Total pages in book: 183
Estimated words: 174715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
I grab the gel and pour it on my hands, pressing my palm to her sex, and sliding the liquid over her. She whispers my name and I slide a finger along her sex front and back, dragging all the wet heat up and down her entire body, lingering in that intimate part of her I have never dared. “Cole,” she whispers, panic in her voice. “Cole, I—”
“Easy, sweetheart. Only pleasure. I won’t hurt you.”
“I know. I just. I—”
My fingers press inside her sex. She pants and I sink them deep and spank her at the same time. She arches into the touch, and I do it again, pulling my fingers back and thrusting them inside her at the same moment I spank her. “Sink to the ground,” I order.
She does it almost on instinct and the minute she’s on the floor, I roll her to her side and then to her back, spreading her legs and sinking between them. I waste no time giving us both what we want. My mouth closes down on her clit, suckling, licking, stroking. She moans low and deep, sexy as hell. Her knees shackle my shoulders, telling me how on edge she is, how in need. I respond. I give her more, my fingers pressing along her sex, but this time when I enter her, I penetrate her front and back. She goes stiff but a few strokes of my tongue and she eases into the sensations. I’m gentle where I need to be gentle, placing all intensity on her sex with my fingers and my tongue and she quakes into a sudden, intense orgasm.
I bring her down, and when her legs stop trembling, I untie her hands, and slide up her body, tearing away the blindfold, my pulsing thick erection setting between her legs. My eyes meet hers and the heat and intimacy between us is scorching, the trust there is a new level of trust, and we need no words. I press inside her, watching her lashes lower as I stretch her, fill her. “This is where I want to be the rest of my life,” I tell her. “And this is how I want to taste.” Her lips part and I claim her mouth, kissing her, the taste of her on my tongue now on hers. It’s a slow kiss, a passionate kiss, and our bodies begin to sway and pump.
We make love until we snap and suddenly we’re fucking, me driving into her, her legs at my hips, while hers lift into every drive of my cock. The need for this woman is everything, consuming me, and when her sex clenches around me, I’m helpless in a way no one else can make me. I’m shuddering into release while her body quakes around me. I lose all time, and holy hell, it’s fucking beautiful; she’s beautiful, and when we melt into the sated, perfect moment after orgasm, I hold her. Just hold her. That is until I hear her sob. I pull back to look at her.
“It’s not you,” she whispers. “I promise you, it’s nothing you did. I don’t know why I’m crying.”
But I do. It’s like that first time I spanked her when she cried. The adrenaline rush, the fear of the unknown releases endorphins, and the high became a crash, a release of pent-up emotions. I roll us, and pull her to me, under my arm, ready to ride out the storm with her. This is what I wanted. For her to just let go, and when she let go, the walls fall, and she faces what’s on the other side.
She was attacked.
But as she sobs, deep gut-wrenching sobs, her entire body trembling, I think this is more. She’s finally crying over everything she has faced; losing her father, almost losing her mother, her struggles to survive. And so, I hold her even closer, and ride out the storm with her. The way a man should ride out every storm with his woman, his wife. Thankful she finally let me in, thankful she’s finally letting everything else out.
Chapter seventy-three
Cole
Ihold Lori through the storm of her tears and when she finally calms, she doesn’t move. For several minutes, she seems to just melt against me, but she isn’t asleep. I can feel her thinking, and I give her room to breathe, the way she did for me when I was the one dealing with my demons. I stroke her hair, and she presses her hand to her forehead and sits up. “I don’t know what that was.” She rolls away from me and grabs my shirt, pulling it around herself.
“I’ll be right back,” she says, but I catch her hand and sit up, kissing her.
“You okay?”
Her hand settles on my jaw. “After I pee I will be,” she says, offering me a tiny smile. “A girl has to go when a girl has to go.” She tries to pull away, but I catch her fingers and kiss them.