Chapter Fifteen
Bella
Cole carries me to the bed, his eyes dark with passion, never breaking eye contact.
After gently placing me on the bed, he leans down and shares a slow, deep, smoldering kiss with me. He moves from kissing my lips to my neck and pauses briefly to pull my tank over my head.
I ’ d not been wearing a bra since I ’ d been in the shower earlier, and his mouth went straight to my breasts, but just for a moment because he was on a mission to get us skin-to-skin. He tugged at my shorts, and I raised my hips, allowing him to pull my shorts and panties off together easily. I lay back on the bed and watched Cole undress, admiring his tanned and tattooed upper body as he peeled off his shirt and stepped out of his shorts.
He got onto the bed and lay on his side facing me, and Ismiled as I immediately felt his hardness against my leg. I closed my eyes as we kissed slowly and with deepening passion.
Our tongues swirled around each other, and I felt my body responding, becoming more aroused by the second as I reveled in all the senses of being naked against him. From his scent to his touch, to the taste of him… it all stoked the fire inside me.
He supported himself on one forearm and gently cupped my face in his free hand while he kissed me, demonstrating his gentle nature and love for me. He could be a wild man in the bed, just as well as he could make tender, passionate love to me when I needed it.
He knew how to read the bedroom.
In the past, he was always an attentive and giving lover, and that’s not changed over time. If anything, he is even more purposeful, slow, and deliberate. Attributes I will always appreciate.
His free hand moves down to my breasts, begging for his attention, and his fingers find my rock-hard nipples, my back arching and a moan escaping my lips.
He seems to still know my body so well and intuitively knows what gives me the most pleasure. As he tweaked my nipples and gently pinched and rolled them, my free hand closest to him dropped down between us to take him in my hand. He groaned with approval against my lips and then hungrily plunged his tongue between my lips to sweep it across my teeth and the roof of my mouth.
With his engorged cock in my hand, I swept my thumb over its swollen head to spread the warm, thick liquid that had gathered around the tip, wrapping my fingers all around his shaft.
“ Oh God, Bella,” he whispered, “ You make me so hot.”
“ Mmm,” is all I could respond because I couldn ’ t stop kissing him. Cole always had mad kissing skills. I knew I was in trouble from our very first kiss so many years ago.
We lingered for a time, enjoying the kissing while my hand slowly worked his cock, and then he moved to suck my nipples. It all felt delicious, and I wanted more.
Sensing my needs, his hand moved down to my warm, wetness, and as his fingers parted my lips, I moaned loudly, and he whispered against my neck, “ You ’ re so wet, Bella… so sexy.”
I couldn ’ t stop my hips from rising up off the bed and arching toward him as he hungrily sucked and teased my nipples with his teeth while his fingers explored me, teasing me closer and closer to my first of several orgasms that night.
He rubbed his fingers in a circular pattern on and around my hard button that he had quickly coaxed out of hiding and was now fully exposed. He then gently plunged two fingers into me to massage me from the inside, sucking on my tongue at the same time. I couldn ’ t take much before I exploded in waves of pleasure, crying out his name and thrusting my hips upward.
He continued to rub me gently through my orgasm and then gradually slowed down to allow me to recover. I was hungry for him and wanted to give him the same pleasure, so I pushed him onto his back and knelt between his legs, grasping his cock at the base and admiring his thick girth, which was almost visibly throbbing with arousal.
“ Mmm,” he moaned as I leaned forward, my long hair tickling his thighs and taking just the head into my mouth at first. I swirled my tongue all around the tip, tasting the saltiness of his earlier arousal, gently licking and sucking at him at first and then getting more vigorous as he became more aroused.
Cole was gifted with size, and I'm unable to t ake his full length, but as he once told me, “Some is better than none, baby.” I know that he loves having my mouth on him, and he loves watching me take him that way. Knowing I'm pleasuring him makes it even more of a turn-on for me.
I worked him with my hand and my mouth at the same time, his moans growing in intensity and my pace matching his. I had every intention of taking him all the way, but he gently stopped me, saying he wanted to be inside me, so I moved from between his legs up to straddle him.
I lined up my now soaking-wet slit over his rock-hard tip and rubbed myself against him for a moment before sinking down onto his full length, fully taking him to the hilt, which caused us to both gasp in pleasure.
I ride him slowly at first, enjoying the feeling of him filling me completely with each deep plunge as he reaches up to pinch and twist my erect nipples, this time with a little more pressure, which feels incredible. I feel myself flushed with heat and ecstasy and naturally pick up the pace,
arching my back as he grabs me by the hips, helping guide me as I lean back, putting my hands behind me on his thighs and continuing to move on top of him.
The position pushes my pelvis forward, causing even more delicious friction. With one hand, he reaches out to massage my hot button with his fingers, which immediately triggers another powerful orgasm, and I cry out with pleasure.
Knowing my quivering muscles need a break, but neither of us are done here, I roll off Cole, allowing him to take over from between my legs. He drapes one of my legs over his shoulder and pumps fully into me over and over again, just the sound of our bodies colliding and our heavy breathing filling the air.
