Page 52 of Silk and Steel

His lips move from my mouth, to my cheek, to my neck. He leaves butterfly soft kisses in a trail down my exposed chest. A pink hemisphere peeks out from the neckline of my dress. His tongue slides over my nipple, sending the giddy rush to my head all over again.

Cole’s dark eyes roll up to meet my gaze. The look of unadulterated desire burning in his molten chocolate eyes sends a shiver up my spine.

His gaze drops directly between my legs. Cole’s hands spread my thighs wider as he takes in the sight of my exposed body.

“I love these panties,” he growls. “You’re so goddamn sexy.”

His face drops between my thighs. I groan, my hands clutching the back of his head. I let out a little gasp of surprise when I feel his teeth scrape over my sensitive skin. Cole bites the waistband of my panties and drags them down with his teeth.

Cole loses patience when they reach mid-thigh. He grabs with his hand, and removes my undergarment with such a slick, smooth maneuver that it’s almost like magic. Now, when he moves his face in, there’s nothing between us. His hot breathtickles my skin, raising goose bumps. Then he licks my pussy, and my pulse races through my veins.

My mouth flies open to let out a shuddering moan as ecstasy thrills through my body. Cole is so good at this. I’ve never been swept away like this before. And he’s enjoying it too, judging by the lusty growls and groans he keeps mumbling into the folds of my skin.

The golden flashes shooting up through my nerves grow brighter, hotter. I suck in a ragged gasp of air and let it out as a raw scream while thrashing underneath Cole’s attention. I lose all control, gasping and shuddering like a woman possessed.

The ecstasy goes on and on, shaking my legs and conducting a chorus of sharp cries which slowly grow softer until I’m left panting and sweating, draped over the armrest of the sofa. Cole lifts his gorgeous face and our eyes meet.

“You taste so good, Emory.”

Cole kisses me down below with care and attention before drawing me into his embrace. I cling to him, still in the throes of aftershock pleasure. What a revelation! I never knew intimacy could be like this.

“Cole.”

I whisper the name in his ear. My hand goes down and tugs at his belt.

Cole’s body tenses up. He grabs my wrist and presses me back against the cushions. Our eyes meet, and his gaze smolders. Cole’s hands move up to the nape of my neck, undoing the tiny, elegant buttons holding the choker in place. The fabric falls away from my skin, eliciting a moan from my lips.

Cole tugs the dress down until he exposes my breasts. His eyes sweep over my chest, filled with that expression of pure desire that gets me going more than almost anything.

“Do you like what you see?” I ask in a breathless whisper.

“I love it. You’re perfect. You have a nice body, too.”

My laugh turns into a hot moan when his lips envelop my sensitive pink flesh. He mixes firm grasps with sensual caresses, clearly enthralled by my body.

I lean back and bask in his attention. I want him to enjoy my body. The growls and grunts coming out of his hot mouth into my skin are a sublime symphony.

Cole moves his mouth away from me, rearing his muscular body up over my own. His hands tug the dress down further, sliding it down past my waist and to my knees. I shift my weight, making it easier for him to strip me utterly. Now wearing only earrings and heels, I lean back like an amorous cat and expose myself in all my glory.

It works. My gaze drops to the growing bulge below his belt. I reach out and caress him. His body twitches in response. I can feel the throb of his heartbeat through his clothes.

“Are all dance instructors this hands on?” He growls.

“I sure like to be,” I say with a grin.

He rumbles with low laughter.

“God Bless the hands-on approach.”

Cole kisses me, hard. I lose myself in the moment, but my hand keeps itself busy below his waist. Slowly, I work his belt until it comes undone.

Cole rises up, shimmying out of his trousers and leaving them pooled on the floor. His black silk underwear come down next, revealing the perfection of his powerful thighs and the icon framed between them.

I grasp his cock firmly, and he groans with delight. I raise my grinning face up to meet his gaze.

“My turn,” I purr.

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