He looked at me, smiling, as he unclasped the woman’s hands from the back of his neck and returned them to her sides. She turned, shooting a thousand dagger stare straight at my soul, before she huffed away, disappearing into the crowd.
Cole moved toward me. “Hey, I’m really sorry about that. Some women, you know? They just have zero class.”
I replied, “It doesn’t bother me.”
He started laughing, flashing his pearly white teeth, and said, “It doesn’t?”
Before my brain could stop my mouth, I said, “No. You’re free to see who you would like.”
“But what if you are who I’d like to see?”
“Why, sir, you’re making me blush,” I said, pressing my palm to my chest.
The music started and he looked over his shoulder to the dance floor.
Turning back to me, he asked, “Can I have this dance?”
I held out my hand, which was quickly captured by the hand of another. “Adeline,” a familiar voice came from the owner of the hand.
My gaze trailed up the sleeve of the dress blues. “Elijah,” I said, wrapping my arms around him.
“How have you been, Adeline?”
I nodded. “Surviving,” I said, trying to hide the bruise on my arm.
Unfortunately, it guided his gaze right to my arm. His eyes widened when he saw what I was trying to hide. “I’m sorry you had to deal with that,” he said.
Cole chimed in. “Elijah, who is this beautiful girl?”
Elijah wrapped his arm around a young slender woman, just as beautiful as could be. “This is the girl I’ve been telling you about. This is Heather.”
Cole stretched out his hand to shake hers. “Heather, it is nice to meet you. I’m Cole.”
“This is my Lieutenant, Cole Almen, sweetie,” Elijah added.
I reached out for her hand. “I’m Adeline. I’m…” I paused because I didn’t know what to say.
Cole chimed in, looking at me with a smile. “Adeline is my guest of honor.”
“And a beautiful guest she is,” Heather complimented, shaking my hand.
“A definite keeper, Elijah,” Cole said.
Elijah grinned.
“Now if you will excuse us, this beautiful girl was about to grace me with a dance,” Cole said, leading me out on to the dance floor.
The DJ was playing mostly fast paced music, but Cole walked over and whispered something in his ear, then walked back over and took my hand, leading me out to the middle of the wooden floor.
As if on cue, most of the crowd left the dance floor except for a few couples. I stood there awkwardly as the lights dimmed.
“May I have this dance, Miss,” another sailor asked.
I felt Cole’s warm hand grasp my forearm and tug me toward him.
“No, she’s taken,” Cole said, gazing into my eyes.
I turned back toward the dining area, nervous, feeling too awkward to dance, whereas he seemed rather at ease, like this was a usual thing for him.
I wonder how many girls he’s done this with.
I’m definitely not the first, not with all these suave moves. Cole stepped closer and I followed suit, closing the gap by taking his hand.
I was flattered that he was showing me such attention. He grasped my hand tightly as he twirled me two times, finally stopping face to face with him, with his palm pressed to the small of my back. I clasped my hands behind the back of his neck as the intro to the song softly floated through the ballroom, and for a moment I felt like we were all alone, in a sea of darkness. The song the DJ chose was Sam Smith’s “Lay Me Down.”
God, he couldn’t have set this up any better.
With his hand firmly pressed to the small of my back, he stared straight into my eyes as the chorus exploded from the speakers. Raking his fingers around my waist, he drew me in with his entrancing gaze.
I melted inside; this is how I had always imagined what being swept off my feet by Prince Charming would be like. I just never imagined it would be Cole. I tried my hardest to keep Ezra in my thoughts, but as Cole leaned in and rested his silky skin on my cheek, I closed my eyes and exhaled a small breath, losing myself in the moment. My mind was on nothing else.
The song, mixed with the aroma of the expensive smelling cologne wafting from his neck, thrust my body into a ravenous hurricane of lust. I couldn’t resist him.