And then, he stares into my eyes and intentionally slows the pace, wanting to make us both last a little longer and prolong the blissful pleasure. He pulls out to tease my nub with his tip for a bit, which drives me wild and then plunges deep and pauses there, staying fully sheathed inside me, but at the same time, he continues to thrust his hips forward, massaging both of my hot spots even more.
After teasing us to the edge several times, the pitch of my moans giving away the fact that I’m close again, h is hands grip my hips tightly, and he intensifies his pumping again. Both his depth and his pace increase, and I ’ m drunk on both love and lust for him.
I arch my back, pressing my hips into him and wrapping my legs around him as a third orgasm tears through me, sending wave after wave of pleasure to my core.
At the same time, his own explosion is happening as he thrusts into me the last few times, and I feel him pulsating powerfully inside me, which takes my orgasm to the next level.
“ Yes, Bella… God, yes!” He grunts as he unloads all of himself that has built up throughout our euphoric pleasure marathon.
He gently relaxes onto me and whispers against my neck, “Mmm, Bella, that was beautiful. You’re beautiful. I’ve so missed making love to you.”
“ I love you, too, Cole. That was incredible,” I say as we lay together, holding each other tightly. He stays inside me for a while, both of us loving the feeling of being joined as one.
After spending much of the evening consumed with raw passion, sleep comes quickly. And so does three a.m.
Our lovemaking was meaningful, and it was perfect. I ’ ve never felt that degree of closeness with anyone. Last night I fully surrendered to Cole… my vulnerabilities, my trust, and my love.
It was much different from when we were just two college kids who thought they knew everything. He and I both know loss, but we also know love, and we are in far different places than we were twelve years ago. I trust this man with my life… and with Harley ’ s.
While I had given my body to Cole the night he arrived, I had not given him my heart. I admit, it was more just a carnal need for me when we slept together that first night. But I had been guarding my heart, and it wasn ’ t until last night that I gave him that fully.
Perhaps that ’ s why I woke up feeling optimistic and confident this morning. I feel like this mission will go well and that Harley and possibly other victims will be rescued. Of course, there’s some anxiety mixed in, but I know that’s to be expected.
It’s almost like the intangible gift of trust that I surrendered to Cole released me from the grips of fear that I could lose him.
Whatever it is, it feels good.
When Cole got out of the shower, he was surprised to see me sitting up in bed with a cup of coffee and a cup poured for him. “ Just the way you like it,” I smile and nod toward his mug on the bedside table. “ And for the record… your heart is not black like your coffee, so you ’ re gonna need to change that description, or –”
“ Or – change how I take my coffee?” he laughs.
“ How about ‘ I take my coffee black as 0300’? I can relate to that,” I say with a yawn.
“ Amen to that!” he says as he rewraps the towel around his waist and then runs his hand through his short, wet hair. “ Sorry so early, but it was either being up at this ungodly hour or me going to Col ó n last night and you having to sleep alone,” he shrugs. “ You should go back to sleep for a while. The action won ’ t start for several hours.”
“ If you think I can go back to sleep after you walk in here looking like that,” I say, motioning to his naked-from-the-waist-up tattooed body with a laugh. “ Yeah, not gonna happen. Anyway, I have to leave for the airport in two hours to pick up the moms, so I might as well stay up.”
“ Well then, good morning, beautiful,” he says as he leans over to kiss me and pick up his coffee mug.
“ And, for the record, we made the right choice,” I say, to which he raises his eyebrows in question. “ To not sleep separately.”
“ Oh, no doubt. We chose well,” he says as he quickly gets dressed, and I admire the view.
I'm relieved that my mom and my aunt are flying in today, and while I feel guilty about keeping them in the dark until yesterday, I still stand by my decision. It protected them from being exposed to the reality of the situation. Sometimes, I think omitting details and telling white lies to our parents is justified if it saves them from enduring the torturous details of an event. And this was one of those times. If they were here and aware of the specifics of Harley ’ s abduction and me being used as bait, they might have fallen apart. It’s better this way.
“ Okay, I ’ ve got to move. My ride awaits,” he says with a smile as he sits down on the edge of the bed and my heart thumps with a mix of love and nerves. “ I promise I ’ ll keep you in the loop. And I ’ ll let you know as soon as we ’ ve got Harley.”
I nod, knowing he ’ ll keep his word. I like that he’s speaking as if he knows Harley is on that yacht and that they ’ ll successfully rescue her.
“ Cole, trust your instincts, keep your head on a swivel, and don ’ t get shot,” I try to keep it short so I don ’ t get myself worked up with worry. Now go get our girl.” I lean toward him for a hug and kiss.
“ Try not to worry. This is just another day at the office for me,” he looks me in the eyes and assures me. “ We ’ ll go in – get it done – and get out. Easy peasy.” And he stands up to leave. “ I love you, Bella.”
“ I love you too.”
One last kiss on the forehead, and he ’ s up and out the door.
And in that moment, I have total clarity. When Harley is out of danger and back here safely, I ’ m going to tell Cole that I ’ ve made a decision.
I absolutely want a life with him.