling her dress over her head and tossing it aside. “I want to see your hot little ass.”
She stands shyly, looking at me in all her glory in this white bikini. I grab her hips and she lets out a little half moan, half laugh as I push her down onto the bed.
I slide my hands under her ass, one hand on each cheek, sliding my hands under the fabric of her bikini. I gather the material and hold it taut so I can see the full effect of everything that is hiding beneath it.
“Oh god,” she whimpers as she arches her back. I tug on the string holding her bikini top in place. Having both of her tits out and on display for me with her bottoms still on is a fantasy I didn’t know I had.
“Play with them,” I command. Her hands crawl up from her stomach to her breasts.
She tweaks them and rolls them, brushes her fingers across their gentle slopes, their alabaster swells and curves.
Her dark hair is splayed out around her, and her light eyes make her look like an angel.
The sunlight streaming in through the windows is being filtered through the blinds and making pink and orange stripes paint her skin.
I don’t know why I find it so alluring and sexy to see her in this light.
I realize I’ve been enjoying myself just standing here watching Ella work herself up. I finally pull out, nearly drunk on the sensations that I’m feeling, her scent, all of it.
She sucks in a sharp breath and moans as she lets it out. Her tongue runs across her top lip. I stroke myself strenuously, slowly, up and down as I watch her take me in.
“Wow,” she whispers.
“And it’s all yours, baby,” I groan. “Look at what you’re doing to me.”
My knees are weak as I spread her legs and latch onto her clit. Her back arches off the bed and she wiggles her ass like she never wants me to leave. I would be happy to stay right here between her legs forever.
I slide my finger down to her back hole, tickling it as she gasps and moans, then slide it in. She trembles against my mouth as I slide a finger into her.
“Are you on anything?” I groan against her.
I’ve never imagined having a house full of kids.
I’ve enjoyed being alone, but I’ve never viewed my life as lonely.
She’s changed all of that. Her sweetness, her smile, the way she cares for people and the way I feel so inspired by her. I woke up lonely this morning, but it melted away when I saw her. I don’t want her to get away from me again. She needs to be taken care of.
I’ve never thought about having kids before, but the idea of putting a baby in her is like a string in my mind that’s slowly being unknotted and detangled. It’s pulling tight and firm and taut, clear as crystal.
Her eyes open wider I tighten my fist around my cock and slide the tip against her bare, wet core. I tap at her a few times and watch the fat pearls of precum slide down it.
“Cole, I think I’m going to come,” she moans. “Oh god, oh god.”
I slide down, try to push myself inside her but it’s too late.
Her core is spasming, and the clear thin juices leaking down her thighs should be enough to let me just slide right into her, but she’s so tight that she’s nearly impossible to enter.
I get the tip in, but barely, and start to unload, getting some of my come inside her, some on her bare pussy, some on that little white strip of fabric she calls a bikini, spurting out thick ropes as she moans and cries out.
As much as I wanted to bury my cock deep inside and feel her hot, silky depths, I love seeing my cum on her.
I slide my hand behind her head and thread my fingers through her hair, brushing my lips against hers.
She’s still panting and moaning as she wraps her arms around me. She glides her fingers up and down my back.
I don’t understand how I’m this happy right now, but I don’t have to understand. All I have to do is feel it.
And the feeling of her wet pussy all drenched with cum is making me hard again.
“Holy shit,” she gasps as my dick starts to grow again. She turns her wide-eyed gaze to me and runs her fingers up and down my chest.
“That’s all for you babe.”
I press it hard against her seam, grabbing her hip to guide her.
“It’s all yours now. Grind yourself on it any time you want.
Make that little virgin pussy pop and cream and gush all over me.
I am going to give you every last drop of me.
As long as you want it, I’ll be fucking you and you’ll be sucking me down every single day of our lives. ”
“Cole,” she whispers as her eyes go wide.
Her voice is soft and sweet but mind-blowingly sexy at the same time.
She rubs herself against me a little, more of a subtle wiggle of her ass than a full-body hug, though I want a million of those too.
The feeling of my cum against her stomach, the way it’s dripping onto me, is just a reminder that the next time this happens I am not cumming anywhere but deep inside her hot young pussy.