Page 39 of Only Ever His

I could see the vulnerability in her gaze mixed with a trust that hit me like a punch to the gut.

I wrapped my arms around her, pressing her against me.

I dipped my head to capture her lips again, this time slower, savoring every touch, every heartbeat.

The warmth of the water cascaded around us, mingling with the heat that built between us, the droplets trickling down our skin.

“Tori, tell me if I’m going too fast. Tell me if you’re not ready for this yet,” I murmured, tracing the curve of her breasts.

“I’m ready, Cole. I want this, want you,” she said.

That was all I needed to hear. I gently pushed Tori against the wall, turned the water off, then took my time, worshipping her body.

I kissed her breasts reverently, sucking on both her nipples until they peaked. Tori cried out, burying her fingers into my hair.

I left a trail of more kisses down the line of her body, her ribs and belly, finally reaching the valley between her legs.

Tori parted her legs without me needing to tell her.

Gripping her thighs, I kissed the soft lips of her pussy.

I paid close attention to the sensitive nub until Tori moaned and climaxed against my mouth.

I stood back up, surprised she tugged me close for a kiss, which I eagerly returned. When she pulled back, she gave me a shy look.

“My turn,” she whispered, reaching for my thickening cock.

I groaned against her touch.

“Not here. I want to take you in bed,” I told her.

We finished up in the bathroom, then moved to the bedroom.

Tori looked gorgeous and naked on the silk black sheets, a gorgeous offering.

I joined her, straddling her sweet body, crushing my lips against hers.

“Cole,” she murmured, eyes dilated with pleasure. “I’m yours.”

“Mine,” I said possessively.

Lifting her legs over my shoulders, I slid one finger inside her wet heat, then another. Tori let out an impatient moan.

“Wait,” I said, quickly getting off her.

After grabbing the condom from my wallet, I tore the packaging, slipped it on, then resumed what we were doing.

I entered her, slow and steady.

The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her. I didn’t break eye contact at least once and Tori didn’t tell me to stop or slow down.

Finally, I was deeply seated inside her.

Tori groaned, digging her nails into my shoulders. I rode her then, started with slow strokes before picking up the pace.

It was electric. Each time I entered her, it felt like a piece of her soul reached out to brush mine.

Sweat coated our bodies. She started meeting me for every push.

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