“That's it, Sweetheart, that’s it,” he breathes. “Let go, come for me. Come all over my cock.”
His words push me over the edge, and I shatter, my body convulsing as my orgasm crashes over me. Cole continues to thrust, his pace relentless, and I can feel his own release building. My pussy clenches around his cock, and I cry out, my voice raw with pleasure.
“So fucking perfect,” he growls, his eyes burning into mine. “Gonna come, baby. Gonna come in this perfect fucking pussy.”
Then he surges forward with a rough groan, and his cock pulses inside me as he rides out his orgasm. We stay like that, our bodies still connected, our breaths mingling, until the last tremors pass.
His lips find mine in a fleeting kiss before achingly slowly, and oh-so-gently, Cole eases himself from between my legs. He rolls to the side, disposing of the condom before pulling me against his chest, his fingers trailing lazy patterns on my shoulder.
For a long moment, we just breathe together, the city lights still filtering through the curtains.
“So,” I say finally, still catching my breath. “You weren't kidding at the ice rink.”
His fingers still their maddening patterns on my skin. “About what?”
I tilt my head to look at him, unable to keep the teasing note from my voice. “About mastering things properly. You know, when you do something, you commit to doing it right?”
Understanding dawns in his eyes, followed by something heated and decidedly smug. “Are you saying I've mastered this?”
“Oh, I'm saying you'vedefinitelyexceeded expectations, Hotshot.” I trail my finger down his chest. “Multiple times, in fact.”
His hand catches mine, pressing it flat against his racing heart.
“Multiple?” There’s a dangerous glint shining in his dark eyes. “Oh, baby, if you think I'm done mastering things tonight, you'reverymuch mistaken.”
“Is that so?” My pulse quickens despite how thoroughly satisfied I already feel.
“Absolutely.” He rolls us so I'm beneath him again, his mouth hovering just above mine. “I told you, I don't do anything halfway.”
I laugh, threading my fingers through his hair. “Well, I'm not complaining about your commitment to excellence.”
His lips curve into that devastating smile. “Then let me show you what overachievingreallylooks like.”
CHAPTER 13
Aurora
Iwake to weak morning light filtering through the curtains and the warm weight of Cole's arm around my waist. For a moment, I just lie there, absorbing the feel of him—his chest pressed against my back, his breath stirring my hair, his hand splayed possessively across my stomach.
Last night was...
I don't have words for what last night was.
Cole stirs behind me, and I feel him press a kiss to my bare shoulder.
“Morning, Sweetheart.” His voice is gruff with sleep, doing things to my insides.
“Morning,” I whisper back.
He pulls me closer, and I can feel him hardening against my ass. A thrill runs through me, but I also desperately need a shower first, so I slip out of his embrace and ignore his groan of protest.
“Where are you going?” he mumbles, reaching for me.
“Shower. Promise I'll be quick.”
“Not without me, you won't.”
I laugh as I pad into the ensuite, turning on the water and adjusting the temperature. I've just stepped under the spray when I hear the bathroom door open.
