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Having lost the power of speech, I nodded as Cole approached me and guided me across the room toward the bed. Keeping his eyes on mine, he gripped the lapel on each side of my blazer and pushed it slowly off my shoulders, letting his hands drag down the length of my arms until the jacket hit the floor. Still keeping his eyes firmly locked on mine, he gripped the bottom of my blouse, again keeping contact with my skin as he dragged his fingers up my sides, brushing the sides of my breasts and finally pulling the garment over the top of my head. I could feel my breathing pick up as my heart raced faster and wetness soaked my panties.
Cole’s eyes darkened even more as he bent his head to leave a trail of kisses from the back of my ear, down my neck, licking the skin just above my collarbone. At this, I brought my arms up to grip his biceps to keep my balance, which had the bonus effect of pushing my tits closer to his mouth. Cole pulled first the right cup and then the left down under my breasts, presenting them to his waiting mouth, and proceeded to lavish each with attention, tightening my nipples into tight buds with his tongue and teeth one at a time. A husky moan left my lips at the sensations and while I never wanted him to stop what he was doing, I was also aching for him to touch me, lick me, fill me where I was aching.
Like the mind reader he was, Cole removed the suction from my left breast with an audible pop, and sank to his knees, so he was face-level with my waist. Chest heaving, I looked down at him, my hands now on his shoulders as he moved to unbutton my jeans, moving his hands around to cup my ass, while moving the denim down my legs.
“I love these panties, Blaire. I love the feeling of silk covering your ass, the sexiness of the lace, the sensibility of not having a string of floss between your cheeks all day. They’re perfect for you.”
Well, that was definitely the most detailed a man had ever been about my lingerie choices before, but that sort of thorough and interpretation of details was totally and completely Cole. Cole, who was now encouraging me to pick up one foot at a time so he could remove my jeans, while burying his nose into the damp silk of said lingerie. He inhaled deeply, saying, “My memory could never get your smell or your taste just right. You said this place would smell like sugar, but all I can smell is you.”
Well shit. Apparently, the already awake sexy version of Cole is one who fires on all synapses and does not hold back when it comes to the dirty talk. I was not complaining.
He moved aside my underwear, running his finger through the wetness he found there. Just that one graze of a finger and I already felt like I was in danger of my knees buckling and falling to the ground. Sensing this, Cole put his hands on either side of my hips and gently pushed me backward, sending me bouncing slightly when my back hit the bed so suddenly. Pleased with the motion that move had done to my tits, Cole smirked and then went back to lavishing his attentions below my waist. Seeming to be done with my sensible panties, he pulled them down, waiting for me to tilt up my hips so he could peel them off.
I would have felt self-conscious, being fully bare on the bed with a man who was fully clothed, but no one had ever made me feel as safe or as sexy as Cole did in that moment. He pushed my knees wide apart and circled my clit with his pointer finger, making my hips shoot off the bed before he brought his other hand to my pelvis to hold it in place. Apparently, he was into making me feel my pleasure. He inserted first one finger and then two before curling them up to hit that spot deep inside of me, making me test the strength of that hand holding me in place. He brought his mouth to my clit at that point and moved his tongue and fingers in rhythm together, spiraling me higher and higher.
“Wait!” I exclaimed suddenly.
Cole immediately removed his hands and mouth, looking up at me with concern.
“No, I mean, that was fantastic. But I want you inside of me. Please?”
Cole suddenly looked furious at the world.
“I can’t believe it, but again, I don’t have a condom. I thought putting one in my wallet would just be too tempting.”
“Well, I believe in learning from my mistakes. There are condoms in my backpack now, in the zipped pocket along the back. I wasn’t sure if another blizzard would strike and trap you here during the festival, not able to get back across to your place...it was a whole fantasy thing.”
Cole quickly moved to my bag, resting against the wall, and fished the three condoms I had stashed there when we got back from the capital two weeks ago.
Pulling off his shirt, again in that one-handed, behind-the-head sexy way, and throwing it on the floor, Cole made his way back to the bed, his eyes raking over my naked body like he couldn’t wait to devour me whole.
Chapter 25
Cole
I stalked back to the bed, devouring Blaire’s body with my eyes, thankful for the bedside lamp that was providing me more light to see her with than the moon had weeks ago when the power went out. I threw all three condoms onto the bedside table, along with my glasses, as I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down, my long johns and briefs making their way to the floor shortly after. Blaire giggled at the sight of my long johns, but quickly sobered when my hard cock slapped against my stomach once I freed it from my briefs.
Her eyes were trained on my wrist as I gave myself a few quick pumps, twisting my wrist each time as I approached the head. Three condoms, I thought to myself, three chances to bury myself inside her.
Apparently impatient with my pace of standing over her and looking, Blaire started to skate her hand down her body to her beautiful, perfect pussy, playing with her clit as I stood there dumbfounded.
Let’s focus on not blowing in the first condom within the first thirty seconds here, Thomas. Then we can worry about rounds two and three.
I climbed onto the bed and crawled over Blaire so her body was boxed under mine. I grabbed the hand that was playing with my pussy and brought her fingers to my mouth so I could taste her. Blaire’s eyes widened as I sucked her fingers into my mouth, pulling them out with a pop and moving her arm so it was pinned above her head. For good measure, I grabbed her other hand and had it join the first, both fitting inside one of my hands.
“I’ll be the one to stroke that pussy, thank you. It’s owned me for the past two weeks. It’s time I returned the favor.”
As I brought my hand down to her slippery center, Blaire tilted her hips up to meet me, struggling to string a sentence together but managing to say, “I can appreciate where you’re going with the whole arms pinned above the head thing, but one of us going to need two hands to put that condom on because I thought I asked you to get inside me a good five minutes ago.”
I really met my match with this one. She accepted my dirty talk and urges to be in charge in the bedroom, but also wasn’t afraid to let me know when something wasn’t working for her. I released her hands and handed her the condom, moving back so she could sit up and roll it down my cock, but not before working the drops of precum gathered on the tip of cock back into my skin with a few pumps of her own. My hand never left Blaire’s clit during her sure-handed maneuvering, but the few additional pumps she added to my cock after it was sheathed in latex was enough to have me laying her back on the bed and pinning her arms above her head again.
“That’s enough of that, ma’am. Now that I’m ready, I can’t go another second without being inside you.”
I brought my other hand to the base of my cock and lined myself up with Blaire’s center, the tip brushing her tantalizing pink flesh. I couldn’t decide where to look, at Blaire’s face to watch her gasp when she felt that first brush of contact, or down where we were about to be joined. Eventually, the joining won out, and I watched as I inched myself inside of her until I was fully seated inside her, locking together like a perfect fit.
Now I looked up to see her eyes searching for mine, her chest heaving in tempo with my own, both of us struggling with the effort to stay still. I decided to release her wrists at the same time she pushed against my grip to move her arms to the back of my neck.
“Move, please,” she said as she pulled my head down to crush my lips to hers, and I had no choice but to comply with her request. I slowly drew myself back and thrust back in, this time meeting Blaire’s hips in a thrust of her own. We fell into a slow and steady rhythm with our mouths and our hips, until she slid her hands from my neck down to my ass and said, “Harder, faster,” against my mouth. It was like she was in touch with my base desires, and I instantly picked up the pace, pistoning into her faster and harder while her legs replaced her hands above my ass, changing the angle and causing me to go deeper.
