by KB Winters
“So good baby,” he rumbled out. I could feel his hands gently running through my hair. Normally, I hated when guys put their hands in my hair while I was in this position, but with Cole, it felt natural. When his blunt nails scratched along my scalp, I sighed with pleasure.
I placed my hands on his hips and pushed him back and off the bed. He went with my motion until he was standing at the foot of the bed. I moved my legs out from under me so I could sit on the bed in front of him. My legs were straddling his, as I continued to place kisses against his washboard abs. I could feel his breathing speed up slightly, and I smiled knowing that he was enjoying this as much as I was. One of his hands slid from my hair to gently cup my cheek, not pushing me, just resting against the curve of it. I turned my head slightly and placed a soft kiss on his palm.
“You are so beautiful.”
His softly uttered words fanned the flames of my desire even higher. It wasn’t the first time I’d ever been called beautiful, but it was the first time I’d ever heard it so earnestly spoken. I turned my face back to his abs and parted my lips to suck lightly on his tanned skin. The salty flavor was pleasant and his warmth seemed to spread from my lips to the rest of me. I nipped lightly enjoying how he tensed before relaxing again. I looked up at him from beneath my lashes. I’d always been told it was sexy when I did that, and now was apparently no exception.
“Fuck, girl,” Cole growled. His hand gripped the strands of my hair tighter and the slight pain made me gasp in pleasure. He must have interpreted it differently because immediately he released them going back to his gentle petting motion. This time it was my turn to smirk and he answered it with a sheepish smile. “Don’t look at me like that. You know exactly what you’re doing and what you look like right now.”
I giggled and shrugged. “Maybe.”
Cole snorted. “No maybe about it. You know exactly how sexy it is when you do that.” His hand moved slightly until his thumb was resting against my kiss-bruised lips. He pushed slightly and I allowed his thumb to slide between my lips until it rested heavily on my tongue.
I could taste his sweat and something almost sweet. The pause gave me time to remember what my goal had been and I removed my hands from his hips, bringing them around until they were on the button of his pants. I looked up at him again receiving his confirmation in the form of a jerky nod. I smirked again before sucking his thumb and sliding the button of his pants through the hole.
His gaze didn’t leave mine even as I continued to lash my tongue against the thumb that still occupied my mouth. The sound of my fingers sliding his zipper down was almost deafening in the otherwise quiet of my bedroom. The moonlight streaming in from the window was just enough to illuminate the room with pale light. I didn’t bother looking down until I’d pulled his jeans and briefs down. I didn’t care what style or color they were—all I cared about was getting him undressed as quickly as possible. When the jeans fell to the floor, Cole stepped back slightly in order to kick them off and only then did I allow my gaze to fall.
His cock was perfect and I couldn’t help but reach out and curl my fingers around it. It was the perfect mix of hard steel and soft heated skin. The sound of his quiet groan as I squeezed lightly was encouragement enough and I slid from the bed until my knees hit the carpeted floor.
“You don’t have to baby,” Cole said softly. He rested a hand against my shoulder as his other gripped my chin and tilted my head up. The look in his eyes was hot enough to make something tighten inside of me.
“I know,” I replied softly. I reached out one hand to once again rest on his hip. “I want to.”
It wasn’t a lie just to appease him. His cock was literally making my mouth water with the need to taste him and feel his weight on my tongue. I leaned in brushing the head of his shaft against my cheek. Normally, I wasn’t big on giving oral sex, but something about how he was letting me choose made me actually want to give him pleasure.
I shifted my grip to the base of his cock and brushed the tip of him against my lips. He was slightly wet as a bead of pre-come leaked from his shaft. I darted my tongue out pleasantly surprised by his taste. Other guys I’d been with were very bitter and acrid in flavor. Cole was far from sweet, but it wasn’t an off-putting flavor, though I might have been biased by the sexual tension between us and our overall sexual compatibility. Regardless, I felt a pull towards him and closed my eyes as I parted my lips fully letting his cock slide into the heat of my mouth.
The sound he made was one of pleasured torture as if my lips were flaying him alive. I swallowed quickly enjoying the musk of his slick shaft as it slid down my throat. I’d never quite grasped the art of deep-throating and I didn’t want to choke myself and scare him away. I slid him as deeply in as I could and wrapped my hand around what would not fit. His fingers brushed against my hollowed cheeks as I sucked powerfully, hoping to get more of his taste.
“Fuck, you’re going to make me come,” Cole groaned out. I opened my eyes and caught sight of his head thrown back. I could see the movement of his throat as he swallowed once and then twice before he leaned his head back down. I caressed the silky skin of his cock with my tongue before pulling back to catch my breath.
“That is usually the plan,” I quipped with a smug smile. I couldn’t help it. Here was this gorgeous charismatic man that any woman would want to sleep with and he was groaning out his pleasure because of me. It was a definite ego boost.
His hand slid back up my cheek and skirted over my ear before burying itself in my thick strands once again. This time his grip was sure and strong and I whimpered in unexpected arousal as he used those strands to lean my head back. I had to let go of his shaft as he bent over in order to claim my lips in a heated kiss. I was surprised by how unbothered he was about kissing me after my lips had just been around his leaking cock. Cole was just blowing past all of my expectations with a wonderful flair.