Running his fingers up the length of my arm, he rested his palm on the back of my neck. I could feel his breath pass over my ear, sending a pulse of electricity down the length of my spine. Shifting his face slightly inward, he pressed his lips onto my cheek, and as we danced, his attraction was made plain by the rigidity of his cock pressing against me. His lips slid closer to mine, his grip on the back of my neck tightened as he pulled me in the rest of the way, tenderly pressing his lips to mine. I could feel the warmth radiate to every nerve ending in my body.
Everything faded away…the balloons, the moon, and all the pompous housewives cackling in their little corner. It was just the two of us, swaying gently to the rhythm of the song, amidst a crowd of onlookers.
Cole gently pulled away from the tender moment we were sharing as I slowly opened my eyes from the dreamlike state I had been transported to.
He pulled me toward the bar, and sat me down on a stool. “I’m going to show you a good time tonight. You need it, and frankly so do I.”
“Haven’t you already been doing that?”
“There’s a lot more fun to be had.”
“Oh?”
“I’m gonna break you down, Ms. Chevallier. In more ways than one,” he flirted.
I rested my hand on his knee. “There's more than one?”
“Two wines, please,” he ordered and then turned to me. “There are at least one hundred and seven when I last took count.”
“Mmmm, you’re starting to sound less and less like a gentleman, Mr. Almen,” I said coyly.
“Who would ever call me a gentleman?”
"Not me." I smiled as we continued to flirt like never before, tossing back glass after glass of wine. After my third though, the last bit of inhibition I so desperately tried to hang on to had dissipated.
He leaned in, skillfully grazing my ear with his bottom lip, then moved away, my eyes still closed, reeling from his overt seduction. He touched the edge of my bottom lip with the tip of his finger, then positioned his knuckle under my chin, guiding me toward him. The anticipation swirling in the air around us was palpable.
“Are you ready to get outta here?” he asked.
I nodded. He had swept me off my feet and I couldn’t speak…I couldn't think…I couldn't say no.
ABSOLUTION
By the time we got home, I was half asleep from the alcohol. Cole had to pick me up and lay me down in bed. This was starting to become a habit, but I liked that he took such good care of me. He pulled off my shoes, kissed my forehead, and closed the door behind him.
I lay awake for about an hour, replaying the evening in my mind. I finally decided I couldn’t wait any longer. I wanted him…all of him. I got up and headed toward his room, walking up the stairs slowly, so to not make a sound.
Turning the antique metal knob slowly, I pushed the wooden door open. It creaked ever so slightly as I peered into the dark room. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I quickly made out Cole’s silhouette lying on the bed.
I pushed the door all the way open and tiptoed into the room, the wooden floorboards squeaking ever so slightly.
I sat next to him, caressing his arm softly. He rolled over and slightly opened his eyes.
“What’s wrong?” he asked softly, his lids fluttered back closed.
Realizing that he was not going to wake up, I stopped rocking his body back and forth. The sliver of light from the moon that shone through his bedroom window made him appear almost angelic as he slept. I looked over his body; the shadows of his muscular arms tantalized my womanly desires to look further. It flowed down his lean abs, which disappeared into his ti
ght navy blue boxer briefs, enticing me to jump in. I traced my finger along the black elastic, hoping he would feel the sensation and wake up.
Time almost stopped as I surveyed every ridge and valley that made up his marvelous body. The alcohol made me feel as if I were having an out of body experience; overwhelmed by the feeling of intrigue that rushed over me as I watched him lay there sleeping.
Resting my palm on his cheek, I quietly laid down next to him, my thumb caressing his face as I studied every crease that life had doled out to him. I had never noticed how long his eyelashes were, or that they were the same color as his hair. In all the time we had lived together, I had never had the occasion to analyze every twist and turn that made up the face that I thought was so familiar to me. But now…in this light…with alcohol still flowing through my veins, I could clearly see him for the man he had become to me, and it was not the man I thought I knew. The glimpses and the innocent grazes before tonight were just a mere prelude to what my body felt for him at this moment.
