I build a rhythm, holding myself up with my hands on his chest, then lean back, arch my spine, and support myself against his thighs. I moan and breathe his name.
He sits up and takes a nipple in his mouth, pulling it in with his lips then dragging his teeth along the peak.
“You need to come for me, baby, I can’t hold…” he takes my ass and pulls me onto him harder and harder.
Biting my bottom lip and relishing feeling so powerful, I run a finger over my clit then bring it to his lips. He sucks in my finger, the fire in his eyes as he watches me burning intense. He’s close to losing it.
And I need him to.
I lean down over him and drag my tongue from the hollow of his throat up his neck and hover just above his lips, “Did you miss fucking me?”
His only answer comes in the form of a growl and hands tightening even more around my hips.
“Show me,” I bite his lip.
Before the words have left my lips, I’m on my back. Cole slams into me and knocks the air out of my lungs. My fingernails dig into his shoulder, and I gasp.
I feel the head of his cock drag against my walls as he slowly pulls out then thrusts back into me so hard the bed rocks. When I open my eyes, he’s watching me, storm clouds brewing in those blue skies, threatening to unleash a storm.
“Did you miss this big dick filling you up?”
“Oh god, yes,” I moan as he continues to drive into me then languidly pull out, over and over again.
Nothing, no one, has ever felt as good. Nothing has ever been anything but a pale imitation of the chemistry we have.
“More, Cole,” I beg.
He bites my earlobe and whispers, as if he doesn’t want to break the spell, the fantasy, “It’s been six years, Em, I don’t want to hurt you.”
Cole was always aggressive in bed, and I wonder how much more so he could be now. He’s mentioned this twice, but I know he’d never hurt me.
Not physically.
Even more, I want everything from him. I want one hundred percent of Cole, nothing less than his body, heart, and soul.
I am not eighteen anymore, I am not a good girl, and I want it all from him.
I run my fingers through his hair, scrape my nails down his scalp, along his neck, and across his toned back.
“I’m yours, Cole. Give me everything you have. I’ve waited forever for it.”
His eyes flicker, and a low primitive rumble comes from his chest, and then I am hit with the force of a tidal wave slamming into me. Throwing my hands up, I brace myself from being pounded into the headboard when he lifts my legs over his shoulders.
“Fuck, Em, fuck,” he pants.
He’s so deep inside of me, hitting places inside of my I was unaware even existed. I clutch for oxygen in between thrusts and crying out his name, a hellfire burning inside of me.
“Don’t stop,” I plead when I feel the crescendo creeping higher and higher.
I feel myself grow wetter, my walls clenching around Cole’s heat inside of me. My nails dig into his flesh, and I bite his shoulder, crying out as the salty taste of his skin stings my tongue.
Cole lets my legs drop to his hips, and I wrap and lock them around his waist. His hands fist my hair, and he sucks the skin of my breast hard enough to leave a mark.
He drops a hand between us, and his thumb starts to circle my clit with expert precision.
“Oh god,” I cry. I am so close to exploding, the pressure inside me well beyond boiling point and ready to shatter into a thousand pieces.
“That’s it, baby,” he growls in my ear. “Give me that cream, come all over my cock.”