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She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, kissing him with more urgency, even if she put her lungs to the test. In retaliation, he flipped her on the sofa and covered her with his body, sandwiching her between the fabric of the couch and his large frame.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he said, in a low voice that left no doubt.
A strand of female empowerment surged through her. God, how she wanted this man. He caressed her neck, then glided his hands down her chest, cupping her breasts over the fabric of the cotton shirt. Then, he dove his hand lower, until he cupped her sex, his fingers parting her folds. She arched herself into his hand, loving how he knew how she liked to be touched down there.
“Cole.”
He rolled his index over her clit, and tingles spread from there to her entire body. Hmmm. Yeah. She shuffled on the sofa, lifting her ass into the air to give him more access. The contact with his palm weakened her knees and left her inner thighs trembling and sticky. She wouldn’t have it any other way.
He pressed his thumb on her clit, the hood becoming more swollen and throbbing against his finger.
She drew a long breath, sweat slicking her forehead and neck. “Aren’t you glad we’ve bent the rules?”
“Trust me, there’ll be a lot of bending tonight.”
5
Cole peppered her face with little kisses until he reached her earlobe. Groaning, he licked the outer shell of her ear, then ran the tip of his tongue from one end to the other. Hot need pumped in his veins, thickening his blood.
A sane man would put a stop to this, even if her rationale had made sense. A sane man would say no. Tonight, there wasn’t a bone in his body able to resist this insanity. Able to resist her.
“More,” she pleaded. “I need more.”
Me too. He always feared the moment he’d need to fuck someone more than they him. And now… excitement radiated from his chest, fast-tracking all his cells. Now, he feared what would happen if he didn’t fuck her. Because there was no way in hell she needed him more than he needed her.
He kissed the graceful column of her neck, licking all the way down the base of her throat. He pulled up the sweatshirt, and a pair of nice, compact tits came into view. Sighing, he picked one of them and licked the taut nipple. Encouraged by the moans escaping her lips, he continued his exploration of her pussy.
Drenching-wet folds met his fingers, and he began to thrust his digits in and out of her sex. She squirmed under him, and he grazed his teeth over her nipple, intensifying the plunges into her hot pussy.
“Yes,” she hissed.
“You’re close, aren’t you, baby?”
The feminine, musky scent of her arousal swirled into his nostrils. A longing to taste her stabbed him, like he needed the fix of the drug he’d already tried and got hooked on. Except he had never tried it. Time to change things.
He lowered himself on her, kissing her belly button on the way to her sex. Positioning himself between her thighs, he inhaled the spicy scent, anticipating how delicious she’d feel in his mouth. She let out a small growl, and he hooked his hand under her hips, lifting her so he could enjoy her pussy.
He stopped touching her, and buried his tongue deep into her, wasting no time. She mewled, the approval he needed, and he sucked her clit, the delicate and swollen bud throbbing on his tongue.
He shifted his focus to the sweet, tangy cream slicking her folds, and licked it off, reveling in the exquisite taste. Savoring her. She touched his head, kneading his scalp, and a bolt of awareness almost brought him undone in his pants. Her encouragement fueled him to move his tongue up and down quicker, adding fingers to match the rhythm and take her over the edge.
Soon, she undulated her hips, restless, and murmuring incomprehensible words. He increased the intensity, furiously, passionately, and maddeningly. His own body darted signals at him, his blood pressure rising more than ever before. A new batch of her cream flooded past his lips, and he swallowed it, every last bit. Her moans sliced the air, the sexy sound echoing in his bloodstream.
When her legs stopped trembling and her body relaxed, he lifted himself on top of her.
“God, this was amazing.”
“You are amazing,” he said, outlining her cheek with his finger.
His gaze searched hers, and they collided. Her pupils were still dilated, flecks of silver glittering her irises. The post-orgasm glow spread across her cheeks, and a strange urge to hold her, to protect her, to encapsulate her into his arms and never let her go scared him.
Nonsense. Fuck her, and it’ll all be over. He captured her mouth with his, kissing her and hoping that hunger replaced the void in his heart. She matched each stroke of his tongue, and for a moment, he wondered if she experienced the same hunger and shared the same void.
A doorbell yanked him from his thoughts, and she jumped from the couch, startled. Another ring, and she gathered herself, pulling up her sweatpants and smoothing her hands down her shirt. Lost between disappointment and confusion, he rubbed his throbbing temples. Maybe one of her friends visiting, or a noisy neighbor. Someone who would say their piece and leave quickly, so they could go back to where they stopped.
He willed himself to get up and pulled up his jeans, zipping them up without looking at her. A tingle from their intimate moment still whispered beneath his skin, warning him that despite this setback, every inch of him was ready for more.
“Waiting for someone?” he said, when they were both clothed. A stain of red still covered her cheeks as she finger-combed her hair.
