by Amy Lamont
I grinned at him and then sank my teeth into my bottom lip. I dug deep for the courage to tell him the rest of it. Finally, I managed to get it out in a voice just a little over a whisper. “And all day long I’ve been hoping for another first. I’ve wanted you to be my first kiss and maybe even…”
I didn’t get another word out because before I knew what was happening, Cole leaned forward and dropped his bowl on the table with a clatter and in the same motion gathered me in his arms and pressed his lips to mine.
I’d spent many hours of my teen years up until now imagining my first kiss. And in all of my imaginings, nothing prepared me for Cole’s hot, hungry mouth on mine. He didn’t start out soft or sweet, but rather demanded my response from the moment he started the kiss.
His tongue slid out to trace the seam of my lips and I opened to him. He rewarded me by taking my bottom lip between his teeth and nipping me. A sensation between pleasure and pain coursed through me, carrying heat to every part of my body.
I moaned into his mouth and he released my lip, his tongue pushing forward and plunging inside, tasting and teasing me.
My arms slid up around him and as he made a feast of my mouth, my fingers dug into his shoulders, fighting to pull him even closer. He obliged my by sliding a hand beneath my legs and another behind my back and scooping me onto his lap so I sat straddling him.
I immediately felt the hard shaft of his cock pressing against my center. Considering my lack of experience, I would have thought I’d be nervous or frightened. But just the opposite was true. The more Cole gave me, the more I wanted. I gripped him tighter, my hands going into his hair, and without my own volition, I bucked my hips against him, creating a delicious friction that left me wanting even more.
Cole tore his mouth from mine with a growl, but only to move it over my jaw and down my neck. I arched my head back, giving him more access to my skin. He laid hot, open-mouthed kisses in a trail to my collarbone. He paused there to nip the spot where my shoulder and neck met before pulling the skin into his mouth and sucking.
The sensations brought me bucking against him, my hips rocking, as my jean-clad core pressed down hard on his erection, sliding back and forth.
Cole pulled his mouth from my neck and leaned up to catch my earlobe between his teeth. His hands clenched on my hips, helping me pick up the pace of my rocking.
“Sweetheart,” he growled next to my ear.
And I was done. The sound of his grumbly voice so close to my ear, combined with the slip and slide of my pussy over his hard length sent me spiraling to pieces. I came apart in his arms, calling out his name as my orgasm washed through me in wave after wave of blinding pleasure.
When every bit of bliss had been wrung from me, I collapsed against him. He cradled me close to his chest, one hand smoothing over my hair as he pressed gentle kisses along my jaw and cheek.
It took me a few minutes to gather all my senses. When I finally felt fully in control of all of them again, something occurred to me. I grinned against his neck and whispered, “Two firsts in one go.”
I heard the low, rumbling start in Cole’s chest before his body started to shake with his laughter. His arms came tight around me and he held me close. “Glad I could give that to you, sweetheart.”
I giggled without lifting my head from its comfy spot on his chest. “You and me both.”
His body shook again, and I enjoyed the feeling of his laughter. Then I realized that wasn’t the only thing I was feeling. His erection still pressed up hot and hard between my legs.
I pulled back to look down into his eyes. “You’re still…” I could feel myself blushing and couldn’t help but roll my eyes at my own embarrassment. For heaven’s sake, I’d just rode out my pleasure on the man, how could I possibly be embarrassed now?
Cole stroked a hand over my back with a heartbreaking tenderness. “I’m fine, sweetheart. I enjoyed every second of having you in my arms and getting to watch you come apart.”
I bit my lip as I studied his face. His expression told me he meant exactly what he said. If this was as far as things went between us, he’d be happy.
And it was for exactly that reason I knew I could trust him with my body and say what I wanted to say next.
I leaned in close to his ear as I spoke softly. “But Cole, think of all the firsts I’d be missing out on if you stopped there. First time a man saw me naked.” I pressed a kiss to the spit just below his ear. “First time a man sucks my…”
I didn’t get another word out. Cole pulled me back just enough to give him access to my mouth again. He kissed me long and hard and deep so that when he pulled away, I was panting and gasping for breath.
His gaze searched my face. “Ivy, we don’t have to go any farther than this. As tempting as it is to give you all your firsts right here and right now…”
I couldn’t hold back a small whimper in my throat at his words. At that moment, there was nothing I wanted more than for him to give me all my firsts right here and right now.
“Jesus, sweetheart, you’re going to be the death of me. I’m trying to do the right thing here, but if you keep making those noises…”
“I think you and I have different ideas about what the right thing is,” I told him.
He groaned and pulled me tighter against him. “Ivy, we just met.” He pulled me back and searched my face again and I watched as a little bit of suspicion leached into his face. “Is this because I told you I’m a shifter?”
I wrinkled my nose at him. “What does you being a shifter have to do with anything?”
“I know some women get off on the idea of being with a shifter. It’s like some kind of taboo…”
I smacked his chest. “Eww. No! I don’t want to be with you because you’re a shifter.” I leaned in closer to his ear. “Though, I do think it’s kind of hot and later…like much later…I’ll probably have a thousand and two questions about that. But no, that’s not why I want to be with you.”
