Chapter Nine
Dear Diary,
I wouldn’t take it back, but it scared me…
The calluses on his hands scratched over her silk top. He massaged the hem of the delicate material between his thumbs and forefingers, and lifted it to expose her flat yet soft midsection. She stared into his eyes, could see the desperation sure to be a reflection of her own, and nodded when he stilled. She needed this.
He slid forward on the bed, held her gaze until no longer possible and kissed her just above the navel. She secured her palms to his shoulders, her head fell back, and she moaned.
His words comforted her, allowed a connection of trust that until now, was only a fantasy. He didn’t even flinch at David’s name, and yet here she was, jealous over groupies throwing their underwear at him on stage.
She closed her eyes and focused more on him. His lips on her belly were warm as they roamed. The trail of moisture left in their path cooled and made goose bumps form on her skin. He sustained just the right amount of pressure in order to make her crave more. With his lips a breath away from her skin, he hovered as though he’d continue the torturous path, but he didn’t. Her body ached for him to get on with it. She let go of his shoulders and grasped his hair, understood his test of her readiness, but my God…
He chuckled and kissed her in the same spot once more, before he strayed over to her hip. His hands shook as he sought out the waistband of her skirt in order to tug it down, and continue lower. She shivered.
Encompassed in his arms, he held the rear clasp and paused to seek out her approval. She nodded with slow seduction, her lip caught hard between her teeth to refrain from mimicking an excited bobble head. He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. Their gaze held while he lowered the zipper on her skirt, at a pace that made his hand pause after every tooth gave way. He wasn’t kidding when he said they’d go slow. Her anticipation built to an extreme high, his every touch teased her.
When the skirt loosened, it fell lower on her hips and showed off her lacy, black panties. She ran her fingers through his hair and he dropped his forehead to her waist with an exhale of breath. This was it, the loss of control she’d fantasized about.
The skirt fell to the floor with a slight shake of her hips, a way to tease him back. She fidgeted behind her waist, then neck, and let the delicate material float to the floor. He gripped the bed and admired her through half-lidded eyes as she stood there in front of him, sans bra.
His Adam’s apple bobbed with a deep swallow before he traced a line with his finger from her belly button down to her smoothly waxed mound. “God, you’re beautiful. The smell of your arousal is making my mouth water. I’m dying to taste your cum.”
Her body quivered, and she stared at him to see if he detected her contentedness with his wild nature. Never had anyone spoken with such blatant sexuality to her; she loved it. She squeezed her legs together. Her body wound so tight in response, it wouldn’t take much for the long overdue release.
“Let me take care of you, baby.” He stood up, placed his hands on her bare hips, and directed her back onto the bed. “Lean back, hands or elbows on the bed, whichever is more comfortable. Spread your legs for me.” The smile on his face when she did so, without hesitation, spoke volumes. He loved the slight edge of control.
Something in his voice shook her to the core. The way he held her gaze, used his hands to help her lie back before he stood tall and grabbed the hem of his shirt to lift it over his head—wow. It shouldn’t have surprised her he would tend to her first. He’d been doing it for days. The dimple in his cheek when he smiled said Boy Scout, but she doubted he collected any badges.
Her eyes dried as she stared to take in every inch of his muscled, tattooed body. She didn’t want to miss a detail. From her angle, his dirty-blond hair and blue eyes magnified his godlike body. What would the scruff along his jaw feel like scouring her? And, until now, men with pierced ears wouldn’t grab her attention. For him, it worked.
Dampness swelled between her thighs while she imagined using her teeth to tug at the silver studs. He smoothed his hands up her thighs, brought her back to the moment, and held her legs open so he could stare at her. He lowered to his knees.
Right now, she needed him inside her but, oh God, the other parts of her body he could flirt with too. His smile exuded all kinds of sin. She may never recover from this night. He blew the slightest breath over her swollen nub. Even when she tried, she couldn’t stop the shudders that raced with her pulse.
“Cole.”
He smiled and traced his finger around her opening, never with quite the amount of pressure she needed.
She squirmed. “Damn you Cole, I will haunt you.”
He chuckled and continued the same torturous path with his tongue. Her juices flowed with every scratch of his stubble, the friction more sensual than she’d imagined. His moan of pleasure overwhelmed her. She let her head fall back and eyes close.
