Page 28 of Stay (Stay #1)
He groans, kissing my wet flesh as his heated gaze captures mine. There is such a strange seriousness held within their gorgeous tawny depths. I’m powerless to look away from the picture he makes as he presses his lips against me.
The fine tremble that racks my body has nothing to do with his touch. It’s about the way his penetrating gaze pierces mine, never once releasing me as he continues to stroke my pussy. I shift beneath him as his tongue dips inside me, lapping at me until I’m teetering on the brink of falling apart.
These sensations are almost too much to feel within the confines of my own flesh. It’s as if something inside me is attempting to claw its way out. And still, he holds my gaze the entire time, watching as I’m forced closer to the precipice. Watching every moment of pleasure as it roars through me.
His hands settle on my thighs, pinning me to the bed as he gently sucks my throbbing clit into his mouth. My fingers twist into the covers, fisting the thick material as my back arches.
A whimper escapes from my lips as he continues to torment me.
The need to pull back from the thick waves of pleasure that pummel my senses pounds through me until I’m squeezing my eyes tightly shut, attempting to escape within myself to regain control.
This feeling of coming unhinged is so strange and new.
No one has ever played my body as if it were a fine instrument.
It’s almost too much to bear.
His tongue swipes over me once more before disappearing. When the heat of his mouth doesn’t return, I moan as the agony of his withdrawal leaves me feeling bereft. I arch my hips, wanting to feel the delicious pressure of his lips. I’ve never felt like a slave to the needs of my own body.
“I want your eyes on me,” he growls.
When I don’t immediately comply, his heated breath drifts against my wet flesh. I groan in frustration. It’s as if I’m perched precariously on the brink of something new and amazing.
“Open them, Cassidy. I want you to see exactly what I’m doing to you.”
With a whimper, I force my gaze to his. A knowing glint fills his eyes. Before I can rasp out one incoherent word, his lips return, driving me relentlessly toward the precipice.
When I finally explode, I nearly scream with the force of it.
My fingers bite into the comforter as my body arches, shuddering and spasming under the firm pressure of his mouth.
He doesn’t stop until every last shockwave has subsided and I lay spent, staring at the dark ceiling, questioning every sexual experience that now feels sadly lacking.
I’m barely cognizant of Cole rising from the bed and moving to the nightstand where he rips open a small package before quickly sheathing himself in latex. Before I’m fully able to miss him, he returns, heavy weight pinning me to the mattress. His thick length pushes against my entrance.
Need sparks in my core as his lips settle over mine. The taste of my arousal should be repulsive.
It’s not.
I deepen the kiss, remembering what it felt like to have the velvety softness of his tongue stealing over me, his gentle yet punishing lips stroking my inner thighs, spreading me open and sucking my clit.
“I can’t wait any longer,” he rasps, cock poised at the edge of my swollen lips.
With a moan, I squirm beneath him, desperate to feel every thick inch buried deep inside my body. “You don’t have to.”
Not a heartbeat later, he drives inside me. Once buried to the hilt, he stills, allowing my inner muscles to adjust to his size.
“You’re so damn tight.” He kisses me before lifting his hips and moving inside my body. “It feels like you’re strangling my cock,” he growls as his body rocks against mine.
Everything about this moment feels so right.
He joked earlier that it would only take three desperate strokes and he’d be coming. It takes nine. Nine smooth strokes before he comes inside me. Every single groan that falls from is lips is for me. For the pleasure he feels at being buried deep inside my body.
With my gaze pinned to him, I watch as pleasure unfolds across his features.
I squeeze my inner muscles around his cock, reluctant for the moment to end. I want to savor it for a few more blissful seconds. I want to feel him inside me, filling me up, showing me exactly what sex can feel like between people who care about each other.
And that orgasm…
Holy crap.
I’ve secretly never understood all the fuss about sex. All my experiences were mediocre at best. That being said, I understand the appeal of it now. When it’s right, there’s nothing quite like it.
Cole rolls onto his side and collapses on his back before pulling me along with him until my exhausted body is draped across his. As I lay on top of him, my ear pressed against his chest, I can’t help but think about what just happened, and marvel at the unexpectedness of it all.
His harsh breathing fills my ears as he drops a kiss against my forehead before trailing his fingers through my hair. “I’m sorry, I’d wanted it to last longer. I hope it was still good.”
A lazy smile curves my lips as I tiredly pick up my head to stare at him. I can’t resist teasing him just a bit. “Fishing for compliments, are you?”
He chuckles and his chest rumbles. “Just tell me it was good.”
I snuggle against him before allowing my fingertips to drift across the light sprinkle of hair covering his chest. “I’ve had better.”
Lie.
I’ve never experienced anything like it before in my life.
I yelp when he flips me over, gaze searing into mine. “You’ve,” he echoes in disbelief, “had better ?”
“It was good. Really. A solid performance. A definite seven or seven point five.”
His eyes widen as his mouth falls open.
“Look,” I continue, “you’re young. I wouldn’t worry about it. With enough practice, you’ll improve.”
“Well, fuck…” A determined expression settles over his face as he reaches over and opens the drawer of his nightstand.
I grumble, not appreciating the way he’s jostling me. “What are you doing?”
“Clearly, I need to redeem myself. I knew it’d been a while, but honestly, I thought…” his voice trails off in embarrassment.
Laughter bursts from my lips. “You know I was joking, right? It was spectacular.”
He swings around and cages my upper body before staring down at me. “You were seriously messing with me?”
I nod as a slow smile curves my face.
The lure of his bulging biceps is too much to resist, and I find myself running my fingers over them. I want nothing more than to reach up and nip at the firm flesh with my teeth before laving at them with my lips and tongue. That thought is enough to make me groan.
“Yup.”
Before I realize it, his fingers are drifting over my ribs and under my arms. As they attack, I squeal and try to catch my breath. “I’m sorry, okay? Please stop,” I breathe, still laughing, “please!”
After he ceases the torment, his hands glide over my pliant body as he shifts to his side, pulling me against him. “It was good?”
A chuckle slips free as I roll my eyes. “Cole, it was amazing.” I press a kiss against his throat. “I’ve never had an orgasm before.”
His brows shoot up. “Never?”
Why this should make him happy is ridiculous, but apparently it does.
“Nope.” I’ve never come close to feeling like I was going to explode.
“Not even by yourself?”
“No.” Under normal circumstances, talking about something so private would embarrass me. With him, it doesn’t. I pull away enough to meet his inquisitive gaze.
He smirks with obvious pride. “I’m glad I was able to give you your first big O.” He closes the distance that separates us before capturing my mouth in a scalding kiss that nearly burns me alive. “The first of many,” he whispers.
“Yes,” I agree, wanting that just as much as he does.
A comfortable silence falls over us as we lay entwined in each other’s arms, and my mind begins to wander. Wrapped up in him, I feel more safe and secure than ever before.
He drops a tender kiss against the top of my head. “You’re mine now. There’s no more running away.”
My eyelids flutter open as I stare into the swirling darkness. Instead of responding, I keep my breathing deep and even, pretending to be asleep. When he doesn’t say anything more, I close my eyes again before drifting off .
As much as I want to give him that assurance, I can’t. What I do know is that
I want Cole for as long as I can hold onto him.