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“Fuck, sweetheart, are you sure?”
“Do I look like I’m not sure?” Sissy cupped her breasts and flicked her fingers over the tips. Cole had always loved to watch her play with her breasts. Always in the past he’d had to ask her to do it. Now, she was more confident in what she wanted and how to get it.
“Jesus, sweetheart, you know what that does to me.” He dropped the condoms he’d pulled from the bedside table on the bed next to him, and reached up to cup her breasts, his hands holding hers against her own skin.
Cole leaned up and took one nipple into his mouth and sucked. He played with the tip with his tongue.
Sissy let her head fall back, her back arch and she leaned into him. If her hands were free, she would have braced herself on his shoulders, instead she trusted him to support her.
Needing more, Sissy rolled her hips, moving her core over his cloth covered erection, wishing his shorts gone. Cole groaned against her skin, sensation flashed through her sending bolts of heat and desire through her, making her skin flash hot then cool before desire pooled low in her belly.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Celia.” He pulled his mouth away from her skin and slid his hands down her sides to grip her hips. “I can’t do what I want, at least until I’m sure I won’t hurt you doing it.”
“I’m tougher than I look.”
“It’s not how tough you are I’m worried about.
It’s the damage that fuckwad did to you. I have no doubt you can handle whatever I want to do.” He smoothed gentle fingers over the bruise that wrapped around the side of her ribs. “This is what I want to be careful of.”
“Be as careful as you want, but make me forget him, make me forget these.” She touched his hand where he still touched the purple spot on her torso.
“I can do that.” Cole closed his eyes and took a deep breathe before opening them again and looking up at her. “Lift up a minute.” He used his hands on her hips to lift her off him.
Sissy lifted herself onto her knees and watched as he shimmied out of his shorts. Before he had a chance to settle, she tugged at his t-shirt.
“Off.”
He glanced at her with a knowing smile curving his lips but took off his shirt too, then lay back on the bed and stared up at her.
“You seem to be wanting to call the shots, so I thought I’d let you. This time.”
Sissy bit one corner of her lip as she let her eyes skim down his body, contemplating what she would do to him. Ideas flooded her mind, but right now a few things were priority. She ached to feel him inside her. She’d waited so long, so very long.
“First things first.” She picked up the condom where he’d dropped it on the bed, opened it and put it on him, then leaned forward. “There is so much I want. So many things I can’t wait to do to you but something else is more important today.” She leaned close enough to let her nipples brush against his chest.
“What?” His voice was little more than a whisper.
“This.” Sissy maneuvered her hips until the tip of his cock lined up with her opening then she pushed herself down over him. She was wet but between his size and the condom, he didn’t go all the way in. She rocked up then leaned up again, this time using her weight to press his erection deep into her.
Sissy closed her eyes and reveled in the feel of him. In the full, right feeling. Her body clenched and fluttered, and she let it. Enjoying the sensations for a moment before moving again.
“Christ, sweetheart. You’re going to kill me.”
Sissy opened her eyes, to find Cole’s hands clenched in the sheets as he fought to let her have control and set the pace.
“You need something?” She rocked up then sank down over her him again. She loved the slide of him inside her. The way he fought to let her stay in control made her feel strong. Powerful. Something deep inside wanted to test his control, see how far she could push him before he lost that control. Soon. But not now. This was about something different.
Sissy ran her hands up his chest, letting her fingers tangle in the smattering of hair surrounding his nipples before teasing the small buttons as she lifted herself off him once more. She stroked herself over him several times more before leaning low so her taut nipples scrapped against his chest as she rocked back and forth.
Cole’s jaw clenched.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You feel so good.” He pressed his head against the pillow. The sheets were balled in his fists as she leaned close.
“Cole?”
His eyes snapped open, and he met her gaze.
“Touch me.”
