Thirty-Seven | Lyric
Thirty-Seven
Lyric
We fell asleep together on the bed, holding hands after I cried when Cole told me how badly I had hurt him when I left. It was like he had pulled off the Band-Aid I had slapped over my heart when I packed my stuff up and left, and now my heart was bleeding, and I couldn’t stop it.
I woke up first, surprised when I found myself wrapped in his arms with his hands protectively holding my stomach.
I glanced over my shoulder, checking that he was still asleep, before I decided whether to try to move.
My bladder was full, and I desperately needed to pee, but he looked so peaceful that I didn’t want to disturb him.
“Go pee,” he mumbled, sleep thick in his voice as his eyes stayed shut.
“Sorry,” I whispered as I climbed out of bed, immediately missing the warmth of his body against mine.
I went to the bathroom and then washed my hands, wondering what would happen now that we’d crossed another line and fallen asleep cuddling.
I knew better than to overthink it, but I was on a slippery slope, losing any resolve I had left of not being with Cole.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be with him; it was that I knew things wouldn’t work out for us the way we wanted them to because so much had changed between us over the years.
I stepped back in the bedroom, glancing at the bed before deciding to sneak out and find something else to do—anything that gave me space from the man I desperately wanted to be next to again.
“Stop it,” he said, rolling onto his back as the sheet pulled down and revealed a sliver of his toned abs. “Come back to bed and stop overthinking everything.”
“How do you know I’m overthinking?” I planted my feet firmly where I was standing, more so I didn’t give in and go running to him.
“Because I know you. Now get your ass back in bed before I bring you back to bed.”
I scoffed and rolled my eyes, lacking a more mature response because the thought of him taking me to bed sent inappropriate thoughts through my head and a heat that spread straight to my core.
“Fine,” he grumbled, pushing the sheet away as he got up and headed toward me. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Before I could question what he meant, he reached down and lifted me to his waist, his hands firmly gripping my ass as his cock pressed against me in the best way. I closed my eyes and tried not to show any reaction, but his soft chuckle confirmed he knew what he was doing.
He walked us over to the bed and then lowered me to it gently, his eyes watching me with such intensity that I felt the weight of his desire to touch me again. My lip quivered as my whole body reacted to it, desperate to feel the pleasure he was sure to deliver.
“You ready for me to take care of that for you?” he asked softly, reaching behind to pull his shirt over his head.
I stared in awe at his body, mine on fire with the need to be touched by him.
“Cole, are you sure we should do this? I mean, I don’t want to keep crossing the line and making things harder for us.”
“Lyric, you’re pregnant with my baby, and we are still technically married. I think we’ve already crossed all the lines we can cross at this point. But if you don’t want to, we don’t have to do this.”
I chewed my lip as I stared at him.
“Well, when you put it like that,” I said, laughing when he gently pushed me back and tickled my sides before climbing on top of me and kissing my neck.
I didn’t fight the moan that escaped my lips as I gave in to his touch. His every touch set my body on fire, making me want him with a need I hadn’t felt before. While I was all about the foreplay and taking our time to enjoy each other, I had one thing on my mind and was determined to get it.
“I want your cock,” I moaned, linking my hands behind his neck as he lifted his head and grinned at me.
“I love it when you talk dirty to me,” he teased with a wink.
“I’m serious, Cole,” I whined. “I need your cock inside of me now. If you don’t give it to me, I might very well combust, and you’d have that to weigh on your conscience.”
“Well, we wouldn’t want that to happen, would we?”
I didn’t answer because he went back to kissing my neck while somehow also stripping both of us free of our clothes from the waist down.
I spread my legs open the best I could with the weight of his body pressing down on me.
I could feel the heat rolling off of him, but it was the purely heavenly feeling of his cock pushing inside me that sent me over the edge.
“Fuck!” I yelled, lifting my hips to drive him in deeper. “Fuck, that feels so good. Fuuuccckkk meee.”
“I plan to.”
Then he did exactly that.
He pinned my legs over his shoulders as he thrust hard and deep inside my pussy, stretching me each time he pulled out and slammed back in.
I could already feel an orgasm building, even though he hadn’t touched my clit yet.
It was like he had a magical dick and could make me come in new ways if he wanted to.
I did my best to pull my tank top over my head, thrilled that I didn’t have a bra on, so I didn’t have to mess with that. I tossed it to the side, hitting him in the head on accident in the process.
“Sorry,” I said with a laugh, surprised that he didn’t seem bothered by it at all.
“I like it rough.” He winked again and then lowered his mouth to my nipple and began sucking.
I cried out, the sensation overwhelming as he continued fucking me as if his life depended on it.
There was an alternating sense of pain and pleasure as he sucked that nearly made me come, but as soon as I got close, he would pull back so I wouldn’t.
I was about to get frustrated and say something, but then he latched onto a nipple and lowered his hand between us as he rubbed my clit.
The combination of nipple stimulation, getting a thorough dicking, and having my clit rubbed was enough to have me screaming his name as I came harder than I ever had before.
A few seconds later, I felt his body stiffen as he grunted and came inside me.