She'd wanted everything to make sense. Had insisted on it. But maybe love didn't make sense.
Not that she was in love with Cole. She liked him. She lusted for him. But love? No. She wasn't there yet. Not after only ten hours together.
But could she fall in love with him one day?
If he always treated her the way he had last night, as though she were a precious gift to be cherished, worshiped? Then, yes, she probably wouldn't be able to stop herself from falling in love with him.
A hairy, muscled leg pushed between hers as Cole used his thigh to open her up to him.
Anna could now feel exactly how wet she was as her slick flesh--he'd called it a pussy, and instead of being horrified, the word had only aroused her more--rubbed against him. Her clit was already swollen and she loved the way the hair on his leg rasped against the hard nub where all of her pleasure seemed to be centered.
Before she realized it, she was riding his thigh, grinding into it harder and harder as his hand on her breast stopped teasing the puckered nipple and started squeezing it in earnest.
Oh God. She couldn't believe it. She was going to come.
After the way Cole had drawn out her climax the night before, after experiencing the exquisite release, she had thought she'd be sated for a while--longer than a handful of hours, certainly. Never in a million years did she think she'd be getting herself off against his leg first thing in the morning...or that the pleasure would be even greater for the slightly wicked nature of it.
Reaching for the peak, Anna squeezed her eyes shut and arched into his hand at her breast. Her breath caught in her throat as the first explosions started to rock through her. The shockingly wide, hard pressure of Cole's cock head against her labia stilled her. But then hard-tipped fingers came down over her clit, throwing her into an even harder climax, just as Cole pushed into her snug channel.
Still slightly sore from the previous night's lovemaking, her internal tissue tried to protest the invasion, but her continued desire for the man now taking her so roughly--so wonderfully--overpowered that protest with a flood of moisture to ease his passage.
"Open up for me, sweet Anna," he urged her in that sinfully hot voice that would have turned her insides into a puddle if they weren't already there.
She could feel how tightly her internal muscles were squeezing his hard shaft despite how much she wanted him inside of her. She tried to take a deep breath, but all that did was tighten her down on him further.
"I want to," she whispered, and she did. "I'm trying," she said, and she was. "Help me,"
she begged him, still pleading with him for her pleasure, even past the night hours.
Holding himself perfectly still inside her, not nearly all the way there but still so big she thought she might burst from the exquisite pressure, she felt his tongue move across the top of her shoulder, one long, smooth, wet stroke all the way up her neck to her earlobe. Without any effort on her part at all, her muscles unclenched and let go of their tight grip on him.
"That's it, sweetheart," he praised as he slid deeper, her muscles and flesh separating for him. "So tight. So hot." His tongue found her neck again. "So soft." She tilted her head back so that her mouth could find his and he murmured, "So sweet," against her lips.
His tongue found hers and then he was slipping out of her and repositioning them so that she was flat on her back, with her legs spread wide open. He found a condom in the bedside table and she watched with rapt fascination--and desperate desire--as he slipped it over the crest of his erection, then all the way down the thick, long shaft, shiny with her juices.
"You're beautiful, Cole."
He went suddenly still between her thighs, a heartbeat away from plunging back into her wet heat. "You're not scared anymore?"
She blushed to remember how worried she'd been last night, how frightened she'd been of his size, his sensuality. When he'd undone her blindfold, the size of his erect penis made her blanch with shock, with the sure knowledge that she couldn't possibly take him inside without being torn in two.
It didn't occur to her to be anything but honest. "How can I be scared when you make me feel so good?"
His pupils, already dark, nearly doubled in size as he looked down at her nakedness, the way her thighs were spread open for him, the way her breasts shook and bounced as she reached for him.
"You make me feel good, too, Anna. So good I'm surprised the pleasure isn't killing me."
No one had ever wanted her like this. No one had ever looked at her with such dangerous heat. No one had ever tied her up and played with her body until she was begging, pleading, crying for release.
No one but Cole.
Her husband.
At the exact moment that she pulled his head down for a kiss, he drove into her pussy, hard and deep. She lost her exhale to his lungs and he took what was left of her breath with a searing kiss.