I rocked against him again, but he settled his hands on my hips and held me still. He continued to search my face, as if seeking some reassurance.
Obviously, he had some issues about this. I figured it was my job to reassure him. I leaned my forehead down to let it rest against his while I looked into his eyes. “I want to be with you because you’re my dream man. Shifter or not. Something inside me recognized you the second I saw you this morning, and the feeling that what’s happening between us is perfect and right has only grown as the day went on. After waiting twenty-two years, I’m not jumping into this lightly. I’m jumping into it because I know without a doubt you’re the one I want to give my first to.”
Cole opened his mouth, but I wasn’t finished. I pressed two fingers against his lips to keep him quiet while I said everything I needed to say.
“I’m not sure what will come of this. If after the snow is gone and the roads are clear, we’ll want more than what we have right now. But I know however things turn out, I won’t ever regret giving you as many of my firsts as I can. I couldn’t regret it.”
His eyes blazed up at me fiercely, the brown becoming almost amber around the edges. Before I knew what he planned to do, Cole stood up, still holding me in his arms.
I squealed and wrapped my arms and legs around him. “What are…”
“Shhh, sweetheart. I want to give you as many first as I can, too. But I’d rather the first time I slide inside you be in my bed, not on the couch in my living room.”
Well, alrighty then. I tightened my arms and legs around him, letting him know without words that I was one hundred percent on board with his plans.
“Don’t let go, baby,” Cole said as he moved us toward the stairs.
“Never,” I whispered.
Chapter 8
Ivy
Cole laid me down on his bed and wasted no time in giving me one of the firsts I had mentioned. He made fast work in sliding my sweater over my head, unsnapping my bra, and tugging off my pants, panties and socks. In th
e blink of an eye I was spread out naked in front of him.
“Gorgeous,” he whispered from his spot at the side of the bed, his eyes raking over every inch of me.
I tried not to squirm. His eyes told me he enjoyed every bit of what he was looking at, but being exposed to him, especially as he stood there still fully clothed, sent an odd combination of excitement and nervousness spiraling through me. Without thought, I lifted an arm to cover my breasts.
“No, Ivy, leave your arms at your side. I want to see you.”
I shivered at the command in his words as they set off sparks of desire throughout my body. Something about the way he spoke made me eager to obey him.
“Raise your knees, baby.”
I took a deep breath and did as he asked, putting my feet flat to the bed and raising my knees up.
He bent and braced a hand beside me in the bed and kissed me, this one long and slow and sweet.
“Good, girl,” he whispered against my lips.
He stood again and brushed his thumb across my lips. Then he continued trailing his hand down, sliding it over my neck and pausing so his thumb could caress the spot he’d sucked on earlier. His eyes held mine when he dipped his hand lower and slid a palm over my breast.
I couldn’t help it, I arched up into his palm as he cupped me. Again, his thumb caressed me, this time teasing my nipple as it slid back and forth across it.
“I can’t tell you how much I love knowing I’m the first man who gets to see you like this. The first man you gets to touch you.”
All I could do was nod as my throat went dry and all my nerve endings stood on high alert, waiting to see where he’d touch me next.
A small smile tilted the corners of his lips and I had a sense he knew exactly what I was thinking. He slid his hand over to cup my other breast and give the hard nub of my nipple the same treatment he’d given the first.
Now his eyes left mine, dipping down to watch his hand move on my body. “So beautiful.”
My eyes drifted closed as I gave into pure sensation. I didn’t feel him move so I jumped in surprise when he pulled my nipple into his hot, wet mouth. His teeth nipped at me and then his tongue came out to sooth the same spot, his mouth never ceasing in sucking.
I felt like I was coming out of my skin. My hand came up to hold his head in place as he continued to suckle. My hips arched off the bed, seeking something to give my center the friction it craved.
Cole didn’t disappoint. Even as he moved his mouth to my other nipple, his hand slid down to my raised knees. He gave them a nudge. “Spread for me, baby.”
And I did. I moved my feet apart so my most private spot was open and bare to him. He pulled away from my breast just long enough to glance down between my legs.
“Pretty pussy,” he said as his fingers came up to tease me there. He returned to sucking and nipping my nipples while his fingers teased my clit and slid into my soaking wet core.
He slid up my body, his fingers never stopping their dance, until his face was level with mine. He kissed me once, twice and again. Hot and open-mouth, but quick. “Look at me.”
I fought to pry my eyes open, feeling almost drugged into a sensuous lethargy. His eyes burned into mine.
“What do you want, Ivy?”
I shook my head against the pillows as he finger rubbed harder against my clit, sending shock waves of desire through me and pulling me close to the edge.
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart, or I’ll stop.”
“No,” I gasped. “Don’t stop.”
“Tell me.”
I dragged my eyes to his. “You. Inside me. I want…”
I couldn’t go on as two of his fingers plunged inside me. I lifted my hips to meet the thrusts of his hands. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it another minute, he pulled his hand away.
“Nooo,” I whined.
