I burst out laughing, which quickly became moaning when Cole used his lips, teeth, and fingers to peel me out of his shirt, my bra, and panties.
He stood above me, gazing at my body like I was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
"See something you like?" I asked with a small smile.
He nodded and used his fingertips to caress my skin. He left trails of heat over my shoulders, arms, and elbows. He leaned down and painted my breasts with tender kisses and licks, lavished attention on each nipple with his tongue and teeth. I was shivering but also feeling like I could burst into flames.
“Cole, I need you,” I rasped out in a jagged whisper.
He planted a kiss on the sensitive part of my belly, making me chuckle.
"Not as much as I need you, Lisa," he said before planting a kiss on one of my thighs. His hand slid between my knees, separating my legs. He slid a finger between my lips before sliding into my entrance. "You are so ready for me, gorgeous." He let out a low growl, leaned down, and swiped his tongue over my sex, making me moan again.
"Yes, Cole. Please." I needed to feel him inside me again, filling me up with his warm, hard body blanketing mine, making me sated, protected, and desired.
After he had his fill between my thighs, he rose from the bed, licking his lips, and I watched him walk to the nightstand and open the drawer to retrieve a strip of condoms, next to a bottle of lube and a couple of toys. He noticed me noticing the contents of the drawer and gave me a small mischievous lopsided smile before sliding it closed.
I heard the crinkling of a plastic wrapper as Cole put on a condom and climbed on top of me, positioning himself at my entrance.
“You still with me, gorgeous?” he asked.
I bit my lip and nodded before I felt him nudging himself inside.
"Oh my God, Lisa." He breathed as he slowly filled me inch by inch until our hips were connected. "You feel so good. You're so fucking tight." Cole pressed his nose into my hair, and his beard tickled the sensitive skin of my cheek and throat.
“You smell so good. Why do you smell so good?” He covered my mouth with his and forced his tongue into my mouth before I could answer. I moaned and dug my nails into the hard flesh of his back as his hips rose and fell.
Cole quickly withdrew and flipped onto his back, pulling me on top of him. “I want to see all of you when you come for me,” he groaned.
I positioned myself over his hips and slowly lowered myself onto him. Cole's width stretched me as I exhaled, feeling him filling me.
“Oh my God,” I sighed. His giant hands bracketed my waist as I tilted my hips back and forth, giving myself the pressure and friction my body craved. “Oh, God, Cole. Yes.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and threw my head back. I felt like I was ready to explode. Cole’s greedy hands flew to my breasts, fondling, squeezing, and pinching, making me whimper and squeal.
I was going to come hard.
“Do it, baby,” he groaned, correctly reading my body’s signals. “Come for me again.”
"Cole, oh, Cole… I'm… Oh, fuck." My body jerked and spasmed as Cole gripped my waist and thrust his hips upwards into mine, growling through gritted teeth. His fingertips dug into my hips as I rode the waves of my climax. My palms were pressed onto his pecs to steady myself, and I felt his muscles contract and relax.
I collapsed forward on his chest, panting like I’d run a marathon.
"Holy shit." Cole was panting just as hard as I was. I slid into the crook of his arm, where he kissed the top of my head.
“Okay.” I giggled. “The first time was good, but I’m gonna go ahead and say that I prefer the extended version.”
"I told you." He rolled onto his side and pulled me into him, capturing my mouth in a hungry kiss. "What time is it?" he asked when he pulled away.
I reached for his wrist and looked at his watch.
“Eleven twenty-eight.” I looked at him.
"So, technically, you're not my nanny for another thirty-two minutes."
“There’s no way you’re ready again.” I laughed.
"No, but I don't need thirty-two minutes." He gave me a crooked grin and climbed out of bed. When he returned, he wasn't wearing a condom, and he wasn't holding a washcloth.
