“Fuck, you're drenched for me already,” he says, a mixture of awe and heady anticipation threaded through his words.
His breath is hot on my skin when he slides two thick fingers inside me and curls them deep to stroke that spot that makes my vision blur, and my inner walls clench greedily around him. My hips rock shamelessly against his palm, chasing the fire he's stoking, every thrust of his fingers pulling whimpers from my throat.
But it's not enough—I need more of him.
I needallof him.
My hands fumble with his belt, yanking it open with frantic tugs before I pop the button of his pants and push the offending garment down his thighs.
“Fuck, baby,easy,” he warns, but his voice is strained, eyes locked on mine. “Not yet. I need to taste you first. Ineedto feel you come on my tongue.”
Then he's on his knees as his hands gather my dress. He watches me as he lifts one of my legs to drape it over his shoulderbefore leaning closer with single-minded fervour in his dark eyes. His tongue flattens against my pussy, making firm, broad strokes from my entrance to my clit.
I cry out in utter abandon, fingers tangling in his still-damp hair to hold him there as he sucks my swollen clit into the heat of his mouth. He sucks hard before flicking his tongue rapidly, sending me into a frenzy while his fingers thrust deeper, scissoring to stretch me wide for him. The wet sounds of his mouth on me fill the room, mingling with my gasps, and the already taut coil in my belly tightens almost unbearably.
He starts slow, savouring every inch, his tongue circling my clit with deliberate pressure before plunging inside me alongside his fingers. My legs tremble as my knees buckle, and pleasure crashes over me in waves.
“Cole... Oh God, yes,yes,” I whimper, my hips bucking wildly against his face, grinding into his relentless rhythm. He growls against me, the vibration pushing me closer to the edge. His free hand grips my thigh to hold me steady, and his fingers dig in with such ferocity I know I’ll have marks later.
His fingers fuck me hard as he curls and twists them to hit that sensitive spot over and over, while his tongue lashes my clit without mercy. Suddenly, heat floods me, and my body tenses as I shatter.
“Cole!”
His name is torn from my lips as my orgasm rips through me, my walls pulsing around his fingers while my pleasure coats his chin. He doesn't stop until he’s drawn out every tremor until I'm boneless and panting.
Slowly, he sets my leg back on the carpet before rising to his feet. His lips glisten with my release when he leans down to capture my mouth in a deep kiss. His thumbs gently brush my cheekbones when his hands come up to frame my face, and I taste myself on his tongue, salty and sweet, as he devours me.Pulling back just enough, I meet his heated gaze, and with a surge of boldness, I push him back onto the bed.
His eyes widen in surprise before darkening with approval when I shrug out of the silky dress to bare my lingerie to his avid gaze. My bra goes first, followed by my panties, before I straddle his toned thighs.
Looking between us, I see his cock standing rigid against his stomach with pre-cum beading at the tip. When I look up, I find his eyes firmly on me, so I lick my lips in anticipation before I reach for the condom in the drawer of the nightstand, impatiently tearing the packet open with my teeth.
He watches me as I slowly roll the latex down his length, my fingers wrapping around his shaft to smooth it into place. He thrusts into my hand, and his breath hitches as I stroke him firmly from base to tip, feeling him throb under my grip.
Once he's sheathed, I grind my still-sensitive pussy along his cock, coating the condom in my wetness. He groans, hands gripping my hips to guide my movements as I rock forward and back, the friction teasing us both.
“Fuck,yes. You’re so fucking perfect. So fuckingwet,” he rasps, thumbs pressing into my soft skin. “Ride me, Sweetheart. Show me how much you need this cock.”
I whimper at his filthy words before lifting up to position him at my entrance. Our gazes catch and hold, and we watch each other with a fervour I feel in my bones as I sink down slowly, inch by thick inch, stretching around him until he's buried deep. The fullness makes me moan, my walls fluttering as I adjust before I start moving, rolling my hips in a steady grind that has him thrusting up to meet me.
We find a rhythm, my breasts bouncing with each rise and fall, his hands roaming from my hips to pinch my nipples, an action that sends jolts straight to my core.
Sweat slicks our skin, the room filled with the sound of flesh against flesh and our mingled breaths. But we shift together, rolling so I'm under him, his weight pressing into me as he drives into me with powerful strokes, hitting deep and hard.
“You feel so fucking good…sofuckinggood.”
Then he hooks his hands under my knees, lifting and spreading my legs high to drape them over his broad shoulders. The new position angles me open as he kneels between my thighs, his cock thick and rigid, pressing against my entrance once more.
He pushes in slowly at first, taking his time as he sinks deeper than before, reaching somewhere inside me that makes my vision blur. My breath catches in my throat as my pussy vibrates around his length, gripping him tighter in response.
Cole's eyes lock on mine, dark with lust, as he starts thrusting in long, deliberate strokes, his hips rolling to drive home each time. His palms slide up my calves, massaging the muscles there with firm pressure, holding me steady as he picks up speed.
“So fucking wet, baby,” he growls, his voice rough and edged with awe, before he leans back to gaze down on my body. “I could come just watching my cock fuck your tight pussy.”
One of his hands moves between us, his fingers finding my clit swollen and sensitive, and he begins to rub with insistent strokes. The dual stimulation is almost too much, and I arch into him, my legs shaking on either side of his chest.
“Oh God, Cole.” My voice is hoarse with need. “Please, don't stop. I need—I needmore.”
Sweat beads his brow as he groans deep within his chest, increasing the rhythm of his thrusts along with the pressure of his thumb on my clit. The sensations build as a coil of pleasure tightens in my belly, and I can feel my orgasm building, threatening to consume me.
