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Suddenly, his tongue slipped inside of me, and I gasped. The sensation was intense, and I could feel my muscles tightening with each thrust. I was on the brink of an incredible orgasm. But I couldn’t quite relax into the sensation, still feeling shame.
He pulled away, and I opened my eyes to find him smiling down at me. "Let go," he chided me gently. Then he returned to eating me out with blissful abandon. He looked as if he were genuinely having a good time, and I certainly was, as pleasure curled through my muscles until they all tightened.
“Shaw,” I moaned, and the sound of his name seemed to drive him even harder.
He let out a low roar of a sound that vibrated against my clit, and I gasped. He was eating me out as if this turned him on, as if he were driven by an animal need now. The realization he loved working his mouth against my clit, loved thrusting his tongue inside me, washed over me along with a sense of relief and joy.
The pleasure rippling through my body was too much, and I could no longer hold back. I cried out, my orgasm washing over me in waves of pleasure. His tongue continued to explore until my body could no longer handle it. I lay there, panting and trembling, as my orgasm crashed over me in waves. My hips bucked and he rode them, his mouth still working furiously on my clit until I collapsed, spent and sated.
There was blood in his stubble, but I had just the quickest glimpse of it before he rose to his feet and disappeared in the bathroom. For a second, shame spiraled through my gut again, making me feel tight and embarrassed.
“That was fun,” he said, reappearing with a cheeky grin. His face was clean, and he carried a damp, warm cloth.
“I can do that,” I said as he reached between my thighs.
“I know you can,” he said, pressing me back in the pillows. “But I told you I was going to take care of you while you weren’t feeling well.”
He ran the warm damp cloth over my folds, cleaning me off, and the cloth moving over my sensitive, aching clit made my hips jerk with the aftershocks of my orgasm. He watched me intently as if he loved watching my pleasure. Then he helped me pull my panties back on, my hips rising to assist him. I felt odd, but also…completely cared for, in a way I never had before in my life.
And the pain of the cramps was gone, as if Shaw’s tongue had worked magic.
He curled up in bed with me again, pulling me against his body, and I rested my head on his chest as he reached for the remote and turned it back on.
I looked up at him, befuddled, but didn’t dare say the words until he looked down at me and asked, “What is it?”
“You don’t want anything…”
“In return?” His brows arched. “I want your trust, Amelia. As much as I want to feel you around me, to come together… I want you to know you’re safe with me. I’m not going anywhere.”
I bit my lip, feeling too overwhelmed to respond.
“Besides,” he said, pressing play on our show. “I still don’t know if Ross and Rachael ever get back together.”
I leaned into his warmth and let myself relax.
CHAPTER36
Amelia
The sun shonedown on Cole and me, and I could feel its warmth on my skin as I stripped off my t-shirt, leaving me in just my sports bra and leggings. It was too warm, even at this time in the fall, when we were working so hard. Cole had taken off his shirt, and sweat glistened on his body in the bright sunlight. His toned muscles shone with his exertion and my gaze lingered just a bit too long on his chiseled frame.
Cole caught me looking at him and gave me a knowing smirk. I felt myself blush slightly, both embarrassed to be caught looking and surprised that Cole had reacted with cockiness. He always seemed to look away whenever the air felt charged between us.
He came towards me, stopping just close enough that I could feel his breath on my face when he spoke. “Do you want to keep going?”
I swallowed hard before responding, “Yes.”
He nodded and stepped back from me.
We started slowly at first, but soon found our rhythm and our bodies moved in sync with each other.
Our breathing quickened and our movements became less controlled. I lost myself in the work, the feeling of our bodies moving together, the sound of our breathing in the strangely silent training yard. When Cole's hands touched my body, I became keenly aware of both of us, completely grounded in the moment. The unique scent of his sweat was just a hint of that King woodsmoke and a musky scent of his own, touched with leather. He was so close his body heat made me glow with warmth. My breaths began to come short and shallow, both from exertion and desire.
There was something different today in the quick flow of our movements as he whirled to attack, blocked me and counter-attacked. The feeling of being alive and strong and in the moment sang through my muscles.
He wasn't holding back so much anymore. As I blocked each strike, his strength rocked me, and I had to dig deep to keep up.
I’d blocked a blow from Cole, but he was already in motion again, spinning around me and striking at my face. I hadn’t even seen the blow coming and only blocked it at the last second. I stepped back, trying to get space between us, and realized I was out of breath. A sense of shock washed over me from being almost hit in the face.
