For one heartbeat, he doesn't move. Just stares up at me like I've demanded something impossible.
Then his hands release the headboard. Grip my thighs. Pull me down onto his face.
His tongue drags through me and my back arches.Dio, sì. Slow, deliberate, learning me the way he learns everything. Thorough. Methodical.
"Fuck."
I grab the headboard for balance. The same slats his hands just abandoned.
Adrian never did this. The few times I asked, before I learned not to ask, he'd looked at me like I'd suggested something disgusting.That's not really my thing.Like my pleasure was an inconvenience. Like wanting anything made me demanding and difficult and all the other words he used to make me small.
Cole's tongue circles my clit, and I stop thinking about Adrian.
I stop thinking about anything.
My hips roll against his mouth, chasing pressure. His fingers dig into my thighs hard enough to bruise. I want them to bruise, want the marks tomorrow, want evidence that this happened. And when he slides two fingers inside me without warning, the moan that tears from my throat is obscene.
"Cole—" His name comes out broken. "Per favore—"
He works me with tongue and hand together. Relentless. Reading every tremor, every gasp. I'm shaking, grinding against his face, and the pressure builds and builds until I come with a cry I couldn't muffle if I tried.
Wave after wave. He keeps his mouth on me through all of it, fingers still moving, wringing every last pulse until I'm oversensitive and trembling and have to pull away.
His face glistens. Wet with me.
He licks his lips. Slowly. Deliberately.
Madonna.
I slide down his body on shaking legs. He's still hard, impossibly hard, and when I wrap my hand around him, he hisses through his teeth.
"Do you have any idea—" His voice is ragged. "What you taste like?"
"Show me."
I kiss him before he can answer. Taste myself on his tongue. Salt, musk, andmine. His hands fly to my hips, gripping, and this time I don't stop him.
"Inside me." I position myself over him, feeling him press at my entrance. "Now."
I sink down in one smooth motion.
The sound we both make, I'll remember it forever. He fills me completely, stretching me in ways that border on too muchafter years of nothing, and the slight burn grounds me in my body because this is real. This is happening. I'm choosing this.
I start to move.
Slow at first. Rolling my hips, finding the angle that makes heat coil in my belly again. His hands grip my waist, not guiding, just holding on. Like I'm the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth.
"Faster." The command surprises me, my voice demanding and certain.
He snaps his hips up to meet me and I gasp. Yes.Yes. The sound of skin on skin fills the room. I brace my hands on his chest, ride him harder, chasing the second orgasm building.
"Kirei." The word comes out guttural. "Kanpeki—you're perfect—fuck—"
My pussy clenches around him.
"I'm close—" His voice is strained, a warning. "Angelina, I can't—"
"Not yet." I slow my pace. Make him feel every inch. "Not until I say."