When I moan into his mouth, he breaks away and orders, “Open your eyes. Look at me.”
My lids drift open. He gazes at me with eyes like fire as he adds another finger to the first and starts to stroke my clit with the pad of his thumb.
The sound I make comes from deep within my chest.
“Keep looking at me, baby. Don’t look away. Spread your legs wider. That’s it. Fuck yes, that’s it.”
I whisper his name.
He tugs on my swollen clit, making me jerk and moan in helpless pleasure. Then he starts to thrust his fingers in and out, deeply and firmly, his strong fingers delving into my core, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body.
“Oh God. Oh God, Cole. Cole…”
“Give it to me, baby. Give it to me now.”
I fall over the edge looking into his eyes, surrendering to this strange magic we weave every time we’re together and hoping that in the end this spell he’s cast over me will be made of more light than dark.
Hoping, but not quite believing it will.
Cole
She gasps. Her sweet cunt clenches around my fingers. Then she stiffens and groans.
She orgasms looking into my eyes.
Any thought I had of resistance is stripped away. I melt for her. I burn. I break. She’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever known. The way she gives herself to me completely leaves me shaking.
She drops her head back against my shoulder and groans again. Her body jerks. Her pussy throbs and convulses rhythmically around my fingers. My cock is so hard and desperate to get inside her, it hurts.
And she keeps saying my name, over and over, this whispered chant that makes me feel like a king or a god, big and powerful, capable of anything.
Of creation as much as carnage. Of love as much as hate. Of good instead of all the bad hidden inside me, the bad that always turns lighter and breathes easier when she’s near.
After a moment, her body relaxes. Her lids slide shut. Panting, she licks her lips and reclines against me, lush and satiated, her head on my shoulder, her breathing ragged.
She’s so wet, my whole hand is slick.
My heart aching, I kiss her cheek and whisper into her ear, “If I fall into you, promise you’ll catch me.”
When she opens her eyes, they’re hazy with pleasure. She rests her hand on my cheek and smiles an angelic smile. “I’ll catch you, handsome. I promise.”
To lighten the moment and deal with the crushing pressure inside my chest, I make a weak joke. “It might hurt. I weigh a lot.”
“I’m stronger than I look.”
She kisses me sweetly, sighing against my mouth as I withdraw my fingers from her body. Then she watches, her cheeks growing red, as I leisurely lick each one clean of her juices, savoring her taste.
“That’s downright carnal.”
“I’d eat you for every meal if I could.”
“That can be arranged, handsome.”
“I need to fuck you, but you need to eat first.”
“Yes please to the first thing and a delay to the second.”
“It’s not a negotiation, beautiful. Stand up.”
I help her rise, steadying her when she wobbles. Then I help her sit, place her napkin on her lap, give her a deep, passionate kiss, and return to my chair.
She stares at me across the table as I gulp wine, trying to pretend my hands aren’t shaking.
Fuck. What she does to me. She’s an earthquake, and I’m a creaky old wood building with no supports in its foundation. The woman leaves me in rubble.
“Okay, handsome. Have it your way.”
I smile. “What other way is there?”
We eat. Crickets serenade us. A warm breeze whispers through the trees. Our gazes keep finding each other, catching and holding for brief moments, breaking apart only to catch and hold again. The servers take our plates and bring something new that I eat without tasting because I’m too caught up in her to notice anything else.
Finally, the meal is over, and the table is cleared except for our wine glasses and one little pot of melted butter I insisted stay. The servers bow off, leaving us alone on the terrace.
The moment they’re gone, I turn to Shay. “Take off your dress. Leave the heels on. Let me look at you.”
Her breath catches. Her fingers tremble on the stem of the wine goblet. She licks her lips, takes another sip of wine, then rises, placing her napkin aside.
Without a word, she unzips the dress and shimmies out of it, draping it over the back of her chair.
Then she stands there staring at me wearing only moonlight, heels, and a small, shy smile.
My heart hammering and my dick like steel, I say gruffly, “No bra either.”