Page 69 of (Un)Expected

Cole leaned forward, brushing his lips over my stomach. “You’re fucking perfect.”

My heart somersaulted at his words, wishing I could see him too. “You have too many clothes on.”

“And it’s going to stay that way.”

I sat up quickly, but Cole’s large palm pushed me back against the pillows. His fingers started to tease my clit again, and then he shifted so his thumb was there, one of his fingers fucking me with steady, long strokes.

“Not because I don’t want to, because fuck, I would give anything to be inside this tight pussy.” He shifted down, his lips grazing the inside of my thighs. “But not tonight. Tonight is all about you.”

“And if I want to fuck you?” I said, my words tight and hurried, every stroke of his fingers bringing me closer to bliss.

“Patience, sweetheart,” Cole whispered against my core, pressing a kiss where his thumb brushed moments earlier. “We’ve got all the time in the world.”

I wanted to argue more, but when his mouth descended onto my clit, I was done for. I lifted my hips, meeting every touch with a thrust of my own. Every press of his tongue and fingers made my mind go blank, wanting so desperately to come, but not wanting this moment to end. If I could stay here with Cole forever, it still wouldn’t be long enough.

As a second finger entered me, my hips bucked off the bed, unable to hold back for a second longer. “Cole, please…” I whined, not even recognizing my needy voice.

“You want to come, baby?”

I nodded frantically, staring down at the beautiful man grinning between my thighs. “Then let go, sweetheart.”

With that, I fell over the edge, losing myself in the rush of pleasure as Cole continued working me through the waves of ecstasy, not letting go until I relaxed. As I collapsed back against the pillows, he continued to caress me with slow, feather-like touches of his fingers along my side. As I draped my arm over my eyes, trying to catch my breath, he lay next to me, his eyes never leaving my face.

Like a satiated kitten, I curled against him, leaning against his chest. Inhaling the scent of warm leather and cedar, I felt more relaxed than I had in years. Nothing could pull me from this bliss, except for the need to make Cole feel as incredible as I did.

With a smirk, I popped up, sliding down to the zipper of his jeans.

Before I could pull it down, though, Cole placed his hand on top of mine. “You don’t have to do that.”

I slapped his hand away. “Don’t you dare, Cole Campbell. I want to do this.”

He smirked at me. “Only if you want to. I’m pretty fucking happy just to hold you all night.”

“Oh, you’re going to do that too,” I chuckled. “Post-sex cuddles are a non-negotiable for me.”

I pulled down his zipper, tugging down his jeans until they joined my discarded clothes on the floor.Holy fuck. As he stripped off his boxers, my mouth started to water, needing to taste him. Usually, I didn’t see the appeal of the male anatomy, but Cole’s dick was long and thick, corded with deep-cut veins. He was beautiful.

He chuckled as he reached down to stroke himself. “Didn’t take you for the cuddly kind, sweetheart.”

“Fuck yes.” I licked my lips. “I require hours of it. Now lie back and let me make you feel good.”

“You already do.”

His whispered words were almost too low for me to hear, but they made me smile as I reached down to taste the pre-cum pooling on the tip of his dick. He groaned at the light touch, and I let my tongue explore first, tracing his shaft and the thick veins that made my knees weak. I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me. I had the feeling he was right—I’d never forget being with Cole.

When he let out a frustrated growl, I chuckled, done teasing him. I brought my lips around his head, gliding up and down his length to get a feel for him. There was no way everything would fit inside my mouth, so I placed my hand at the base, twisting to mimic my mouth’s movement.

“Fuck, yes,” Cole moaned. “God, baby, you feel so damn good.”

My thighs tightened at his words, loving how encouraging he was. After weeks of questioning where I stood with Cole, now, I hadno doubts. His quiet words made me want to please him, want him to come as hard as I did. His hands reached down, playing with my hair, light enough to let me set the pace but enough to know he was there, barely able to hold back. I reached up with my free hand, pressing his hand into my hair harder, silently commanding him to take control.

That was all the invitation he needed. Cole started to lift his hips, now dictating the pace. It was all I could do to keep up with his movements, loving that I got to see him lose control. After a few more thrusts, I could feel him start to tighten, hissing my name. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come.”

I released him, letting him paint my chest with his release. Looking down at where he marked me, something primal came over me—it was a badge of honor being claimed by this man. I almost wished I had a more permanent mark to show how lost I was to him.

“Shit,” Cole chuckled. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.”

“Same here,” I sighed, resting on my heels. Cole sat up slowly, going into the hallway only to return a moment later, holding a warm washcloth. He reached out his hand, pulling me up. As he washed away the evidence of our tryst, his lips came to the top of my head.

---