“More,” I whispered in his ear before sucking the lobe in between my teeth and biting down.
"Another finger?" he asked. I shook my head and kissed him. One half of his mouth twisted in a sexy smile, and he lifted me off of him, slid his thick crown over the delicate patch of skin, and positioned himself at the hole his fingers were just occupying. I took a deep breath. Cole added more lubricant to himself and my backside.
“You’re in control.” He laced his fingers behind his head and leaned back. “No touching, unless you tell me to.” He winked.
I reached between us and slowly guided him into me as I lowered myself onto his thighs. Cole was a lot bigger than two fingers—and my ex. I clenched at first, but I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, relaxing as my hips descended. It stung at first, but once his crown made it through the first ring, pleasure replaced pain, and I gripped Cole's shoulders until he was fully seated.
“Fuck, that feels good.” Cole let out a long slow breath as I raised and lowered myself on his length. “How does that feel, Lisa? Are you okay?”
Nodding was the only answer I could give him. It felt incredible, different, and beautiful. I slid my hands across his shoulders and over his biceps, wrapping his arms around my waist as I ground my clit into the junction of our hips, bringing me closer to another climax. Cole's fist tightened in my wet hair as I began to clench and shudder around him. He tugged, forcing my chin up and exposing my throat before dragging his tongue over my neck and collarbone, nibbling, then soothing the bites with gentle kisses.
Just as my orgasm began to ebb, Cole tightened his arm around me and grunted, pressing his face into my shoulder. The sensation of his cock pulsating inside me sent me over the edge to a place where I didn’t know orgasms existed. I moaned in shock and ecstasy while digging my nails into Cole’s shoulders, gripping him like my life depended on it. His arms tightened around my waist and he caressed my back. I felt him plant soothing kisses on my neck and shoulders as my latest climax subsided.
We sat in that position for a few moments. I was catching my breath as I felt Cole soften inside me. My arms were still wrapped around his neck, his head was still resting on my shoulder, and his fingers still gripped my waist.
“We need another shower,” I whispered.
"Thank God we're in the right place." He stood with me in his arms, and I felt him slide out of me with a twinge of pain. Cole turned on the spray before pressing me into the corner of the tiled walls and kissing me as we were pelted again with hot water, filling the shower stall with steam.
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sixteen
“Good morning, neighbor.”
I came downstairs to find Lisa in the kitchen, still wearing my shirt. The edge of a giant red hickey peeked out from under the collar, and I knew she had a matching set on the inside of her thighs.
"I don't know if you can still call me that." She poured me a mug of coffee and slid it across the island. I almost refused it because I always buy coffee on the way to the office, but I picked up the mug and sipped. It was delicious.
“How are you feeling?” I dropped into one of the bar stools and leaned close to her. “I hope you aren’t too sore from last night.” I took another sip. “And this morning.”
After we put CJ to bed, Lisa and I spent the rest of the night and the wee hours of the morning having sex like we were going off to war. We left no corner of my bedroom and bathroom unchristened, and no square inch of our bodies unexplored. She quickly surpassed her four orgasms, and I came so many times, I was sure I was shooting dust by the time we collapsed in my bed. Lisa fell asleep first, naked and sweaty in my arms. I pressed my nose into her hair, inhaling the scent of my shampoo mingled with sweat and the aroma of our lovemaking. I listened to her snore for as long as my worn-out body would let me, and I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face.
“Those questions are inappropriate for an employer to ask an employee.” She smirked and grabbed a dish towel and started to wipe the countertop.
"So, an employer can't be concerned about an employee's welfare?"
"Is that why you're asking?" She looked at me and raised an eyebrow.
"That's mostly why I'm asking." I hoped I was being charming, but the look on Lisa's face told me that wasn’t the case.
"I'll be fine. Please change the subject,” Lisa deadpanned.
I didn’t expect that to hurt as much as it did. “Hey, last night was perfect—not just the sex—but dinner, hanging out just the three of us, dancing in the nursery…”
“What are you saying, Cole?”
“I don’t know. What if there’s a chance—”
"There isn't, and you know why." She cut me off and picked up the dishcloth again. "We've discussed this. We agreed. We had an awesome night of sex, and CJ is the best, but if great sex and adorable kids were enough to sustain a relationship, the divorce rate wouldn't be so high.”
She was right, but I wished she wasn't right while standing in my kitchen, wrapping her small hands around one of my coffee mugs with sex-mussed hair and wearing my shirt.
“So, what are your big plans for your first day on the job?”
“I don’t know.” She shrugged and visibly relaxed. “I’m gonna let the boss sleep in because he had an off day yesterday, then, I’m not sure.”
“What do you usually do on Fridays?”
