I complied, not sure what he had in mind, but willing to go wherever he wanted. I was so wet I could feel my arousal between my thighs, and even the brush of air between my legs made sparks shiver through me.
I did as he asked and got on the bed on my knees with my legs slightly spread. My upper arms rested on the bed so that my back was flat, like a table. My breasts felt thick and heavy, and I desperately wanted to touch myself. To stroke my nipples. To lift a hand and slide it back between my legs. To feel how wet I was and know that it was Cole who’d brought me to such heights of arousal and pleasure.
The bed shifted as he stood, and I turned my head to see him looking at me. “This is the picture I keep in my head,” he said. “You on your knees, open and ready and desperate for me.”
“Yes,” I murmured.
“Do you remember the first time you were like this? My house. You’d stormed in all wildness and bluster.”
“Of course I remember.”
“I’m amazed I’ve had any other thought in my head since the first moment I touched you. You fill me up, Kat, and I can’t stand the thought that you’re not yet mine completely.”
“But I am.”
“You’re not,” he said. “But you will be. Do you trust me, baby?”
“You know I do.”
“Good. Because I’m going to fuck you hard tonight. I’m going to claim you. I’m not going to leave even the slightest doubt in your mind that you belong to me.” He leaned over me, stroking his hands along my bare back, and that touch ricocheted through me, making me feel connected. Complete. And very much alive.
Somehow he’d stripped his jeans and briefs all the way off, and his erection pressed hard against me, the tip teasing my sex as he thrust just slightly into me. Just enough to make me gasp and want. Then the bed shifted as he got on to kneel behind me and I felt the press of his cock at my ass, hard and insistent and just a little terrifying.
I must have sucked in air, because he shifted away, and I heard myself moan with disappointment.
“My girl wants me to take her there,” he said, reading me perfectly.
“Yes,” I said, voicing a desire I hadn’t fully understood.
“Good,” he said, then bent to whisper in my ear. “So do I.”
Three simple words, and yet the heat from them spread through me, making me even needier than I already was.
“Stay,” he said, then left the bed for a moment before coming back with the padded envelope that had been delivered with my closing documents. He’d come around the bed so that he faced me now, and with a little bit of a flourish, he ripped open the envelope, then reached in and pulled out something that looked like a small vibrator, only more conical and with a flange on top.
“Do you know what this is?” he asked, setting it on the bed in front of me.
I nodded.
His brows rose. “Really? Tell me.”
“It’s a butt plug,” I said, shooting for a matter-of-fact tone but failing miserably. “I already told you I’m not innocent.”
He laughed. “So you did. But have you ever used one?” He moved beside me, then trailed his fingers softly down my back and over the swell of my ass. “Has anything ever penetrated this sweet, tight ass?” Gently, he spread my butt cheeks, then pressed his fingertip to the rim of my anus.
I sucked in air, surprised by the shock of the contact and the jolt of pleasure that seemed to shoot through me, like a preamble of things to come. “No,” I said. “I told you. Never. No one. Nothing.”
“Exactly what I wanted to hear.”
He reached around me for the bag, then pulled out a small bottle of lube. He flipped the lid, put some on his fingertip, and then slowly stroked the sensitive skin between my ass and my vagina, each tender movement making the storm that was building inside me rage wilder until I wasn’t sure how much longer I could stand it.
“Cole.” I ground out his name. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“I—you know.”
“Please this?” he asked, then slowly inserted his well-lubed fingertip into my rear.