tongue snaking out to lick across her mound and then push against her sensitive bundle of nerves. Her knees locked in place; she was out of her comfort zone with him. What was she supposed to do? Cole was about to show her.
He caressed her calf with his hand, sliding it up to stroke the inside of her knee, which was incredibly sensitive. Who would have thought? Then he moved higher, moving to the inside of her thigh, pushing between them until she moved her feet apart, allowing him access to her clit.
He stroked his hand across his clit, so lightly it was like a whisper, but the sensations he drew from her were so strong she thought she would pass out. Wider, he made her part her legs, slipping his fingers between them and drawing back along the length of her wet sex. When he repeated the movement the second time, he dipped his finger into her, feeling how wet she was.
“Sit.”
She obeyed, opening her legs when he pressed his body between them and holding her breath when he lowered his head and kissed her clit, sliding his tongue out to stimulate her there. Kira wanted to clamp her thighs shut, scared of how he stole her senses. Would he make her beg him to go further, to make her come?
“Oh.” He slipped his finger inside her again. “Oh.” Deeper. “Oh shit!” Two fingers. Probing her, pushing in and out until her world shifted, stars spinning above her head and then exploding into a million pieces as he made her come. In and out, he worked his fingers while his tongue lapped at her clit, soft and hard, sucking then nipping the swollen bud until she cried out his name.
“Fuck, I want to be inside you, Kira.” Before her body had time to recover, he stood before her, unbuckling his belt and she could only watch, detached from her body, as he undid his buttons and dropped his jeans to the floor.
Naked. There was a half-naked man in front of her, his cock long and erect, for her . He was so big, not just his cock, but his whole body. When he pulled his torn T-shirt over his head, her eyes rested briefly on the wound on his shoulder, and then they moved down to take in his bare chest, toned, perfect, just like the rest of him.
Lower. Her eyes moved down over his stomach with its six-pack abs. Golden skin encased the perfect package, all bulging biceps, strong muscular thighs. Her mind shied away from his cock, not wanting to think of how exactly he was going to fit inside her.
Cole moved towards her, pausing when she held her hand out and touched his cock, feeling the smooth skin encasing the hardness beneath. Slowly she moved her hand up and down the length of him, fascinated by his reaction. He was so aroused, his hips moving forward and back while she stroked him. What did he taste like? What would it be like to wrap her mouth around him and please him just as he had pleased her?
Then he stilled her hand, moving forward with his body to tip her back onto the bed. Her legs still dangled over the edge, and he positioned himself between them, guiding himself forward so that his cock pressed against the outer lips of her sex. Then he thrust his hips forward and he entered her, the shock robbing her of her breath.
Gasping for air, she tried to fix her eyes on his, wanting that constant as he plunged deeper, ripping her virginity from her. Her mouth opened and she cried out; Cole pulled back, his face filled with concern. But she didn’t want him to stop, didn’t want him to withdraw from her.
Sitting up, she encircled him with her arms, resting her head on his chest, the change in angle nice, putting pressure on her clit where it pressed against his body.
Using his good arm, he placed it under her bottom, lifting her up and then resting back on his haunches, before finally sitting on the floor with her in his lap. Kira tensed. She didn’t want to be the one in control, but that’s exactly what she was. His hand rested on her hip, encouraging her.
Inch by inch, she lowered herself down onto him, feeling