Page 69 of Riding the High

He deposits me on the massive bed, my back to his soft duvet. He hovers over me, biting the skin he exposes as he begins sliding the dress from my body, kissing back over the sting he leaves in his wake, taking his sweet time.

“The struggle between kissing you and marking you the fuck up … it’s damn near impossible to decide which one I want more,” he mutters into my neck, “I’ve never needed someone like I need you. I’m trusting you to tell me if anything I do is too much.”

“Fuck,” I moan as he continues to trade between both. All the while his hands never stop moving, feverishly roaming every part of me. “Don’t hold back, Cole, you won’t break me. I want itall.”

“Ginger …” Cole trails off, a warning.

“I’ll tell you, I promise,” I say and then his lips are on mine again.

How many nights have I dreamt about this? How many times have I pictured him as he is now, hovered over me? The reality of what we’re doing consumes me as I realize my fantasies can’t even compare. My dress is pulled completely off and hits the floor, and suddenly I’m under him in just my thong. His whiskey eyes stare down at me in the lamplit room.

“Jesus Christ,” he breathes out as his gaze swallows me whole. He trails one finger slowly between the valley of my breasts as my chest heaves in a shallow pant. I’m normally fairlyconfident, but splayed out like this under Cole—this godlike specimen of a man who’s had so many women, most of whom are spectacular—feels a little intimidating.

As if he senses my momentary self-doubt, he bends down and kisses me.

“Hey.” His brow furrows like he’s in pain as he brushes a piece of hair off my forehead. “Don’t you dare. You have no idea what you do to me … You’re fucking mouthwatering, Ginger.”

Cole licks his lips, and I let his words wash over me, allowing me to bloom under his worshipping gaze. I reach up and run my fingers through his hair, then slide them down over his muscled shoulders.

Our feverish movements from earlier slow as Cole trails kisses down my neck, cresting one pearled nipple with his thumb while he pulls the other into his mouth. I let my eyes flutter shut and give into his touch, bucking my hips up to meet his body. I writhe against him as he toys with me for so long it’s almost excruciating; licking, sucking, nipping my breasts as his eyes keep a close watch on my face and body, taking in how I respond to his touch. One large hand moves down my center over the lace of my thong.

“Fuck yes,” Cole breathes when he feels how wet I am for him. His lips start at my stomach, kissing their way down. “Look at this tight little cunt weeping for me, begging to be used and properly fucked.”

I swallow and try to keep my breathing steady as his middle finger presses firmly against my clit through the lace of my panties.

“These are just in the way,” he says as he pulls them from my body in one fluid movement and tosses them to the floor over his shoulder.

“You don’t have to rip every single thing I wear,” I tell him, breathless.

“Being gentle just takes too goddamn long,” he says, looking over my naked form.

“Now, I want to taste my wife,” he groans as he moves between my legs.

I feel like I might hyperventilate as he settles there, taking in every stretch of skin and focusing on my dripping pussy. He looks up at me from between my legs. His piercing eyes meet mine, full of hunger. The sight is so organic, so fucking stunning, and right now it’s allmine.

“Spread wide, Ginger. Feed me this pussy.”

Oh my God.

I’m having an out-of-body experience as the flat of his tongue slides through my slit then flicks tortuous strokes against my clit. “Cole,” I whisper as he repeats the process before suctioning his lips against my clit.

I can’t keep track of his movements as he buries himself against me, then in me, his mouth working with expert precision. I can’t control the sounds that leave me as he makes a meal of me, because never, ever, have I felt a man dothis.

What evenisthis?Who fucking cares, just—

“Please don’t stop. You’re so …” I say as he continues his sweet exploration, thrusting two fingers into me, then pulling my clit back into his mouth. “So … fucking good,” I manage to whisper as I feel the tension building. My chest heaves and I gasp for air as I feel the orgasm slowly roll through my center. My back arches off the bed and, just as I think I can’t take anymore, Cole curves his fingers and hits a spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. I cry out as I ascend to wherever Cole’s tongue is sending me.

“Fuck,” he whispers as he laps both me and the mess I’m making up. “Good girl, Ginger. Fuck my face … come all over my tongue.”

A low rumble leaves his chest as he rises over me,simultaneously gripping my thighs and yanking me down the bed under him. The raw masculinity and control that Cole exudes as his hands knead into my skin have me desperate for him again already. I want Cole to touch me everywhere and never stop. He’s completely in his element, not a hint of hesitation.

He kisses me slowly, as if he has all the time in the world. The taste of me lingers on his lips, on his tongue, and I fully lose myself again. Finding it hard to breathe, finding him intoxicating.

How the hell is it even possible to want him this much?

He stands and I whimper with the loss of contact.

“Patience, greedy girl,” he says as he frees himself from his pants and boxers simultaneously.

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