Now, I felt feral and ready and was rubbing myself against his soft cock. Cole’s arm moved, sliding down my torso until his hand disappeared beneath the comforter, and I knew he was awake too.
We were tangled beneath the covers, our bodies fitting perfectly together. I stayed still while his hand explored, going lower and lower until he cupped my pussy. His middle finger teased my entrance, swirling around my clit, and I arched my back when he slid that same finger inside me. He thrust his finger in and out repeatedly, and I heard a guttural groan build in the back of his throat.
“Cole,” I moaned. I wanted him so damn bad.
“Hmm.” He moved his head and started sucking at my neck. I wanted him to fuck me but didn’t know how to say it. Just thinking about saying it so bluntly made me feel amateur, silly even.
Instead of speaking on it, I flipped over and faced him, pressing my lips to his. He rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him with hooded eyes. I lowered my gaze to the stubble on his chin, realizing he hadn’t shaved since we’d been in Florida. In school, he was always barefaced, but not now. He looked so sexy like this.
I reached for the box of condoms he’d left on bedside table and, with a shaky voice, said, “Show me how to put it on.”
He groaned, his neck straining as he swallowed. With trembling hands, I ripped open the foil of the condom and placed it at the tip of his cock. He wrapped a hand around mine, guiding me further down his shaft, and I watched with rapt attention as he used my hand to squeeze himself.
“Go slow,” he said after it was on, his voice still laced with sleep. “I’ll be deeper like this, and I don’t want to hurt you.” Hearing that he’d be deeper made me clench.
I straddled him and rested on my knees. He lifted me slightly higher, allowing me to slide his dick between my folds. When I was sure I was ready, I slowly lowered myself on his cock, feeling the delicious stretch of my body as it changed to accommodate him.
His eyes flared, and his grip on my hips tightened as I moved my hips up and down. I whimpered, falling forward, my palms landing on his chest. I finally understood why women became addicted to this feeling. He felt so big inside me, and I felt so full. He slid his hands to my ass and lifted me off him. I frowned and began to protest, but he ignored me and tilted his hips upward, filling me over and over again at his own speed.
My breasts bounced the faster he thrusted, and any pain I felt turned into a searing pleasure that I never wanted to end. “Oh, Cole,” I cried. “That feels so good. Please don’t stop.” I wasn’t above begging, not with this man. I hung my head and allowed him to take charge. His chest, slick with sweat, made it difficult for me to remain steady, so I dropped my hands on the bed beside his shoulders.
The simple change shifted my body and sent him deeper every time. “I-I’m, oh, Cole,” I moaned, squeezing my eyes closed. “I’m close. I’m so close. Please,” I begged. I didn’t know why I was begging, and I didn’t care. This man was undoing me in every way, stripping away all my insecurities, my worries, and it was glorious.
“Shit, Zara.” He growled my name and threw his hips upward several times more. Then he grunted loudly, and the suddenness of his movement sent us both flying over the edge. My pussy clenched around his length, and I swore I saw stars behind my eyelids.
I cried his name over and over again, and it felt like an orgasm that was never going to end. Cole rubbed his hand down my back while I panted raggedly to catch my breath.
Wow. Now I really knew what all the fuss was about. Why the hell had I waited so long to do that?
Because you were waiting for Cole, my heart whispered. I ignored that whisper and looked down at him, grinning.
“I’m positive that was the best morning pick-me-up I’ve ever had,” Cole murmured in my ear, and a giggle burst free from my mouth. I sat up and waited for him to soften inside me.
“Shit. I should get ready for my meeting,” he said.
I smiled. “But you’re still a little hard.” I worked my hips forward and then backward, and he sucked in a breath before locking on my eyes.
“Miss Porter, are you trying to make me late?”
I lowered my head until our mouths were a whisper apart. “Yes, Professor. Is it working?”
He rolled us over and smiled down at me. “You’ll be the end of me,” he said, and then he made me his for the second time that morning.