“Look at me, baby. I want to see you when you come.”
She lifted her head and glared at him. “Then you better hurry, or I make no promises about using my teeth on you.”
He shook his head and laughed at her. “Feisty. I like it. Hang on tight.”
She scowled at him when he lowered to lick her once again with a teasing smile on his face. This time he inserted his fingers inside her, palm up, and drew her clit into his mouth to suck on it, hard.
A tidal wave flowed through her unlike anything she’d experienced before. It tingled, developed into wave after wave of pleasure. He took in her reactions, responded to them in all the right ways. When he curled his fingers up with just the right amount of pressure, she grappled for the sheets and arched her back.
“Oh God, I can’t stop it.” The muscles in her body clenched and she struggled to keep her eyes open. His touch created a sensation beyond ecstasy, and she could no longer control its urgency. Her toes curled when he rubbed that spot, oh that spot, and all ability to hold back gave way. A rush of excitement burst inside her and she came, erupted like a firework that’d shot into the air with an anticipated whistle, and exploded. She rubbed against his face without resistance, until warmth flooded her. She latched onto his hair with sweaty palms and grinded against his tongue to draw out her release.
When the tremors subsided, he licked the last bit of pleasure to gush from her body, but she forced him away, the sensitivity too much.
He drew his fingers out, put them in his mouth, and moaned. “Mmm, tastes better than I imagined. Hope you’re not too spent. We’re just getting started, sweetheart.”
She collapsed back onto the bed. Never had she come like that and yes, she’d heard about “the spot,” but didn’t really think of herself as having one. Sex with David was great, even in its routine, but this was so much more.
“Wow. Wow.”
He laughed. “So I’m guessing you’ve never had a G-spot orgasm before?” He leaned back onto his heels with his eyebrows raised. His smile glistened with her climax. “I gotta tell ya Isabelle, you taste incredible. Not ever have I needed to work so hard to keep up with a woman. I could eat you all night.”
He winked at her with a devilish grin. “But I hope you don’t think I am done with you yet.” He stood and unzipped his pants.
She leaned up on her elbows again, studied him while he hooked his thumbs in his pants and lowered them to the floor. “No, I haven`t. I thought a woman’s G-spot was a myth made up by men, to, you know, get more sex.”
She tilted her head to the side. “Commando hey?”
He kicked his pants aside and stroked himself with a gleam in his eyes that stirred her excitement once again. “Underwear is overrated.” He climbed on the bed, placing gentle kisses up her body. She reclined with him while he crawled over her. His hard length captured her entire view and she swallowed hard.
“Like what you see?” He kissed the tip of her nose.
“I don’t think that will fit.”
His laugh relaxed her. Exposure to his lifestyle made it easy to dwell on why he chose to be here with her. She shook her head to clear the doubt that would only get in the way of satisfying many things, along with the list.
“Yes, it will fit, if we go slow. Think you can do that, go slow?”
She nodded. The ability to form actual words more absent than usual.
“And stop thinking negative things while you’re agreeing to my every wish.” His tone grew serious. “I’m right where I want to be. Believe it or not, I need you, more than you know.” He leaned down and kissed her with tender passion.
A tirade of emotions shortened her breath, so she placed her hands on his chest to counteract the lightheadedness he often created. “I don’t know how you could tell what I was thinking but yes, I have a hard time believing a man as gorgeous as you would be the slightest bit interested in me. That is my problem to overcome, not yours. I need to remind you, no attachments. Can you do that, for me?”
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He fisted the sheets on either side of her head, didn’t like the doubt she had about her beauty. Not get attached? Too late. The image of her leaving killed him. If he didn’t find a way to accept her as is, she’d go elsewhere to fulfill her list, and he wasn’t cool with that. He could do this. After all, he could put on a convincing show.
He stilled himself and focused on her lips, refused to show her the weakness in his eyes. “How many lucky bastards get to have sex with women, no strings attached? You’re every man’s fantasy.” That sucked.
She smiled when he leaned down and rubbed his nose on hers and stole another kiss. He monitored her gaze for any indication his little white lie hadn’t succeeded. He swallowed hard and his arms shook, unaware until now how much he needed her.
