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I lean forward and kiss him gently, then press my finger against his lips before whispering, “Me too.”
I don’t look away as I reach between us and pull my lace panties to the side. I could stop, take the moment to climb off him and undress properly...
But I want Cohen, and I want him now.
My tongue darts across my lips as I watch his mouth open slightly, his eyes fluttering as I encircle his rigid erection in my hand and slowly guide him inside me.
I let out a breath at the same moment he groans, a wordless sigh of relief falling from both of our mouths as he enters me. I lower myself onto him, feeling every solid inch invade me.
“Oh God.” The words leave me before I realize I’ve said them.
“Jesus, Vi, you’re wet.”
“That’s what you do to me.” I sit up straighter, still watching every muscle and tendon clench and bunch in his arms and chest as I rock my hips tentatively. The sensation is a flood of erotic agony, my body urging me to continue and push myself closer to the release I desire so completely. “Tell me how it feels,” I add breathlessly, rocking to feel his length push deep inside me again.
“Like heaven,” he sighs. ‘Like fucking heaven.”
I let my head fall back slightly and my eyes close, picking up the rhythm of my hips. I roll my hips again...again...again in perfect synchronicity with Cohen’s, unaware of everything in that moment except the soft grunts he makes as I force him inside of me, the tight clenching of my own muscles around his cock, and the rhythm and sensations that are leaving me feeling intoxicated.
“Vi, let me touch you.” The rattle of the headboard makes my eyes open, and I stare down at Cohen, only to see his fingers fumbling with the tie, pulling and twisting in attempt to get out of it. His fiery gaze blazes into mine. “Vi—”
“No,” I answer simply, pressing my hands firmly against his chest to give myself more leverage. I grind against him, harder, more urgently. His cock thrusts inside my slick pussy with more fervor. The combination of pleasure and pain makes me gasp, but I’m determined to have Cohen all to myself.
“Vi—” There’s a warning in his tone.
I know Cohen too well. He wants to be able to control this. He wants my body pressed against his as he pushes me to the limit, taking me and wringing my orgasm from me with pure strength and will.
But I’m the one who can control this now. Control him now.
“Come for me, Cohen.”
He’s panting hard as I clench my thighs against his hips and rock forward, harder and faster. Every pulse and twitch of his cock buried inside me is like a lightning bolt of sexual desire crashing against my resolve. “Vi, don’t—”
“I said let it go, Cohen.” Each breath comes from my throat in a desperate whimper, but my eyes are fixated on his. I can see it, the impending shadow in his eyes, the tightening of his muscles...
The wave of sweet release he’s losing control of, unable to keep it at bay.
My nails dig into his chest as I clench around him viciously. I’m relentless, pounding our hips together, burying him so deep inside me that I cry out with each thrust.
But I don’t look away. I can’t. Can’t miss the moment Cohen Bradley succumbs to me. I won’t.
“Vienna—”
He doesn’t get the rest of the words growled out before his hips buck, only driving his cock deeper into me as his release overtakes him. My name is followed by a curse word on his lips as I continue to fuck him, continue to drain every ounce of desire and energy from him.
I lean forward and grip his shoulde
r to hold on, reaching down between us with my other hand to rub at my own clit furiously. I’m on the edge, barely hanging on to my own self control.
In mere seconds, my core clenches violently around Cohen’s cock as my own release collides with his, and I gasp his name as I let the intense sensation consume me.
Even as the aftershocks of my orgasm continue to cause shudders and trembling within my body, I refuse to let up until I’m just as spent and exhausted as Cohen. I slump forward, hands still pressed against the damp skin of his chest, face nuzzled into the crook of his throat. The heaving of my chest slowly subsides, and my heart rate slows to a normal pace.
“Fuck,” I whisper, shocked at my antics. At my insatiability.
“That, you did.” Cohen’s voice is thick, all remnants of his earlier intensity gone. “Vi?”
I don’t even lift my head. “Yeah?”