Inching closer, I slid my fingers through his soft hair, leaning close enough to his neck to smell the cologne that had enticed me earlier on the dance floor. I loved the scent; the only way I could describe it, which did not make much sense, was that it made him smell like a man. The aroma made me want to claw off what little clothing he had on and have my way with him.
I wonder what he would feel like inside of me?
I pondered the question as I traced my bottom lip with my fingertips. Completely void of any inhibitions, and throwing caution to the wind, I closed my eyes and leaned in, ever so gently touching my lips to his.
I opened my eyes to look for a reaction, but he was fast asleep. My coy advances would need to be more overt if I wanted to illicit a response from the half-naked man lying in bed next to me. I closed my eyes again, slid my tongue into his mouth, tightening my grip on the fistful of short hair I held in my hand.
COLE
My eyes slowly fluttered open, taking a moment to discern the situation. I could smell the alcohol on her breath and the saltiness of her lips. The sliver of moonlight, which offered the only source of light in the room, glistened off of her smooth face.
She moved her lips away from me and whispered into my ear, “I want to feel you inside me, Cole.”
I did not quibble with words, and certainly did not deny her request. I made quick work of grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her quickly toward me, pressing her slight frame to my body. I thrust my tongue into her mouth passionately, teasing and enticing her. Fully awakened by the sensation coming from below, I was overwhelmed with the countless months of suppressed passion that I harbored for her.
As my dick pressed against her, she bit my lip, which drove me wild. I craved this woman’s body, having spent weeks anticipating this moment and how I would ravage her if ever given the chance. The anticipation was dim compared to the intensity that billowed around us as we kissed. Shifting from my side, I pushed her shoulder back toward the bed as I rose to position myself over her, raking the hem of her dress above her hips.
My fingers traced a line from the tip of her shoulder to the curve of her hip, squeezing the warm flesh of her ass. My body throbbed, hungry to be inside hers, almost unable to control myself as the intensity of my lust added heat to the already sweltering July evening.
God…this woman.
I traced my fingers from her knee up along her inner thigh, stopping at the elastic edges of her lace panties. I could feel her heaving breasts rubbing my chest as I neared her core. Her breath panted heavily as she slightly separated her legs, welcoming my advances.
I tugged at the material, maneuvering past it, wanting to feel the warmth she had to offer. Her body language begged me to enter, and as our kisses intensified, I slipped a finger past her slick lips, and massaged her from inside. She hugged my neck tightly as I worked methodically to slip in another finger, then a third, arousing her in the place she had always kept hidden from me.
I was taking full ownership of what was rightfully mine as I whispered in her ear, “I love you, Adeline.”
Professing my love for her verbally for the very first time, I grasped the back of her neck, guiding her on top of me.
I looked intently into her eyes, searching for a response to my words, but she did not reply.
ADELINE
Why does he have to bring this up now?
Pushing myself off him, I adjusted my dress and got out of bed, slightly irritated he was ruining the mood.
“I just want to have sex! Why do you have to talk about all this?” I asked in a stark tone as I walked toward the massive window in his room, leaving him ready, but alone.
Looking out into the backyard, I crossed my arms, wondering if I should just leave now, since we hadn’t gone that far.
This is a mistake.
I decided to sleep off the wine alone in my room, I stepped back from the window, but my escape was hindered by his approach from behind. His skin touched mine, giving off just enough electricity to change my mind about leaving.
“I just want sex tonight, Cole. No strings, just sex,” I said quietly, my skin pulsating from the alcohol.
“That’s all?” he asked as he unzipped the back of my dress, sliding the material off my shoulder. The dress slid down my body, falling into a small heap on the floor around my ankles. My skin was exposed to the silver moonlight as he pressed his shirtless body to the bare arch of my back.
