Heaven Inside You(12)

“Oh…”

His hands caressed the backs of her thighs, the slope of her hips. Her head fell back, eyes closed, feeling, sensing, being, living. She’d never imagined it possible to experience such pleasure as he brought her legs down to rest over his shoulders, his hands roaming all over her. Tongue flicking, licking, drawing her climax closer, closer.

He moved his teasing thumb down to the puckered hole of her anus, lubricating it with her juice before probing gently and inserting it slowly, leisurely. A roiling tension shot through her belly. The movements of his tongue continued, torturous. He suckled on her clit and moved his tongue to her pussy, stabbing her, entering her. In and out, in and out, while his thumb followed the same rhythm in her ass.

“More…”

He increased the tempo. Just enough.

Yes.

It was rising.

Rising.

Higher, higher.

She was floating, drowning.

In bliss.

“Cole. Oh God. God, Cole, I’m coming.”

He jabbed her pussy one last time and opened his mouth to suck on it.

“God. Yessssssssssssssssss. Ohhh!”

Her eyes glazed over, and she screamed, nearly got off the bed in ecstasy.

The ripples of pleasure overtook her in a tidal wave so powerful that he had to place his free hand on the rounded curve of her stomach, and hold her still as she buckled forcefully against his mouth. He kept tasting her until the waves subsided, and she slumped on the bed, boneless. He got up on his feet and leaned over her, trapping her body between his arms. He took his time kissing her, letting her taste herself on his lips.

“Delicious. You’re better than candy, my sweet.”

“I still want you inside me.”

“Turn around.”

“Wait—it’s my turn to taste you first.”

She got up off the bed as he stood up to his full height. Her palms felt warm as she ran her hands over his chest, stomach, and thighs, the muscles flexing at her touch. He was so aroused, the pain of waiting must have been dangerously close to unbearable. Her touch was soft but firm, unhurried, as she lightly raked her nails up and down the straining length of his arousal, teasing, maddening.

“Touch me. Harder.”

She took his cue and closed her fingers around his thickness, moving her hand up and down in a pumping motion. He closed his eyes, savored her touch, let out a groan.

“Yes, do it. Like that.”

“How about like this?”

He barely registered her words, only watched her as she sank to her knees and took him in her mouth, sucked him, licked him. No holds barred, she used her hands, mouth and tongue to lightly caress his balls, making the blood rush to his engorged cock. A few drops of moisture tasted salty on her tongue as she twirled it on and around the crest. As if with a mind of their own, his hands traveled to the back of her head, holding her still as he guided his cock inside her mouth and slowly fucked her.

In.

And out.

“Jesus Christ, yes! Suck me.”

She felt a surge of satisfaction as he threw his head back, breathing hard, pulling her hair tighter as a wave of pleasure seemed to overwhelm him. She was getting wet again, wanting him, needing him.

“Stop! Now! Stop!”

He pulled out of her mouth suddenly, his breathing ragged and shallow.

“I want to come inside you.”

He pulled her to her feet, lifted her slightly by the buttocks until her feet were off the floor and stepped with her back to the bed. She circled her arms around his neck as they exchanged hungry kisses. The linens were fresh and welcoming, the feel of his weight on her heightening her own arousal to fever pitch. She opened her legs wider and welcomed him in the space between her thighs. His kiss turned raw, aggressive, tongue delving deep in her mouth, taking her, marking her. Their bodies rubbed, flesh against flesh, scents mingling, devouring each other like starved animals.

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Cole was floored by his desire for this woman. He knew then with an unwavering certainty that he would never let her go. He wanted her, not just in his bed, but in his life, joined to him in all the ways that a man could be joined to a woman.

There was no logic in this, only feeling. And he was man enough to admit it to himself—and to her.

His cock, straining and ready, found her and entered her, deliberately, in short, measured strokes. His eyes never left her face.

He thrust to the hilt. Hard.

Olivia cried out, and he muffled the sound with a deep, penetrating kiss.

He found her hands, laced his fingers with hers and pulled them up high above her head as he rode her, fucked her.

The movement thrust her breasts upwards. He held both her hands captive with one strong arm and moved the other to her waiting nipples, pinching hard with his thumb and forefinger. Administering sweet pleasure-pain doused by the rasp of his tongue over her tortured peaks.