41. Bailey
My inner wallspulsated with pleasure as Cole gently pumped in and out of me. His movements were so slight that they were nearly imperceptible. Except, somehow, that made them even more perceptible.
The barely-there shallow plunge of his mushroom tip was hitting a spot that had my entire world narrowing to a tiny pinpoint of ecstasy. His engorged dome was intimately massaging a place I’d long thought was a myth, my G-spot. The pressure and friction were not enough to take me up and over the edge; it was just enough to drive me crazy.
I started to move beneath him, writhing in an attempt to speed up the pace and force him to give me more, but his hand clamped down on my hip. His fingers gripped me tightly, restricting my movement.
“Fuck.” I let out a frustrated whimper as his mouth covered my neck in open-mouth kisses, and he continued his measured mini-strokes in and out of me. He was moving an inch, if that. It was the ultimate game of just the tip.
My body wanted more. It needed more. Urgency flooded through me, combined with discontent at him not giving my body what it was crying out for. The way he commanded my body was both aggravating and arousing. I briefly considered trying to move my hand between our bodies to touch myself, but when I tried, he shifted his upper body, blocking my path. It was clear that he was in control.
I’d been with other men who thought they had that sort of dominance and authority over me, but they didn’t. No one had ever owned my body like Cole. It was frustrating and exhilarating. Instead of trying to fight against him, I decided to try another tactic. Begging.
“Just fuck me, please fuck me.” My nails raked down his back as I begged in desperation, hoping my bold pleas would persuade him to break the seal on whatever was holding him back.
He lifted his head and stared down at me, still keeping his slow, steady pace of cursory thrusts. His hand cupped my neck, tilting my head so that my eyes met his.
“You want me to fuck you?” he gritted out as his thumb traced along my lower lip.
“Yes.” I nipped at the pad on his thumb, and my teeth sank into him with enough force to show I meant business. Then I sucked his thumb into my mouth. My tongue licked up the length of his digit as I said, “Please, fuck me.”
A groan vibrated through him. His jaw ticked as passion flared in his eyes.
I blinked, and the next thing I knew, he’d scooted us both down. My ass was at the edge of the bed, and Cole’s feet were on the floor. He was still inside of me as his fingers wrapped around my calves, and he lifted my legs up in the air. He kissed first my right, then my left ankle before settling them on his shoulders, on either side of his neck.
He leaned forward, bending me in half as he sank into me deeper than I even knew was possible, filling me to the brim. I fisted the comforter in my hands as my eyes shut, and I tensed at the intrusion.
“Look at me,” he whispered as he hovered above me.
My eyes opened, and I gasped at the intensity of his stare. It felt like he was looking directly into my soul.
“Tell me again what you want me to do to you.” His gruff voice rippled through me.
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
His nostrils flared like a bull getting ready to charge, before he pulled out and drove into me with a force that stole the breath from my lungs. My inner walls clamped down around him.
I hadn’t recovered from his intrusion before he repeated the motion. His thick cock slid out of me before slamming into me again. The next time was even faster than the first. I had no chance to catch my breath as he repeatedly drove into me. Each time he embedded himself fully inside of me, he swelled, stretching me to my limits.
My senses were on overload.
Staring into his passion-filled gaze and seeing the burning desire that mirrored my own. Hearing the mingled sounds of our heavy breaths and the slapping of his hips against my ass as he thrust into me. Tasting the flavor of his cock combined with the wine I’d drank earlier in the night. Smelling the musky sandalwood scent that was uniquely him. Feeling the weight of his body bearing down on me and the pressure of my body being folded like a cheap suit, the friction and fullness of his cock plunging so deep inside of me. I didn’t know where his body ended and mine began.
All of these sensations combined caused my release to slam into me like a crash test dummy against a brick wall. There wasn’t any warning. One second, I was anchored to Cole; my body was absorbing his presence, and the next, I was skyrocketing up into another stratosphere of tingling pleasure.
Uncontrollable, shuddering contractions claimed me. I was powerless to the wild eruption of pleasures bursting in my core. All I could do was surrender to the tornado-force sensations whipping through me.
As I floated back to earth, I realized that sometime during my release, he must have also climaxed because his body was relaxed. He was settled between my legs, which were now wrapped around his waist, and my arms around his neck. I loved feeling the weight of his body on me while he was still buried deep inside of me.
I felt Cole’s lips on my forehead, then my cheeks, eyelids, nose, and chin. He was placing feather-soft kisses all over my face. It was strange how someone could be so aggressive in bed, turn a switch, and become the tenderest of lovers.
It was a gift, and I was happy to be the lucky recipient of it.
My eyes fluttered open, and he stared down at me as his forehead rested against mine.
“Thank you,” I breathed as my hands roamed up and down the muscled plains of his back and broad shoulders.
“For what?” He asked as he kissed my nose once more.
“For taking care of me when I passed out. For staying with me.”
“You don’t have to thank me for that.” He kissed me once more before he pushed off of me, and I immediately missed the feeling of his body on me and in me.
As I watched him walk to the bathroom to clean up and dispose of the condom, all I could think about was Simon. Not because I missed him; it was the opposite. The second time I’d had hiccups and gotten drunk was at his family’s Christmas party ten years ago. We’d been seeing each other for months that go round, and I thought we were going to make it official. He showed up to the party with a date, and when I asked him why I was there, he said his parents invited me, not him. I got drunk and woke up on the floor right outside my apartment. When I asked him what happened, he told me he’d made sure I got home “safe.”
For all intents and purposes, Cole and I had had a one-night stand over two nights. We’d not been in touch for a month. When he had shown up to my house where there were flowers from another man, and I was drunk; he stayed and took care of me.
Cole crawled back into bed, laid on his back, and pulled me against him.
My head rested on his chest as his hand grazed up and down my back. “Yes, I do need to thank you. You stayed with me. You cooked for me. You took care of me.”
“If you let me, I’ll always be here to take care of you,” he promised as he kissed the top of my head and pulled me closer to him.
As I snuggled against him, tears pricked my eyes. His promise wasn’t an empty one. I truly believed that he meant it. I just wasn’t sure what that meant for the future. Did we have one? Could this actually be more than a rebound? Were his feelings for me real, or was this just a honeymoon period?
I felt something furry against my leg and opened my eyes to see that Whiskey was joining the party. I expected her to come and cuddle up next to me, but instead, she walked right past me and curled up beside Cole. Even Whiskey loved him. My eyes were heavy as I tried to answer all the questions that had been running through my mind.
When I felt Cole’s chest begin to rise and fall in a steady rhythm, I was slowly able to shut my brain off, maybe for the first time in my entire life. I decided just to be present. At this moment, lying in Cole’s arms, with Whiskey snuggled up against him, my life was perfect. I wasn’t going to miss it by trying to figure out the future or re-examining the past. This was all that mattered.