When he starts to withdraw, I wind my legs around his hips to keep him close. He thrusts back into me, even deeper, even thicker.
Back and forth, back and forth, he eases out and then rams back in. Never enough to really hurt me, but enough that I feel a delightful sting, a delectable stretch. I can’t help wondering how much of him is left
I urge him on with my heels and he lifts his head to look down into my face. His expression is almost pained and there’s a fine sheen of perspiration glistening on his forehead.
“I made you a promise. And I don’t want to give you any reason to tell me to stop. But dammit, Eden, I can only take so much.”
He flexes his hips, almost as though a beast is riding his back and he’s trying with all his might to keep it at bay. To save me from it. Or save me from him.
Only I don’t want to be saved this time. I’m not afraid. I see no one, I feel no one but Cole.
And now I want to feel all of him.
I push at his shoulders until he leans up off me, a frown knitting his brow. I keep pushing until I can wiggle out from under him and then I press hard, urging him onto his back. With a desperation I don’t quite understand, I climb onto him, positioning my body over his. Our eyes meet, his backlit with a fire that burns brighter than the flames behind his head. He’s beautiful and intense and I can feel his want like a physical heat, brushing my cheeks, kissing my lips, caressing my body.
My nipples pucker at the first touch of his wide head at my entrance. Cole groans and squeezes his eyes shut. I feel powerful and sensual and more womanly, more normal than I’ve felt a day in my life.
I lower myself onto him, just a little, before pulling back. I feel the smile play with my lips. I feel the desire coil inside me.
Cole’s eyes flick open, as though he can feel it, too. He reaches up and grabs my breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers, pulling and pinching them. I throw my head back on a gasp, moisture flooding the place where we are connected. And then, with one arm snaked around my waist and his mouth at my breast, Cole pulls me down onto him as he juts his hips upward.
And I am impaled.
I am melting over Cole.
He is driving into me.
A loud moan escapes my lips and then his hand is at the back of my head, forcing my face toward his own where he swallows the sounds of my submission, the sounds of my body being completely overtaken by his. I am on top, but I am not in control. At this moment, he owns me. Possesses me. And I’m gladly giving up all that I am to him.
With his mouth devouring mine, his fingers tempting and teasing, Cole moves me on him. Faster and faster, harder and harder. Higher and higher.
Until I’m at the top again. Falling over the edge. Flying through the air like a thousand tiny birds.
I’m aware only of him rolling me over, onto my back, and then his weight and heat is covering me. He never stops kissing me. Never stops thrilling me. Never stops riding me until I feel the heavy throb of his cock as it starts to pulse. Heat sprays into me and I wrap my limbs around him, holding him to me, holding him inside me. I want all that he has to give. Every word, every sound, every ounce. I want it all.
“So perfect,” he whispers as his movements slow and become blissfully lethargic. “So perfect.”
Those are the words that usher me into a peacefully exhausted slumber, tucked in the arms of the man who turned this girl into a woman. A normal woman.
NINETEEN
Eden
I WAKE TO the most amazing smell–bacon, one of my favorite foods.
I turn onto my side, my body tender and weak in the best possible way. I smile. I can’t seem to help myself.
My eyes search for Cole. I know he’s still here. I can feel it in my chest, in my soul, like a warm breeze.
I smile even bigger when I find him. Cole is standing in front of the stove, bathed only in candlelight and the faint bluish glow from the gas burner. He’s naked except for the strings of an apron tied around his waist. For the most part, that’s all I notice. I can’t take my eyes off his incredible butt. God, it’s amazing! Firm and narrow, the cheeks rounded just the right amount, the dents on either side pure, masculine perfection.
I hear the pop and sizzle of hot grease, and I push myself into a sitting position and rest back on my heels. I’m not sure what I’m hungrier for right now–the bacon or the man cooking it.
My body heats as though I’m close to the stove, as though I’m close to Cole. All I have to do is look at him and…
I groan. It’s unintentional. Practically pulled out of me when I squeeze my legs together to quell the throb of desire that pulses in my sex.
Cole’s head whips around and his eyes fix on me. I see the dark, fiery look in them. He’s hungry, too.