Shift Out of Luck(15)

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Adelaide


He stands over me, his face full of need and lust as he gazes down at my sprawled body. I can see the desire in his eyes as they gleam in the darkness, and I squirm with anticipation, my nipples aching.

He called me ‘baby’. He ripped my panties off me and tongued me. He fucked me with his fingers until I came.

God, it’s been worth waiting three years for this man. I don’t regret a bit of it.

My hands slide down my belly and then I rake my nails over my thighs. They’re still spread, and I absently wonder if I should close them. “Come down here, Cole. I want you to make love to me.”

I guess I should tell him at some point that I’m a virgin. That fingerbang probably did a lot to get rid of the situation, but I still feel like it’s something he should know. I’ll tell him.

Soon.

But he only stares down at me. Is he rethinking things? Please don’t let him rethink things.

To encourage him, I slide my hands up to my shirt. I tug my white undershirt up and reveal my bra. It’s not a sexy bra, but it does have the advantage of snapping in the middle. I undo it with a flick, and my breasts spill out.

The breath hisses from his throat.

That got his attention.

My hands stray to my breasts and I tease my nipples. They ache, and I picture his mouth on them, sucking and licking at them the way he did to my pussy. My breath hitches, and I squeeze my breasts, my thumbs gliding over the tips.

Cole gives a low groan, and his hand jerks at his belt. Excited, I arch on the air mattress. Now he’s going to lie down on top of me and fuck me silly. I watch with fascination as he rips his belt off and flings it aside, then shoves his jeans down. He’s not wearing underwear, and the jut of his cock as it’s released from its confines is staggering. Wow. He’s a big guy, in all ways.

His hand goes to his cock and he strokes it. A fascinated gasp escapes me, and I watch as his hand works it over, moving from the base of his shaft to the head. Slow at first, and then quick. I’ve never seen a man do this. Well, maybe a few minutes of a porno, but it’s different when one’s right in your face inside a shadowy tent.

As I watch, his hand moves faster, and then he groans, squeezing the head. A hot, wet spatter lands on my thighs and stomach.

And I gasp again, sitting up on my elbows. “Did you just jerk off on me?”

His breath rasps in his throat, all sexy and growly. “Fucking wanted you too much.” Cole drops to his knees. His hand goes to my stomach, and he starts rubbing his sperm into my skin.

I…don’t know how I feel about this. My virginal senses are a little shocked, a lot titillated, and I’m fighting disappointment. Is he not going to touch me again? Maybe there’s more coming. “So,” I say, and lick my lips. “What do we do now?”

Cole continues to rub his come onto my belly, and I can feel myself getting aroused again at his touch. Not that I stopped being aroused. “Now I should probably collect some firewood and see about starting a fire.”

What?

What?

The man gets to his feet and turns away. He’s leaving? I watch as he unzips the tent, but before he can turn and walk away, I grab his pants. Cole’s arms windmill for a moment, and then he falls backward onto the air mattress next to me.

There’s an audible pop and the entire thing deflates under me with a whoosh.

“Hi,” I say as Cole looks over at me. His face is inches from mine.

“Why did you do that?”

“Because I don’t want you to go,” I tell him softly. I reach out and brush a lock of inky dark hair off his forehead. He looks so much more menacing in the shadows than in the daylight. Strange how it arouses me. His skin is warm and my fingers trail down to his jaw, where there’s a growth of rough stubble. Oh God. I remember that stubble brushing against the insides of my thighs. A small moan escapes my throat.

Cole groans and he captures my hand in his. He leans in and sniffs at my wrist, which seems like an odd gesture to me. But then he takes my fingertip in his mouth and nips it. “I’m just…afraid to hurt you,” he admits in a gruff voice.

“Because I’m a virgin?”

He stills. “You what?”

Oh no. “I’m a virgin, Cole. I’ve been waiting for you. I’ve had plenty of offers from other guys who have let me know that they were interested, but I was waiting for the right guy.” My finger traces along the beard stubble to his full lower lip, and I stroke it with the pad of my forefinger. “When I saw you, I knew I wanted you. Don’t keep pushing me away. Please.”

I half-expect him to go running into the hills, pants around his legs, at the thought of me being a virgin. He’s already worried he’s going to somehow break me.