"Cole, I'm going to come," I warn, the pleasure getting to the point where I can't hold it off any longer.

"Yes. Come, Annie," he says. "Come all over my tongue."

He ramps up the intensity, and I feel his fingers curl inside me, rubbing my g-spot.

And I can't hold off anymore.

My orgasm rips through me, and I come apart with a cry, my back arching. Pleasure pours over me, and my muscles clench. I think I might actually be dying.

I feel a screamtear out of my throat as the pleasure keeps going, never descending.

This is unlike any orgasm I've ever had.

This is the kind of thing people write books about.

But no words could ever do it justice.

I feel like I've been turned inside out, and all I can do is lie there helpless as the pleasure pours over me. I don't know how long I come for, but finally, the pleasure becomes too much, and I collapse onto the bed, gasping for breath.

Slowly, I become aware of Cole's hands, softly stroking my skin, his lips brushing against mine as he murmurs praises to me.

"Good girl," Cole murmurs, and then his lips are on mine. "You did so damn well, Annie. You were perfect."

I can't respond.

My thoughts are still a jumbled mess, and I'm trying to get my body back under my control. I taste myself on his lips and tongue, and it's somehow hotter than anything else we've done.

I don't know how long it takes, but eventually, my heart rate slows, and I can breathe again.

"Cole," I murmur, and he makes a noise deep in his chest.

"You are a fucking dream,Annie," he says.

"Mmm," is all I can manage.

His fingers stroke me, and the aftershocks make me shiver.

"You're sensitive," he observes, his fingers trailing over me, and the pleasure is almost too much.

"Yes," I hiss.

"How did it feel, coming all over my face, Annie?"

The crude words coupled with his tender caresses send a bolt of lust through me.

"Amazing," I say truthfully.

"It was beautiful," he says. "You're stunning."

His lips brush against mine, and I wrap my arms around him, needing his strength, his power.

I've never felt so raw, so exposed.

He leans his forehead against mine, and we stay like that for a few minutes, just breathing together.

"You okay?" he asks.

"Yeah," I say.