He moved my hair off to one side, and I instinctively tilted my head in the same direction, exposing my neck, which was ready to be ravished by his kisses. He bent down to kiss my skin with a softness I had never experienced with another man, even Ezra. Skillfully, he cradled my bare breast in his palm as he removed his briefs with the other.
His massive dick rested on the arch of my back, making me ache for him in places I never knew existed. He made me feel like no one else existed when he touched me in the secret ways I had always fantasized about. He moved his hand from my breast, down my stomach, past my panty line to massage my clit. I stood in the window, exposed to the world, moaning in pleasure as his probing caused my tight opening to slicken with anticipation.
I shuddered with satisfaction as every cell in my body dissolved in pleasure. His overpowering touch produced a current which radiated the length of my body, finding its way to every nerve-ending.
“Stop playing with me,” I moaned as I leaned back into him, holding onto the back of his neck.
He slid my panties down my hips letting them fall on top of my dress, then pinned my body against the wall next to the window, guiding his dick inside of me. I bit my lip to hold back a moan as I scraped my nails along the wall.
COLE
Pressing my body to hers, I kissed her on the cheek as I ravaged her from behind. My rhythm was slow and methodical, taking my time to make it last as long as I could.
“Stop treating me like a lady,” she demanded through gritted teeth. “This is what you wanted, so do it right.”
“Don't tell me how to fuck you, Adeline,” I whispered in her ear.
“I'll tell you what I want,” she sassed, pushing her body away from the wall, struggling against my grip.
I pushed back, holding her hostage against the wall as I traced the edge of her ear with my tongue, thrusting into her wet pussy.
“Show me you want me. Show me you want me as much as I want you.” She exhaled.
Up for the challenge, I withdrew from her body, took her by the hand, and led her back to the bed. I sat at the edge as she slowly spread her legs and straddled me. I cradled her hips in my hands, her hair flowing down between us, grazing the skin on my chest, covering her breasts from my view. She slid onto me, allowing me to fully dive into her hot pussy. She quivered as she engulfed my entirety, accepting all the rawness I had to offer. Her walls clamped down around my hard dick as she began to slide me in and out.
ADELINE
I bit my lip to hold back the moans as I raked my nails a
cross his back, leaving a small trail of blood along the scratches, which caused him to growl and thrust into me harder. His hard work spiraled me into a whirlwind of undeniable satisfaction, and the moans, which I could no longer tame, burst out, filling the otherwise quiet room. I was sure the neighbors heard me, but I didn’t care, secretly hoping they were enjoying the moment as much as I was.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, digging my heels into his ass, and as we rutted against one another, my lungs burned from the physical demand.
The sweat cascaded down my neck, dripping off of my bouncing breasts, puddling in the creases created by our bodies pressed against one another. I rode him…plunging onto his rigid cock, every pass building up tension between us.
I begged to be granted a quick reprieve, the absolution I certainly did not seek out when I started this day, but now was intent to end the night with.
As our lips met, I sank into the warmth of his kiss with a sigh. His attraction was as unmistakable as a volcano rising mightily out of the sea, filling me completely, as though he was formed just for me. Reckless and devoid of inhibition, I lowered my guard, submitting all that I was, longing to be shackled to his bed, and to be dominated by him in ways I had only read about in books.
“Do you like it like that, Daddy?” I asked in between breaths.
“Call me your daddy again, baby,” he demanded as he pulled my hair.
I smiled at his words and rode him faster, my thighs slapping against his.
COLE
I had waited for what felt like eons for a moment like this; a moment with a woman I cared about…a moment with her. I hadn’t felt passion like this in years. Sure there was Catherine, but that was just sex. It was nothing like what I had with Adeline. Savoring every moment, inhaling what was left of her perfume from the evening, I shifted the wisps of hair that hid her breasts from my view to reveal their full composition to me.
She was sleek and perfect, and I greedily suckled on each breast as she continued to ride me voraciously. She flung her head back into the dark room, groaning with each pass as she tightened her grip on the fistfuls of hair in her hands.
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