I gasped, then bit my lower lip, astounded by the wash of pleasure that crashed over me. “Yes,” I said. “Oh, god, yes.”
He reached for the plug, and as I watched he spread lube on it. I was still on hands and knees. Still vulnerable to him. Still wide open. And everything about the moment turned me on. I wanted to feel everything he had to offer—I wanted him to take me as far as I could possibly go. I wanted everything.
I wanted Cole.
I tilted my head up, then turned so that I could meet his eyes, certain that he could read my thoughts. For a moment, that’s all there was, that connection between us, then he bent over and pressed a kiss between my shoulder blades even as his hand slid down to my ass and he teased me with the plug, not putting it in, but touching me just enough to rile me up.
“I’m not going to fuck you here—not tonight. But I am going to fuck you with it inside you. I want you completely full. I want to watch you come knowing that I’ve taken you completely. That every sensation is at my pleasure and subject to my command. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” The word was wrenched out of me, my body tense, my sex already throbbing with demand.
He slipped his finger inside me first. Slowly, almost teasingly, until my muscles relaxed. It didn’t hurt—on the contrary, there was something wickedly erotic about being touched there, being fucked there. My sex clenched in time with his gentle thrusts, and my nipples had hardened to painful nubs.
With his other hand, Cole stroked my clit, teasing me by refusing to penetrate me despite my very desperate pleas. Worse, he tormented and played with me just enough to have me climbing toward orgasm. Then he backed off so that I was nothing more than passion and want and need.
I would have cursed him, but I was too destroyed to manage it.
“Frustrated?”
“Cole.” His name came out part plea, part whine.
He chuckled. “All the way to the edge and back, baby. And only when I’m certain that you’re teetering on the cusp am I going to bury myself in you and feel you explode around me. But right now . . .”
He trailed off, his voice taking on a teasing tone. Then he withdrew his finger from my rear as I moaned the loss of contact, of a sweet sensation that before this night I hadn’t even realized I craved.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he said, with intimate understanding of my moods and desires. “We’re not done yet.”
Gently, his lube-soaked fingers stroked me, opening me, and then I felt the pressure—not painful, but still intense—as he slowly thrust the plug inside me. I gasped, feeling full and, dammit, wanting to be fuller. Wanting all of it. Wanting all of him.
“Cole.” I tried to say more, but I’d lost words. I was too swept away by sensation.
“Imagine it’s me. My cock, teasing you. Stretching you. Taking you as far as you can go.”
“Yes,” I said, the word emerging on a groan.
“Turn over, baby,” he said. “Turn around and sit on the edge of the bed. Legs apart, hands on your knees. I want to see how turned on you are.”
I did as he asked, my pulse quickening from the sensation of my body’s weight against the plug working to thrust it deeper inside me. I sucked in air, steadying myself, then spread my legs even wider as I drew confidence from the look of pure, undiluted passion I saw in his eyes.
“Do you like it? The way it feels? The way it fills you?”
“Yes,” I admitted.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You,” I said. “I want you inside me.”
“Like this?” He moved to stand in front of me, then reached down to stroke my sex and thrust a finger deep inside me.
I groaned, so on edge it was a wonder I didn’t explode. “Yes. No. Oh, god, Cole, please.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
“It would be my pleasure,” he said. “But not yet. I don’t think you’re quite ready yet.”