揝tay. I抣l get you warmed up as soon as that dress comes off. Guess I didn抰 think that through very well.?He kisses my forehead and then drifts down to my lips.
Like anything could ever be wrong with what抯 happening.
He pulls me up gently, unties my robe, peels it off, and throws it on the floor.
Except it was dry.
Now, I抦 even colder梑ut not for long.
His wolfish gaze slides down my body for what feels like a full minute, burning me from head to toe. When he reaches out, I抦 grateful for the coolness left by the pool.
He latches on to wet fabric and tugs my dress over my head, making quick work of my panties and bra a second later.
Too much.
Too hot.
I抦…I抦 going to flipping faint.
My skin crawls with goosebumps as I rock back, falling on the bed, suddenly realizing I抳e never been this naked and vulnerable.
And this man devours me eyes first, his lip curled back in something like awe.
揅ole…？I whisper, licking my lips.
揇on抰，？he snaps off.
揇on抰 what??
揇on抰 fucking move, beautiful. Just give me a minute.?
Even with my blood warming to three hundred degrees, I do.
I sit there silently, trying not to go to pieces, while this man drinks me in with his gaze.
His hand drops down his massive thigh, his fingers gliding over the outline of his barely contained cock.
Staring, he pushes his waistband down, shoving his swimsuit to his knees.
I can抰 bring myself to look at what he抯 packing.
揅ole棓
揈liza, quiet. Let me have my moment,?he growls. 揋o on. Look at me.?
My eyelids flutter shut and I take a deep, slow breath before I open them again and?Whoa.
Is the man part horse?
I haven抰 seen that many penises in my life and they抳e never done much for me over other parts and attitude, but holy dick.
He抯 girthy. That抯 the only word that makes sense梩he only way to describe the length and thickness and lust pulsing in his hand.
Even in his own massive palm, his fingers barely close around it, his swollen head peeking out as he strokes his cock achingly slow.
揊ucking shit. If I knew what you had under that dress, I would抳e had you in the trees before Destiny found us. No lie,?he rumbles, that monster dick throbbing in his hand.
My mouth falls open, but I抦 too dumbstruck to speak.
After a few more intense pumps, he shoves his swimsuit off and leaves it on the floor. Then he抯 stepping forward, stopping between my legs, taking me by the wrist and helping me back into bed.
If I didn抰 just get the shock of my life from cock-zilla, I might appreciate how the Egyptian cotton duvet with a million stitches feels like a cloud.
揧ou抮e red. Are you warm enough yet??he demands, pressing his forehead to mine, brushing my lips with his breath.
Can sex give you heatstroke? I wonder.
He pulls me closer, locking his arms around me, molding his lips to mine again and again until I抦 a molten mess beneath him.
When I can bear to open my eyes, staring into his starlight-blue pools, I don抰 care about the heat.
I just nod. I think I do.
His lips find mine with a vicious smile.
The kiss comes longer and sweeter than before, even as his huge chest rises and falls, drawing breaths that seem rougher each time.
I抦 not sure what I expected in his bed, but it抯 not the length or depth of this tender kiss, especially after how fast our clothes fell off.
Though I抦 kinda glad the tenderness doesn抰 last.
His kiss makes me urgent, his fingers spooling my hair around them.
My nails dig at his back.
Cole matches my pace, biting back harder when I nip at him, rocking the ridge of his girthy cock against my clit until I抦 moaning hotly in his mouth.
揝hit. Shit, Eliza, if that pussy gets as hot as your lips…？
I抦 about to protest, to tease, to drag his mouth back to mine.
I抦 not ready for the kiss to end, but he nibbles my earlobe, kissing down my jawline and then my throat.
His lips march over my clavicle, stopping in my cleavage.
He covers one breast with his hand, drawing rough circles over my nipple梤ight before his mouth claims the other one.
揙h!?
I thrash against him, too wrecked for words.
He sucks nice and slow at first, his teeth forming a ring with just the right pressure. It抯 gentle and sweet, just like how the kiss started, and he only stops to lavish attention on my other breast.
For a second, I think I might come before his hand even slides between my legs梪ntil it happens.
It抯 incredible how rough his hands are for a man who spends his days typing and signing papers. He traces the round nub, cautiously at first before I hear the knowing growl oozing out of him.