“It’s okay.”
She laced her fingers behind his neck and guided him down on top of her. Their bodies trembled together and he kissed her with every ounce of the desperation that overwhelmed him. He skimmed his hand down her outer thigh to the back of her knee, directed her leg around him. She moaned into his mouth when he used his hard length to rub her swollen nub as the movement opened her to him. She was so wet the silky friction would undo them both.
As he thrust through her folds, he let go of her leg and roamed up her body with his hand. Goose bumps formed on her skin while he massaged his way to her breast. With light, feather touches, he outlined her breast with his fingertip, worked his way to the center and rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her eyes glazed over with the small amount of pain.
He closed the distance between their bodies, placed more pressure on all the points he stimulated and licked her neck, just below the earlobe. She rocked her hips, sought out her own satisfaction, and coated him with her pleasure in the process. He loved it.
“Cole.”
He smiled into her neck, loved the desperation in her voice. He needed to see how far he could take her, what heights she was capable of. He kissed down her neck and collarbone, latched onto her nipple, and sucked, hard.
“Oh yes.”
Cream flowed from her body and she rotated her hips enough that the crown of his hardened length slipped inside. He froze, overwhelmed by the desire to thrust forward, into her heat.
“Isabelle.” He closed his eyes and felt the heat of his own breath on her breast. “Now would be a good time to push me away. God, you feel like heaven. The idea of claiming you bareback makes me hard as steel.”
She smoothed her hands down his back, shifted her hips, and forced him in deeper.
“Uh, I have a condom in my pants pocket. Several, actually.” He rested his forehead on her breast, a little embarrassed but still determined to use each and every one of them.
She stroked her fingers through his hair. “Cole. David was my only and we were tested. I’m clean, with an IUD. The doctor wouldn’t let me leave his office without protection. I couldn’t risk getting pregnant before surgery.” She writhed beneath him. “Unless you pull out, I’m not stopping you. I want you.”
Her tight passage stretched as she used her legs to urge him in. He put his hands on either side of her head and held her in place while he kissed her through another inch. They both moaned.
An unexplainable sense of emotion washed over him; the offer was so desirable. “I’ve never taken a woman without protection, ever. I get tested regularly just for my own peace of mind. I’m clean.”
He slid free from her body and she growled. He drove back into her, a little deeper than before. “Are you sure?” He needed to hear her say it.
“I’m sure. I want you. I want to feel you, feel alive. Just promise me one thing?” She closed her eyes and her breath paused beneath him.
“Anything. I think we’ve already established that I will do anything for you.”
Her smile touched her eyes before they opened. “After I get used to your—” She half coughed, half laughed. “Size. I don’t want you to hold back. Don’t be gentle with me, okay?”
A gush of moisture coated him. The added lubricant made it easier for him to drive into her passage, and moan in sheer ecstasy. “I promise you. I have never experienced anything more amazing in my life. I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back. I want to fuck you so hard. When I’m deep inside you, I’ll only want to be deeper.”
A quiet gasp escaped her, but the lust in her eyes spurred him on. He kissed her hard, overwhelmed with a need so strong his body ached to touch her. She wrapped both legs around his waist and flexed to force him forward, balls deep inside her.
He broke the kiss first and leaned his forehead against hers. “Vixen.”
She massaged around his muscled body and scratched her nails up his back. He closed his eyes and let the feel of her heat swallow him at a slow pace.
“I won’t break. You fill me more than I have ever been filled. Make me scream. I want to feel you explode inside me.”
“Fuck.”
He knelt between her spread legs and slid his hands under her ass to lift her. The spot that would make her see stars was in perfect alignment. He pumped into her slowly and swirled his hips, until her body informed him he’d hit the right spot.
“Oh yes. Right there.”
Her half-lidded eyes and her body gave her away. No need for words, her walls swelled around him, and squeezed him out. The cream that flowed from her body with each stroke enabled him to demand his way back in. He buried himself so far into her his body tingled at the brink of release.