“Shh. I’ve got you.” He stood next to the bed again and with short, efficient movements, stripped his clothes off.
As much as I wanted his hands and mouth on me, I couldn’t say I felt disappointed at the loss. My gaze was riveted to his hands as he revealed each inch of skin and muscle. My mouth went dry at the sight of his broad chest and the ripple of muscles over his abdomen.
When he got to his pants, I couldn’t help myself. I sat up on my knees and as he bared his long, hard length, I reached for it. I ran my hands down the length of it as he made quick work of stepping out of his pants and kicking them aside.
His hands moved to mine. I made a mewling sound of protest in my throat, fearing he was going to pull my hands away. But instead he moved his hands over mine, showing me how he liked to be held and stroked.
When I got the rhythm he liked down, he dropped his hands to his sides and let me play. I stroked him up and down, loving the silk over steel feel of his cock. I couldn’t take my eyes from him, and without making the conscious decision to do it, I leaned down and licked the bead of liquid that formed at his tip.
He groaned and I turned my eyes up to his to test his reaction. His hand came to my head, pushing me closer to his cock again. I obliged, moving my mouth over him and down until the head of his cock pushed at the back of my throat. I hummed at the taste and texture of him, and began to suck him in the same rhythm I’d stroked him moments ago. My hand wrapped around his base and followed the up and down glide of my mouth.
I turned my eyes up to his face again and found his eyes closed and his head thrown back, his breathing coming in heavy pants. A surge of feminine power flowed through me as I realized I was giving him pleasure just like he’d given me.
As I continued to stare up at him, he opened his eyes and tilted his face down. He slid his hand down to guide my mouth off of him.
“Don’t you like that?” I all but whined, wanting the feel and taste of him back in my mouth.
“I love it.” He leaned down and kissed me quickly, using his weight to bear be back against the pillows again, his body following me down to the bed. “But I don’t want you to think I forgot about giving you what you wanted.”
Even as he spoke, I could feel his hard tip nudging my center. Instinctively, I opened to him, spreading my knees apart and wrapping my legs around him.
He eased forward slowly and I reveled in the feeling of him entering me. He stopped only when he met resistance. He pulled up and looked down into my face as he pulled back a little and then plunged into me to the hilt.
I cried out, a small pinch of pain hitting me before it eased into a sensation of fullness unlike anything I’d experienced before. Cole waited a long moment, sheathed inside me as far as he could go. After several long seconds, a need started building inside me, and I couldn’t stay still.
I bucked up against him, and it was like a switch was thrown. He pulled back and plunged inside me again and again, powering into me as though he’d never get his fill.
I rocked my hips against him, rising up to meet every thrust. I could feel something building inside me, just like earlier on the couch, but this time with ten times the force behind it.
“Oh, Cole, I think…I can’t…”
“I’ve got you, sweetheart. I want to feel you come on my cock,” he growled into my ear.
He picked up the pace of his thrusts and I got closer and closer to the edge until I couldn’t hold back another second. My orgasm rippled over me so hard my head flew back and my eyes fell closed and his name was torn from my throat. The feeling was violently beautiful, each bit of pleasure being wrung from my body as he continued to drive into and out of me.
I clung to him as I rode it out. As the last of the pleasure drove through me, his motions became faster, more erratic, until finally he came inside me, continuing to move until he emptied every last bit of himself into my body.
“Ivy,” he groaned as he collapsed on top of me. I welcomed the weight of him pressing me into the mattress, holding me down as the last of the aftershocks shivered through me.
When our breathing subsided from panting ga
sps to something closer to normal, Cole pulled himself out of me and slid to my side. I moaned at the loss of him, but he quickly eased my body into his arms, holding me against him with my head cradled on his shoulder.
After a few minutes, he used his fingers under my jaw to tilt my face up to his. He stared down at me for long moments. “Any regrets?”
Touched by the concern I read in his face, I grinned. “My only regret is that I only get one first. I wouldn’t mind having that first over and over again.”
His grin matched mine before he leaned down and kissed me, long and lingering and sweet. When he pulled back he said, “ Don’t forget, there’s always your first second time.”
My grin widened into a smile. Goody.
Chapter 9
Ivy
Cole spent the next twenty-four hours giving me enough firsts to last a lifetime. We got out of his bed only long enough to forage for food, but even then we ended up on the rug in front of the fireplace with our hands and mouths touching and tasting every bit of each other.
I reveled in every second of it, dreading the moment we got word the roads were clear of snow. As soon as we were able to get out, it meant that the men looking for me could travel again, too.
Laying on the couch in front of the fire together after we’d cooked dinner together again, I thought about confiding in Cole. I knew a lot of the work my father did with me was for the government, and I worried that sharing what I knew with Cole might mean putting him in danger.
His hand smoothed up and down my back, caressing me through the T-shirt of his I’d donned for our foray into the kitchen. It was the most clothing I’d worn in the last twenty-four hours, I realized with a grin.
Cole looked down at me. “What’s that smile for?”
I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, I felt a tingle up my spine. Not the kind of tingle caused by Cole’s hands, but rather the precursor of a premonition.