"A little." I giggled as he hoisted me onto his waist and carried me to my bedroom.
lisa
thirteen
Cole loweredme onto my bed and crawled on top of me. We left the door open a crack, and the corner of the blanket CJ was sleeping on was still visible.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered in my ear between kisses. I giggled as he fluttered kisses down my body, moving over my breasts and belly. His thumbs hooked into the waistband of my leggings and panties as he began to slide them down my legs. I tried to sit up.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t shave. I didn’t know—”
"I don't fucking care," he mumbled into my thighs and shut me up with a swipe of his tongue between my legs. I gasped and shuddered as he expertly used his tongue, lips, and fingers to carry me to another explosive orgasm.
"Lisa." Cole was kneeling at the foot of my bed between my open legs, and I propped myself up on my elbows to look at him. His hair was rumpled, and his face was flushed. "When I imagined this moment, I pictured it going a lot slower, I wanted to take my time, exploring you, but given our current circumstances…" He nodded towards his phone. "I just really want to be inside you. So, I'd understand if..."
Cole continued to talk, and I know I should've been paying attention, but I was reeling from today's events. What he probably didn't understand is that I knew exactly what he wanted because I wanted the same thing. Cole and I had some kind of insane physical chemistry, and the universe kept putting us in each other's path.
But a relationship with Cole or anyone was a bad idea. I was newly divorced, very freshly unemployed, and recovering from being replaced by my ex-husband before the ink on our divorce papers dried. Cole had just lost his birth mother, become a parent, and was probably on the verge of unemployment, too. We were two swirling natural disasters in no emotional shape to even be thinking about relationships. However, we'd both had the day from hell and were probably on the verge of nervous breakdowns with no one to turn to but each other.
This wasn't love or some deep, meaningful connection. This was physical attraction, a primal need. We would be letting off steam and relieving stress. It would be a form of self-care, really. Most of all, it would be sex—amazingly hot, mind-blowing sex that I desperately wanted—but that's all it could be.
“Lisa?”
I blinked and looked at Cole, who was still kneeling between my legs, waiting for a response. I looked at his phone on my nightstand, hearing CJ's sleepy contented breaths. I thought of Dr. Douglas' words.
“Do you plan to become sexually active in the near future?”
"Cole," I said, and he eyed me apprehensively. "Do you have a condom?"
True to his word, Cole was fast but very efficient. His mouth covered mine in a desperate bruising kiss as he peeled me out of my clothes. I shivered with electric energy every time his fingers grazed my skin. It was a team effort to undress him before he nudged my thighs apart with his knee and lowered himself to me. His eyes were hooded, and he was wearing his lopsided grin.
"Lisa?" he asked. I smiled at him. His face was flushed, and his sapphire blue eyes were gazing at me. "You still with me?”
"Yes," I answered him in a breathy whisper, and Cole pressed himself into me.
"Oh God," he groaned. "You feel so fucking good." Then he started to move. I relaxed into my mattress, reveling in the pleasure of Cole's thick cock massaging and stretching me while feeling the waves of heat rolling off of his massive frame. He was powerful and attentive, and I'd never made love like this before. He'd managed to give me three more orgasms in two different positions. Soon, I felt him clench and relax, wrapping his large hands around my back, clasping my shoulders and pulling me into him. He filled me with every inch of himself as he filled the condom he'd produced from his wallet.
He planted a kiss on my bare hip and got up to go to the bathroom without directions, telling me that the layout of his ground-floor apartment must be identical. When he came back holding a washcloth, I was holding his phone.
“I hope you’re not checking the time.”
“No.” I laughed. “I was checking on the baby.”
"Still knocked out. When I went to check on your little friend, he was sleeping on his belly with his arms and legs splayed like a starfish." He climbed on the bed and knelt between my legs again. "I found these washcloths folded on the towel rack; I hope they're okay to use."
I nodded, and he cleaned me. I flinched at the mixture of sensitivity and soreness, but his touch was gentle.
“Thank you,” I whispered when he climbed back into bed and wrapped me in his arms. He looked at me with a furrowed brow. “For the washcloth thing.”
“Wait.” He pulled me into him and planted a kiss on my ear. “Don’t tell me your ex didn’t do that either.”
I shook my head before flipping over onto my stomach and kissing him. "So, that happened." I tucked my bottom lip between my teeth and raised my eyebrows.
“It definitely did.” He rolled me on top of him so he could kiss me again. “Are you having regrets?”
“Definitely not, but—”
“Is this where you tell me that even though we spent the last”—he checked his watch—“fifteen minutes having the best sex I’ve ever had, during which I made you come three”