From the gleam in her eyes, and grasps at his sweaty skin to hold him in place, the sensation was too much and she held back. He leaned into her ear and whispered, “I don’t think so,” as he maneuvered his hand down between them. Her nub was so swollen with need that the second he touched it, her hands loosened. She threw them over her head and gripped the edge of the mattress. Let him have his way.
The spotted blush that surfaced on her skin after her surrender, told him she needed to let go. He played with her nub with the determined precision he stroked a guitar string and pumped into her hard.
“Oh. Cole. Don’t stop.”
Her deep, fixed gaze compelled him beyond the boundary of her rules. No other experience would ever compare.
His gaze roamed to where their bodies joined, mesmerized by her spilled juices with every back and forth motion. The sight alone aroused him, the need for relief unbearable. Before she could come back down from her high, he flipped her over. “Hands and knees beautiful, this one’s for me.”
Only just into position, he captured her by the hips and slammed into her from behind, hard. He kept an eye on her for any indication he’d hurt her. Nothing. In fact, she anchored herself with the bedding and propelled back on him, thrust for thrust.
“One more beautiful, give me one more, now.”
“Asking a bit much, don’t ya think?”
She laughed but he caught her off guard, used his thumb to gather her cream and circled her puckered, virgin hole.
“Ohhh.”
“Mmm, like that do you? I can’t wait to fill every inch of you, even here.”
The second he eased his thumb inside, she rocked back for more. “Touch yourself.”
She followed his direction and the added stimulation relaxed her tight hole. He slid his thumb in a little farther. She writhed as if she had no say over her body’s actions, a complete loss of control. He swelled to an unbearable size; he couldn’t tease it out any longer.
With his arm out to brace himself, he fell over her back and plunged into both of her holes. Her body shook along with his while he erupted deep inside her. Marked her. When his orgasm subsided he closed his eyes and held himself still, buried to her core and with no intention of leaving.
Ever.
She collapsed onto the bed and he on top of her, too weak to hold himself up. Sweat covered their bodies, and their breaths panted in rhythm to one another.
“Cole?”
“Hmm?”
“Can’t. Breathe.”
He lifted his upper body to rest on his elbows. “Sorry, honey.”
She giggled face down into the mattress.
Did he really want to know? “May I ask why you’re laughing after sex? That’s not quite what a man wants to hear.”
She twisted, extended her arm behind in search of his face, but he bit her fingertip.
“I laughed because I had a brief flashback to all the wicked and dirty ways you touched me, and still, you call me, honey. I am lost for words. No one has ever made me feel more alive than you have in the last, oh hell, how long have we been in here?”
He could only think of more perverted things to corrupt her with, but yes, she was still precious. He bit her shoulder and she yelped. “Would you rather I call you minx? Sex fiend? Insatiable? I am pretty sure half the floor heard you scream, so maybe rock groupie?”
They both laughed, and he pulled out of her body.
She winced.
“Sorry, baby.”
She buried her face into the bed again and her body vibrated. He swatted her ass and her muffled laugh altered into what sounded like, a moan. He glared down at her with raised eyebrows. “Interesting. New bucket list item?”
She flipped onto her back and opened her mouth, with some smartass comment in mind from the cocky tilt of her head. He stepped back to give her room, tripped over his pants and tumbled to the floor. They both curled up in hysterics. She stood before he could regain his composure, with that spark of challenge in her eyes. The defiant one he’d seen every morning for days now, before she’d shove him aside and beat him to the bathroom.
“Fuck. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
She followed his gaze and shook her head with a smile. His cum dripped down her inner thighs. The sight of it held him in a trance as he imagined all kinds of territorial innuendos. Mine.
“Knowing you put it there, is even hotter,” she whispered.
His gaze met hers, and he bit his lip. The words of commitment he held in could very well ruin the moment. Something about the way she spoke with such enchantment in her eyes, made every heartache along the way worthwhile. He’d found her, in the end.
She broke eye contact and held her hand over her heart. Panic replaced the enthusiasm he’d acquired an instant addiction to. She rushed for her bag and sprinted to the bathroom. Did she regret what she said, what they just did?
He lay back on the floor naked supported by his elbows and stared at the spot she vacated, caught in a whirlwind of emotions he never expected. The evidence of his claim on her opened something in him that would never close. How was he going to pretend to be okay with letting her go?
He wasn’t.