Heaven Inside You(14)

All of a sudden, she heard a noise behind her, and Cole’s image appeared next to her in the mirror. His forearm snaked around her waist, pinning her butt to his groin, and his head dove to her shoulder, where he nuzzled her, nipped her gently with his teeth, and cooled her skin with light flicks of his tongue. She shuddered.

“I just came to see if you needed any help getting into your bridesmaid’s dress.”

“I think I’ll manage, thank you.”

“But managing is no fun, my sweet. I think you need a distraction.”

His hands were now at her bottom, kneading, tracing the line between her cheeks.

“You’re beautiful, Olivia. Just the way a real woman should be. Lean forward from your waist and put your hands up high, flat on the mirror.”

Her clit was throbbing with need already as his hands explored between her thighs and eased them apart, gentle but unyielding.

In the morning, he had taken her like this while they were in the shower together, getting ready for the early sixty-mile drive to Villa Catalana. Then, however, he had possessed her wordlessly, with silent intensity, as if the wild passion between them made words unnecessary. He had urged her to lean forward on the tile while the water ran sinuously down her back, a stimulating current flowing through the area where their bodies joined. Their lovemaking had been fast, frenzied—they both acting like demons possessed. His hand had gone around her, found her clit, strummed it, once, twice with his fingers, and made her shatter instantly into a million pieces, countless brilliant stars shooting across her blinded vision. With a guttural moan, he followed soon after with his own climax. After that, they’d fallen, utterly boneless, on the floor of the shower, panting, holding tight onto each other, lost for words.

This time, this moment, she got a different vibe from him. Equally delicious, but just as dangerous to her sanity.

He approached her with graceful strength and a touch of vulnerability, his hands visibly trembling as he touched her body with a tender reverence. Something was different in his demeanor—a strange light shone in his eyes as he stared at her through the mirror. God, but she already had a strong attraction to for this man.

In a few short seconds, his clothes were gone and he was back behind her, stroking her pussy with his fingers. He entered her fully with a single, slow thrust. Biting her lip, she closed her eyes. The pads of her fingers left impressions on the surface of the mirror as his cock plunged in her body with controlled energy. She could tell he was holding back, as a slight sheen of perspiration formed on his bare chest and the protruding veins on his powerful arms gave away the degree of restraint he was fighting to maintain. The fact that they could see each other through the mirror heightened the level of sensuality and arousal.

“Touch yourself for me.”

At his demand, she left one hand on the mirror and shifted the other to her clit, teasing it in a rousing motion that matched the rhythmic thrusts of his cock. When his thumb probed the entrance to her anus with shallow thrusts, she could feel the first stirrings of a soul-searing climax.

“Let yourself go, baby. Come for me. Give me heaven again.”

His thumb and his cock worked in unison with her fingers, picking up the pace as he felt her pleasure rising.

“Ah…faster…please…”

She rubbed her clit faster and faster as his cock drilled into her so frenetically that her knees turned weak and her legs wobbled. The crest was near, almost within reach, just one, two, three more thrusts…

And her universe fragmented, fell apart, then came together, condensed into one tiny moment in time—that moment. The strength of her orgasm gushed through her with the force of a torrential river.

“Yes baby, keep milking me. That’s it. Shit.”

He groaned out loud as he came hard, grinded his dick inside her, overtaken by violent spasms, taking all he could from her, leaving an indelible mark on both of their souls. Forever.

They dropped to a heap on the floor.

Spent.

Replete.

Content.

She turned around and clung to him as if he was her only anchor. Breathing him. Tasting him. Just like he had first told her, there was no looking back. She had come to a point where she couldn’t imagine a future without him.

“You’re not getting away from me, you know,” he said very seriously.

“I don’t want to.”

“When we return to New York, I want to keep seeing you. I want to know where this…thing…between us is going to lead us.”

She couldn’t, wouldn’t hide the happiness in her eyes.

“I’d like that.”

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“We are gathered here today to witness the union   of this man and this woman….”