His other hand slid under my arm and helped pull me to my feet. My heels had fallen off when he’d lifted me into his arms by the front door and without them—our height difference was easily noticeable. It felt wonderful to be wrapped so securely in his strong arms that I didn’t even mind having to lean my head up so sharply just to kiss him. I’d always preferred tall guys, though at my height most guys were taller than me. Still, I couldn’t deny that his more than average height was a huge turn on.
“More,” I panted out when he pulled away. Sometime during our kiss, my eyes had closed, but now I opened them slowly—the pulse of arousal making me sluggish in my movements.
Cole smiled before leaning in to kiss me again. His hand slide up my back until his fingers closed in on the tiny zipper of my dress. It was almost as if I could feel each individual tooth of the zipper open as he pulled it down and I wondered if this is how he felt while I was unzipping his pants. The pace was tortuous, but as much as I wanted to just pull it down myself, I wanted to be patient and see what he would do next even more. When I felt the coolness of the air hit my naked back, I shivered.
Our lips parted, but he didn’t move far. I could feel the whisper of air on my face as we breathed together. Both of his hands helped slide my dress down my arms and past my waist.
“Fuck,” he hissed under his breath as my body was revealed to him. “Do you always dress like this?”
I giggled softly. I’d felt unusually daring that evening and so had worn only my lace thong under the dress. It had come with extra padding attached where my breasts were so I hadn’t needed to wear a bra. “Why? Do you like what you see?”
I put a coy little edge to my voice, but underneath I was still slightly self-conscious. I allowed him to push my face up until our gazes met again.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”
I flushed at his praise, my cheeks gone red in the face of his earnest declaration. “I somehow doubt that,” I breathed out lowly. My response made him pause for a moment.
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I blinked. I didn’t know how to answer that. Of course I knew I wasn’t hideous and had even had that fact confirmed by more than one person on more than one occasion—but I didn’t know if I would call myself beautiful.
“I—oh fuck,” I yelped as I was abruptly tipped back onto the bed. “What are you…?” My words trailed off as I looked down at where Cole was crouched between my legs. His gaze was hot and determined.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, Savannah. I want to make you feel as beautiful as you really are.”
Cole put his hands against the backs of my knees pushing until my legs were in the air. The position made me feel open and vulnerable and I had to fight against the urge to put my hands in front of my crotch. He must have known what I wanted to do, because no sooner had I thought to cover up, I had my legs thrown over his broad shoulders keeping me effectively splayed open. I knew logically what was probably coming, but it still didn’t prepare me for how electrifying it felt when I felt the first touch of his finger against my sensitive pussy lips.
I almost jerked away with how it felt as his finger traced the edge of my cunt over the fabric of my sopping wet thong. The material was silky and thin enough that it almost felt like there was nothing between us at all.
“You smell so fucking good. I bet you taste just as sweet, hmm?”
I opened up my mouth to answer back, but all that came out was a strangled groan as a warm tongue slid over my already engorged clit. I could feel his breath flow over my damp cunt as his fingers slid the fabric to one side. Syrupy pulses of arousal sent shocks through my body, and I could feel my pussy grow even damper with the amount of slick juices I was producing. I didn’t think I’d ever been as wet as I was right then. My lower lips practically vibrated at how desperately I needed to be touched.
But the touch I was practically gagging for didn’t come, leaving me bereft. I leaned my head up off the bed so I could peer down my body. Cole was still in his position, head close enough that I could feel each one of hot his breaths as they washed over my heated pussy. He seemed to be waiting for something from me, but I could barely string a coherent thought together—much less words.
“More…please,” I whined as I gathered the sheets below me into my fists. I fought against his hold on my legs for a moment as if I could somehow get away and finish what he’d started. I never managed to pull away in the slightest because the next thing I knew, a talented tongue was burrowing its way between the slick lips of my swollen pussy.
The back of my head landed against my pillow with a thump as I arched my back with a shout. I hadn’t expected to be so strongly flung back into the grip of pleasure. Never before had anyone taken the time to so thoroughly plumb the hidden depths of my cunt. Cole ate at me like a starving man lighting up my nerves with each flick of his skilled tongue.
My own tongue darted out to wet my dry lips even as words of awe and encouragement fell from my mouth. I was distantly aware of slurping wet sounds as his face became slick with my juices. One particularly devastating lick across my clit sent my pulse rate skyrocketing and I barely had time to draw in a breath before I was launched into climax.
When I finally came back to earth, I found myself gathered in Cole’s arms. I took a moment to let my breathing slow and the lights to fade from my vision before I turned my head, wordlessly asking for a kiss. As our lips slid together, I could taste myself on his tongue and it made me sink even further into his embrace. I don’t know how long we spent trading kisses as our tongues slid together, but I slowly became aware of his cock as the wet head painted the soft skin of my hip. I rolled over until I could grip him again in my hand.
I smiled as he moaned into our kiss before pulling back. “You didn’t think I was done with you, did you?”
