But the head of his cock nudges at my entrance, and then I forget about everything.
“Gonna make you mine,” Cole breathes. He claims my mouth in a hard kiss and then pushes into me.
It feels like I’m being ripped open for all of a second. A small shriek escapes my throat, only to be swallowed up by his kiss.
“Shh,” he murmurs against me, holding me close as I quake. “My Adelaide.”
The throbbing inside me turns into a dull pain, and then slowly subsides. As it does, I become aware of his big body pressing down on mine, of how deep he is inside me, how very close we are to each other. And I start to like it.
I shift my weight, vaguely aware of the hard earth under my back but more aware of Cole and the way he covers me.
“Okay if I move?” he asks, and his hips push a little against mine.
I nod.
He nuzzles me and slowly pulls out, then pushes into me again. There’s a small twinge, but other than that, it doesn’t hurt. He kisses me again, and his tongue coaxes mine as he begins a languid rhythm, stroking into me. After the first few pushes, there’s no more discomfort, and I start to enjoy it.
I also start to worry I’m not doing enough. Should I lift my hips? Bounce against him? Play with his nipples? I hate being a virgin. I slide my hand along his side. “What do you want me to do? How should I touch you?”
“You touch me however you want to, baby,” he tells me. And then he thrusts again, harder this time.
A gasp escapes my throat, and I try to remember to move my hand over his skin, touching him everywhere. I love the feel of his strong back, and the soft skin of his buttocks over the hard steel of the muscle underneath. All the while, he keeps thrusting into me and murmuring possessive words. It feels good, but not like before, when he drove me crazy. Just…kind of pleasant. I enjoy the feel of his big body over mine more than anything else.
He nips at my ear. “How does it feel, Adelaide?”
“Good?” I tense. “Am I doing something wrong?”
“Nope. I am.” He kisses me again and sucks gently on my lower lip, until I’m moaning with need from his kisses. Gosh, I love kissing him. I could kiss him for weeks on end.
Then, Cole takes my thigh and tugs me up against him, changing the angle of my hips. He grabs one of the pillows from above my head and shoves it under my butt, and then pushes into me again.
This time, I gasp. “That felt…different.”
“Different good?” He rocks his hips, thrusting in again.
And holy cow, it is good. I feel something elusive building in my belly. “Oh…definitely good.” I bite my lip and concentrate, trying to raise my hips along with his to get more of that feeling. He pauses, and I tighten my grip on his shoulders. “Keep going.”
Cole chuckles and begins to pump into me harder, increasing his pace and the intensity of his thrusts. All the while, the delicious sensation continues to grow deep inside my belly. I close my eyes and concentrate on it, and my nails dig into his shoulders.
His next thrust is rough as hell, but it sends incredible sensations through me. “Oh,” I breathe. He does it again, and another “Oh” escapes me.
“My Adelaide,” he growls. “So fucking beautiful.” He gazes down at me, and I realize that he’s driving both of us across the tent with the force of his thrusts, and it feels incredible. But I’m still not there. So close, but not quite.
I strain, raising my hips against him with every thrust. “Oh. Cole! I need—”
“I know,” he says. I feel him shift against me, and then his hand pushes between my legs. His fingers brush against my clit as he thrusts into me again.
That does it. Everything inside me clenches, and a little sob escapes my throat as my body locks around him. The orgasm rips through me, harder and a thousand times more intense than anything I’ve ever given myself with my vibrator. I’m losing control—exploding into billions of itty bitty pieces—and sobbing with the utter intensity of it.
“I’ve got you,” he says, and then nips at my throat again. “Christ, you feel fucking amazing. You’re squeezing the hell out of my cock with that sweet cunt of yours, aren’t you?”
I can’t respond. I only sob again as he thrusts into me over and over, sending more shockwaves of orgasmic pleasure through me.
“Adelaide!” He growls my name out, and I feel his entire body shudder against mine with the force of his own orgasm. And then he snarls.
And…oh God. It sounds just like the bear did.
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Adelaide
At first, I think the snarl came from Cole. But it really did sound just like the bear.
Which means the bear returned while we were making love…and is now right outside our tent.
“Cole!” I whisper, clinging to him. “The bear’s back!”
He groans loud enough to make me flinch, and buries his face against my breasts as he collapses against me, utterly spent from his orgasm.