“Fuck me, Cole.” I suckle on his mouth and rub my tongue against his. “Fill me up.”
He pulls out of me and spins me around to face the wall. His arms swings toward the built-in ledge beside us, sending shampoo and soap to the floor as he grabs what he’s looking for. Lube.
My stomach flip-flops, and I push my ass out like a wanton thing. He oils up his cock and drops the bottle. Then his hand slides over my abs, between my legs, and three fingers sink inside. I rise on tiptoes and flatten my palms against the tiles, my legs trembling against the pleasure sweeping through my body.
His other hand presses against my ribs, just beneath my breast, holding me tight to him. I clutch that hand, lacing our fingers together and squeezing hard.
“I’m ready, Cole.”
He took my anal virginity two weeks after we met and fucks my ass every chance he gets. It’s his weakness. One glimpse of that puckered hole and he can’t control himself. He’s already panting at my ear, grinding and rubbing himself against me while his fingers plunge in and out of my pussy. He’s a goner.
“I won’t be able to hold back,” he growls.
As if he knows another way. Not only is he hard as a rock, he’s well-endowed. Long and wide with a big fat head. I’m going to feel every inch of that gorgeous cock.
He seats the broad tip against my tight ring of muscle and bites the sensitive skin beneath my ear. “Push back, baby.”
I edge back, relaxing into it. His fingers curl inside me, gripping my pussy and maneuvering me where he wants me as he sinks into my ass.
“Jesus, fuck.” It’s a tight fit. I’m not going to last. My body’s already primed, inching toward to the fall into bliss.
By the heaving, groaning noises at my ear, he’s right there with me. He loves anal, but he never lasts long when he takes me this way. It feels too good, so fucking tight and erotic he always finishes within minutes.
“Danni.” He pumps into me frantically, erratically, his entire body shaking with the need to release. “I’m going to…”
He moans, dropping his head on my shoulder and slamming to a stop inside me.
“Are you coming?” I ask.
“Trying not to, but fuck, you feel incredible.” He resumes thrusting, fingering me with urgency while his thumb does devilish things to my clit. “You need to come.”
“I can’t.” Not yet.
“You will.” His hand untangles from mine and moves to my breast to tweak my nipple. “One more.”
I melt against him, clear my mind, and ride the pleasure of his thrusts, the play of his muscles against me, and the heat of his breath on my neck.
“Kiss me.” I angle my neck toward him.
His mouth latches onto mine, forcing my head back to deepen the kiss. Then I feel it. The tiny pulses of rapture skittering between my legs and blooming outward, flooding my nerve endings, strengthening, consuming, taking over all thought.
I tear my mouth away. “Ahhhh, God, Cole. I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming.”
A gust of air escapes his lungs, and he chokes, jerks his hips, and shouts, “Danni! Oh, goddamn. Unnnngh!”
His cock throbs and swells inside me, and I wish I could see his face, the pout of his lips, the complete and utter look of satisfaction that I know is morphing his expression. He’s insanely beautiful when he comes.
But I feel him—the tension slipping from his body, the lingering shock waves creeping over his skin, and the caress of his hand easing from between my legs to affectionately rub my body.
This is when his sweet side makes an appearance, when he’s loose and satiated and wrapped around me without the driving need to fuck. It’s a fleeting moment—the man has a ridiculously fast recovery rate—but I’ll take it. I’ll take him anyway I can get him.
He washes me, and I wash him. Then we towel off and collapse naked in bed. I lay sprawled on top of him, legs entwined, with my chin propped on my fist on his chest.
We stare at each other, content to do so without words or motion for long minutes. His hands rest on my lower back, and every once in a while, his fingers creep along my butt crack, as if seeking that opening he loves to play with.
When my eyelids start to grow heavy, his timbre breaks the silence.
“How’s your ass?”
“It misses your cock.”
“Insatiable.”
“Says the three-times-a-day guy.”
“You’re the only woman who can make me hornier after sex.”
“Am I supposed to take that as a compliment? I’m starting to think I’m not satisfying you.”
He yanks me up his chest and hardens his eyes. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
My bones turn to goo, and I lower my face to his Cole-scented neck. “I was going to dance on the pole for you tonight, but you wore me out.”
“You can do that tomorrow after I put a ring on your pussy.”
How do I feel about that? I chew the inside of my cheek, trace a finger in the hollow of his throat, and decide it sounds like fun. “I’ll do a labium piercing. I don’t want any needles in my bean.”
“They wouldn’t be able to anyway. You have a tiny clit.”
“I do?” I lift my head to see his eyes.
“Incredibly tiny.” He leans up and kisses my lips.
I had no idea. It’s not like I go around comparing clit sizes with my friends. And I don’t want to think about how he knows the female anatomy well enough to make such a claim, but the thought is already there, gnawing at my confidence. He knows his way around a pussy because he’s unbelievably attractive with a sex drive that rivals Genghis Khan, who is reputed to have sired hundreds of children.
“Did you know Genghis Khan had two-to three-thousand women in his harem?” I twist the silver band on my finger.
His brows pull in as he watches me fidget. “I haven’t been with that many women, Danni.”
He doesn’t sound so sure, and my nerves flare. He’s never worn a condom with me. Not even the first time. He swore he was clean, and I have an IUD. It’s pricked at me for a while, but not enough to bring it up. Until now, with his ring on my finger.
I slide off the band and rub the shiny surface. “Is there a chance little Coles are running around in the world? I mean, it wouldn’t change anything between us. I just want to be prepared and—”
“No.” He grips my hand. “Danni, look at me.”
I lift my eyes and sink into the devastating depths of his.
“I’ve always been careful,” he says with earnest. “I’ve always used protection.”
“But you didn’t with me.”
He pries the ring from my hand and holds it in front of my face, catching the light from the nearby lamp. Is something etched on the inside? An inscription?
I clasp his wrist and angle it closer, twisting it in his grip.
One Promise ~ One Forever
My chin quivers, and my voice abandons me.
“You’re my forever, Danni.” He returns the ring to my finger and caresses my cheek. “I didn’t need protection with you.”
I nod and inch closer, touching my lips to his. “Thank you.”
He holds me for several minutes before taking a breath that hitches his chest. “We need to talk about the wedding.”
“We have plenty of time—”
“We don’t.” He nudges me up, and the wrinkles around his eyes alarm me.