“Cole,” I scream and arch my back off the bed, my head thrashing from side to side as his gravelly voice in my ear sends me over the edge.
His pace picks up, his hips firing into mine. The sounds of our skin slapping together join with Cole’s grunts. “Keep coming, baby, give me more.”
“Oh Jesus,” I clench down and dig into his shoulder with one hand, the headboard with the other.
My legs writhe, my body filled with spasms and aftershocks and unending ecstasy. An unintelligible cry escapes my throat as I stretch my neck and my hips twist and thrash underneath him.
“Give me more, baby, a little more.”
My throat goes dry and cracks from the intensity of my cries. Beneath my legs, I can feel Cole’s thighs thrusting, his calves and feet digging into the bed for purchase as the bed rocks and shakes like we’re going to crash through the glass wall and drown in the river below.
It would be a good death.
I don’t know if I am going to be split in two or come again, but my body jerks forward, and it hits me again, a wave of pleasure all at once rising from somewhere deep within that only Cole knows how to unlock. I loop my limbs around his slick body and scream, holding on for dear life, my whole body shaking.
“Fuck Em, I’m…” Cole’s mouth hangs open, and his face twists up into a beautiful, exquisite work of art.
“Give it to me,” I grip his ass and pull him hard, thrusting my hips upward to meet his.
He lets out a deep roar, thrusting as he explodes, and I feel his warmth fill the condom as my hands run down his back, slick with sweat.
He kisses me deeply as he slowly pulls out and I suck in a breath at the sting of being so stretched, a dull burn filling the void.
He pushes himself down and drops his head between my thighs, and his hot tongue covers my entrance, his heat and moisture soothing the delicious ache.
“Cole,” I squirm and let his hair wind through my fingers.
“Shh, let me,” he says against me, the warmth of his breath across my bare skin relaxing me. I can’t possibly come again, but this is somehow more intimate and affectionate, to be comforted and cherished like this.
The way he goes from aggressive and dominant to gentle and sweet, I get the best of both worlds, and I feel like I’m cloaked in adoration, shrouded in safety.
When I release a long, audible sigh and my legs fall limp to the bed, he kisses my outer lips softly and creeps back up my body, peppering soft kisses all along the way until he reaches my mouth.
“That was perfect,” I reassure the worry he expressed earlier, and he rewards me with a smile that reaches his ears.
“You’re perfect, gorgeous girl,” he kisses me again. “Did I hurt you?”
“Mmm, only the good way.”
He rolls over onto his back and stretches his long legs out. He pulls me into his chest. I throw one leg over his and snuggle into him while his arm holds me tight.
“I’m not leaving, and you can’t make me,” I mutter against his skin and take in how good he smells. He’s insane if he thinks I am not spending the night tonight, and I’ll lie on top of him forever so that he has to stay put if I need to.
He chuckles, his ribs visible as his breathing slows “Good, move in. Never leave.”
His comment catches my attention for a second, but then he lets out a yawn, and I decide to let it go as a simple post-sex uttering.
I trace my fingers along each groove of his six-pack marveling in how gorgeous his body is, like a sculpted statue that belongs in a museum. Except I don’t want to share it with anyone else.
“My abs ab-by enough for you?” His eyes are closed behind his long, dark lashes, but he has a sarcastic smirk on his face. The abundance of abs on the covers of my romance novels has become a silly inside joke between us.
“Ab-a-licious,” I kiss his nipple.
Seventeen
Cole
My eyes aren’t even open yet, but I can smell her, the familiar clean linen and floral scent, in my bed. My face buried in a pillow, I smile, roll my shoulders, and stretch my limbs out.