Page 138 of Love Unforgettable
I’m done for.
Pure sensation takes over my body, heating everything from the inside out. I dig my nails into his scalp, my limbs tighten everywhere as my orgasm takes over. I scream his name and come so hard I’m convinced my thighs will squish his head and my vagina will snap his fingers in two. I am coming and coming. My body undulating. Sensitive to the touch and numb to everything at the same time.
He gives me no reprieve to come down. Instead, pulling me to the center of the bed, blanketing my body with his. Skin on skin. His knee forces its way between my thighs and he works his hips between my legs, stretching them wide. I moan, ready for him. Cole smiles and then covers my mouth with his own. He moves his hands down to my hips and pulls me closer to him. I can feel his hard cock pushing against my belly and I’m hungry for him. Already. I move my head to the side, giving him access to my neck, he takes the hint, lowers his mouth and sucks. A moan ripples from my chest as I realize he is going to leave a mark, but as he moves to cup my breasts, I realize I don’t care. All I care about is him, his heat, and the relief his cock is going to bring. He moves his mouth to follow his hands,
“God, I love your tits, so perfect, so full, so luscious,” he mumbles with a mouth full of flesh. He brings them together, biting both nipples at the same time, then moving his mouth back and forth between them, alternately biting and sucking hard. I gasp at the sensation, my mind spins, I feel alive from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. He grabs a condom and rolls it on.
“I can’t wait, sweetness. I am not going to last. I am going to fuck you hard. You have to come quick,” he warns, then takes my hips and plunges into me in one deep stroke. I cry out. It stings and burns, I’m filled beyond capacity, stretching to the brink, ripping apart, and it feels so fucking good.
I reach up and grab the underside of the head board, using it as leverage against his thrusts. His hard body pressing into me, relentless. Pushing, pumping, hard, with no mercy. He throws my legs over his shoulders and slides to his knees in one smooth maneuver, never once disconnecting, plunging harder and deeper. His hold on my hips so tight that I know I will have bruises tomorrow, but I don’t care. The only thing on my mind right now is getting fucked thoroughly by this delicious God who has graced my life and my bed and is holding nothing back.
Once he is inside me there is no time for soft kisses or heavy breaths against my cheek. Now it’s all about animalistic fucking. I feel another orgasm building fast, my vagina squeezes his cock tight, in anticipation. My body flushes, everything I touch and everything I feel is heat and getting hotter. I grind into him. Cole groans and his thrusts become harder and faster, something I didn’t even think was possible at this point. His face straining with tension, the veins popping in his neck, his cock reaching places inside me that I didn’t even know I had.
This goes beyond balls deep.
And it is so good.
I am panting and pulsating, my body is tense, my legs tighten around his hips as everything explodes. My nails dig into the headboard and I throw my head back in ecstasy. I come hard. Again. And again. And again. I am exhausted. He thrusts one last time, pulling me tightly to him with his head thrown back and the veins in his neck popping, gritting his teeth as he growls through his release and comes inside me.
He collapses on me. My legs fall limply from his shoulders. I’m spent. Done. Finished. I don’t even care if he suffocates me with his weight. It was worth it. Cole rolls to the side, taking me with him, so I’m tucked by his arm, his other hand running up and down my back.
“Jesus Christ, sweetness,” he says breathing heavily.
All I can manage in response is, “Mmmhmm.”
We lie there for a few minutes, catching our breath, cooling down. He leaves to take care of the condom and comes back with a warm wash cloth and proceeds to clean me. He tosses it back in the bathroom then crawls into bed behind me. Tucking me into him, he puts his arm around my waist and his mouth near my ear. As I’m closing my eyes, I hear him say, “This is only a break. We aren’t sleeping through the night.”
* * *
The next morning, I wake with my head on Cole’s chest and my arm over him, our legs intertwined. His left arm around me and cupping my ass. The room smells like sex. As it should, we did it three more times last night before finally falling asleep for good. And each time I came hard and at least twice. I’ve never come that much, not even during marathon sessions with my vibrator. I feel sore and satisfied, and I love it. I want to feel this way every day.
I can’t describe how good I feel when I’m with him. And it’s not just the orgasms. It’s how he makes me a better version of myself. How he gives me courage and makes me feel like I can do anything. How he looks at me like I’ve hung the moon and the stars. Like I’m the most desirable, most beautiful woman in the world. And the only woman for him. I feel cherished and cared for, listened to and understood.
I slip out from under his arm and off the bed, then into the bathroom where I brush my teeth, wash my face, and relieve my bladder. When I come back, I stand there and watch him for a moment. Marveling at how such a beautiful specimen can feel this way about me. I crawl back into bed with him, resuming our original position.
“It’s cheating to sneak out and brush your teeth,” he mumbles.
“I didn’t brush them last night before bed. I just feel better when I do,” I tell him. He chuckles and kisses the top of my head. “I love you,” he mumbles. And then I’m pretty sure he falls back asleep. At least his breathing evens and deepens again.
What the fuck?
He can’t say that and then go to sleep. That’s got to be like against the rules or something. I wait to see if he says anything more, but he’s definitely sleeping. I tickle his abs lightly, watching them contract at my touch, but he doesn’t wake. I run my fingertips over the head of his cock. It bobs upward with the touch. But he doesn’t wake. I whisper his name in his ear. Nothing.
Shit.
I slip back out of bed to get my phone. Then text Kat and Remi a 9-1-1 so I can figure out what to do.