Cole huffed out a laugh his eyes sparkling with equal parts arousal and amusement. “Well I wasn’t sure if you would still be up for more after such a spectacular orgasm.”
I rolled my eyes at the smug tone of his voice. I let go of his cock and pushed at him until he rolled over onto his back. I climbed over until I could straddle him with my legs, his hard shaft sliding softly against the curve of my ass.
“Try not to sound too full of yourself there,” I said good-naturedly. Cole lifted his arms and crossed them behind his head. I tried not to let myself get distracted by how good he looked spread out below me.
“Hard not to when—“
I smirked as his words cut off. While he was being smug, I’d once again taken his shaft into my hand, but this time I moved up onto my knees and pulled his cock until the head was resting at the entrance to my juicy wet pussy.
“You were saying?” I asked coyly. I was definitely not unaffected by the feeling of him right outside of where I needed him to be, but I had to show him who was the boss in this bed. When no answer was forthcoming, I lowered myself slightly letting his cock slide until the tip of him was the only part inside of me. It was sweet torture to stop myself from sinking down completely.
Cole’s let out a soft sigh as he looked down to where I knew he could see his cock breaching my pussy lips. His hands moved from behind his head to rest on the top of my upper thighs, but he didn’t push. I rewarded him by moving down further until my pussy was resting on the soft hair at the base of his cock.
“Yes,” I hissed out as he filled me completely. It wasn’t the largest cock I’d ever seen—but even so—it felt as if he were carving out a space solely for him inside of me. I wondered if I pushed down on my stomach, I’d be able to feel him from the outside. When I lifted up a little in order to sink back down again, we both let out twin sounds of pleasure.
I dropped my head back enjoying the whisper of my hair against the small of my back as I found a rhythm of lifting up and dropping back down—that seemed to work well for both of us. Cole was shifting his hips along with mine, pushing up firmly when I pushed back down and drawing breathy puffs from my throat. I’d always loved being on top and in control, but at that moment I wanted nothing more than for Cole to pull me into his arms and take the lead.
As if reading my mind, two arms wrapped around me pulling me tight against Cole’s wonderfully hard chest. I opened my eyes and leaned my head down until our foreheads could rest against one another. I wrapped my own arms around his neck even as I continued to move my body against his. In this position I wasn’t able to really move up and down, but the grinding motion I switched to seemed to please him. No words were needed as we pushed and pulled one another towards completion. I slid my hands into his blonde hair in order to gain leverage to continue moving. This position put us almost even to one another and when our lips met again, it was like being thrown over a cliff.
My second climax was even harder than the first, and I was dimly aware of my voice yelling out in pleasure. I was crushed against Cole, and his fingers dug into the skin on my back letting me know he’d found his own release. I could feel him falling backward with me on top of him, but I was too exhausted to care. The movements made him jerk as his cock softened inside of me. All I cared about was burrowing into his neck and enjoying sweet oblivion with his sexy, spicy scent still wrapped around me.
Chapter Three
The first thing I became aware of as I woke up was how bright it was in my room. My head was pounding and my mouth felt disgustingly fuzzy.
“Cole?”
I opened my eyes when I didn’t hear a response and saw that I was in bed alone. I rolled over into the spot I last remembered him being in, but I couldn’t tell if it was warm from his body heat or from the sun. I tried to swallow against the rising tide of disappointment that welled up within me. Neither of us had said anything about doing this more than for just one night and I’d been the one to initiate things after all. Still, it hurt that he wasn’t even willing to wake up together after such a passion-filled night. Maybe it wasn’t as good for him as I thought it was.
“Get a grip, Savannah,” I muttered to myself. “It’s not like you were
looking for a relationship anyway. It was just sex—awesomely, amazing, life-affirming sex.” I grabbed the second pillow pulling it close to my chest. The sound of my phone falling onto the floor made me sigh and although I really just wanted to stay in bed all day and nurse my bruised ego, I had errands to run and a friend to check up on. With a groan I pushed myself up onto my hands and knees and crawled to the edge of the bed where I’d heard my phone fall.
When I peered over the bed, I was surprised to not only see my phone, but also what looked like a sticky note attached to it. I ignored the bile in my throat that threatened to make an appearance as I leaned over to pick up my phone and the slip of paper. After I picked them up, I shifted back and into a sitting position unworried about my own nudity while alone in my apartment.
‘Savannah,
I apologize for not being here when you woke up. I had to be up early and back at work. I had more than an amazing time with you though, and would love to see you again. Call me and try not to get into too much trouble.
-Cole’
I couldn’t help the little flip my heart did at Cole’s note. It definitely went a long way in reassuring me that I wasn’t the only one who felt the passion and chemistry between us last night. But then that raised the question of whether or not I really wanted to turn this one-night stand into something more? Didn’t I always say I wasn’t ready to settle down yet? Surely one night, as admittedly wonderful as it was, didn’t change years of thinking?
“Need to get a grip kid,” I said to no one. I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I had Cole’s number so it wasn’t as if I had to make any decisions right at this moment. I was definitely not one of those women who worried about some bullshit ticking biological clock. I could worry about what that all meant later. Right then, I just wanted a nice relaxing bath and some breakfast.