“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Laney. What am I going to do with you?”
I clenched my thighs at the promise in his voice. When he kissed me again, pleasure shot through me. A moan escaped my lips. The next minutes were a blur. Cole moved from under me, kneeling on the floor, pulling me with him. I was on top of him, but not for long. He rolled us over until my back was flat against the soft carpet.
“If you change your mind, just say so,” he said between kisses. “Okay?”
I nodded, but deep down I knew I wouldn’t change my mind. He trailed kisses down my neck, then moved just over the top of my jeans, pushing up my shirt. I took if off impatiently. He smiled against my skin, getting rid of my jeans. Right there on the soft carpet on the floor, he spread my thighs wide.
I needed his lips on me, and his tongue. I didn’t even have to ask for it, the greedy way I tugged at the carpet gave me away. Cole parted my legs, kissing down one inner thigh, blowing cold air against my drenched panties before moving to kiss my other thigh. I was shaking now as need shot through me.
“Come on, I want in you in my bed, Laney.”
***
Cole
I wanted to give her every chance to change her mind. When we reached the bedroom, it took me longer than necessary to take off my suit jacket. I rolled down the white sun-block shade manually, even though I could also do it with a remote. I was about to blow in my pants, especially because Laney was just wearing a bra and panties and I couldn’t look away. Her curves were perfect. Her legs were lean and muscular, and her ass was deliciously round and perky. Her skin was lighter on her belly than the rest of her body, as if it wasn’t a part she usually exposed to the sun. Her breasts almost spilled out of her bra, and my mouth watered just imagining the moment when it would be out of the way.
“Take off your bra.”
It landed at her feet the next second. She was even more gorgeous than I’d imagined.
“Now, lie on my bed. Spread your legs for me.”
She drew in a sharp breath, following my commands.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
I took off my shirt quickly, then my pants and boxers. I didn’t want anything in the way. I climbed over her on the bed, claiming her mouth. Everything about her was addictive: the taste of her lips, the soft skin under my fingers, the sounds she made every time I touched a sweet spot. I skimmed one hand from her neck over her breast, circling her nipple until it was a hard nub. Then I gave her my mouth, pressing the flat of my tongue against it. I felt her arch her back off the mattress into me. I smiled against her skin, continuing the exploration downward. I wanted to discover her. When my mouth reached her navel, she rolled her hips back and forth slowly, and it was all the encouragement I needed. I drew my fingers over her panties, right across her opening. I moved them slowly, watching her writhe and her breath becoming increasingly more labored.
The damp spot on her panties grew, and then I pushed the fabric to one side, sliding my fingers across her bare skin.
Damn, she was so wet. I slid my finger from her opening up to her clit, circling it very lightly.
“Cole!” Her voice was shaky as she dug her heels in the mattress, as if this was too much already. And I planned to give her so much more. I leaned in to kiss her, twining our tongues, demanding everything she had to give. I moved my fingers and tongue in the same lazy rhythm, loving how her breath turned to gasps. She was becoming desperate, and so was I. I was so hard that I could barely stand it. When she clenched her thighs, trapping my hand, I stopped moving my fingers. I pushed her legs open again, lowering myself until my face was level with her center. Holding her panties aside with my fingers, I pressed my tongue flat against her clit.
“Coooole!”
I got rid of her panties before grabbing her ass with both hands, holding her higher, wanting better access. I worked her with my mouth until her legs shook and she climaxed.
Then I moved my mouth up her body, drinking in the scent of her skin.
“Cole, I need you,” she whispered. I kept kissing upward.
“I need you
now,” she urged. My lips curled in a smile against her skin.
That pleading, desperate tone. Damn. I pushed myself to my knees, taking a condom from the nightstand and sliding it on. Laney’s skin was flushed, and her breath was still coming out in short, rushed bursts. I liked that she was so greedy and desperate for me. I wanted to give her everything she needed.
I placed one of her knees up my elbow before driving inside her. It took all my composure to do so slowly, to give her time to adjust. I gritted my teeth, looking straight at her, not wanting to miss any of her reactions. When I was all the way in, her inner muscles tightened.
“Fuuuck.”
Pleasure shot up my spine, spreading through my limbs. My muscles tightened. I moved my hips back and forth, keeping a slow, deliberate pace in the beginning. Looking at her face being overwhelmed by pleasure was the most beautiful thing I’d experienced. She surrendered her trust and pleasure to me, and I knew with one hundred percent certainty that I wouldn’t tire of this—of her. Never.
I grew more desperate, needing to move faster. I increased the rhythm of my thrusts, glancing between us as I slid in and out, and Laney rolled her hips back and forth frantically.
“Look between us, babe. Look.”