She tore open a condom and returned to sit in front of Cole. His erection was on level with her mouth, but he didn’t appear to have any intention of having her pleasure him with her lips and tongue.
With shaking fingers, she rolled the latex over his rigid length. Automatically her gaze found his as she awaited his next directive.
“Lay back, spread your thighs and bend your knees so the bottoms of your feet are flat on the mattress. Then spread yourself and hold on to your knees.”
She leaned back, clutching at her knees as her soles dug into the mattress. The position opened herself completely to him. She was vulnerable but so very excited.
He ran the tip of his finger from her clitoris to her opening and then slid it inside to the knuckle. She shuddered violently, her hips arching off the mattress in response.
“Keep yourself open,” he bit out when her hold on her knees loosened.
She reasserted her hold and then sucked in her breath when he lowered his head between her splayed thighs. Oh God.
He pressed the most tender of kisses to her opening and then lazily slid his tongue upward until it rolled over her clitoris.
Her fingers dug into her knees and it was a battle to maintain her position when her entire body was screaming in pleasure.
He licked her again, making long, sensual swipes with his tongue. The roughness over such tender and sensitive skin drove her to madness. She twitched from head to toe and was one breath way from coming completely unglued.
But he was in no hurry and he seemed content to stroke her with his tongue and suck lazily at her quivering flesh. He rimmed her entrance and then slid his tongue in, tasting her from the inside out.
Pressure. All she needed was just a little pressure in just the right place and she’d explode in the mother of all orgasms. But he seemed to know exactly how close she was to meltdown because he continued with gentle, featherlike strokes and caresses. He flicked his tongue expertly over and around her clit, never putting quite enough force behind the movements to send her the rest of the way over the edge.
But how he drove her mad. He was good. So very good at making her feel exquisite, mind-numbing pleasure. He was patient too. Never tiring as he coaxed her ever closer to the ultimate sexual peak.
But then he’d always been this way. Possessive and demanding, absolutely, but generous and loving as well. Even when it was all about him, somehow he always managed to put her first. She’d always adored him for that.
“You taste just as good as I remember,” he said huskily as he pulled away.
She stared at him through passion-glazed eyes, unable to move. Her entire body was liquid. He’d reduced her to a boneless, quivering mass of desire.
He took a step back and then positioned himself at her opening. He stared down at her, those blue eyes so unbelievably beautiful. “Look at me. Only at me.”
She locked her gaze with his just as he pushed inside her. Her breath caught and then came out in a gasp at his sudden possession.
“Mine, Ren.”
He pushed deeper until his hips were flush against the backs of her thighs and he held himself there.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You,” she replied softly.
“Who takes care of you?”
“You.”
“Say my name.”
“Cole,” she said obediently.
“Who owns you, commands you, takes care of you, sees to your every need?”
“You do, Cole. I’m yours.”
He thrust hard for several moments, his face straining as he slammed into her. It was a pure act of ownership. He was branding her. Putting his stamp on her. It was a display of sheer dominance.
Then as suddenly as he had taken her, he slowed and his thrusts became gentler. He leaned forward and slid his hands up her waist, causing her arms to fall to the bed. Her knees fell forward and her legs relaxed and he pulled her close to him until their bodies were tightly meshed and he was deep inside her, his hips undulating in a sensuous rhythm.
“And who’s going to cherish you and protect you and lavish you with all the affection you deserve?” he said against her mouth.
Her heart twinged and emotion knotted her throat. She kissed him back, feverishly, not answering the question for several long seconds. Then she finally pulled away and stared straight into those mesmerizing blue eyes.
“You are,” she whispered.
“Damn right I am,” he growled as he surged forward again.
He was big and powerful. He pinned her to the mattress, his weight easily making her captive to his demands. But he made her feel …safe. Desired. Wanted. And yes, cherished.
She should have felt apprehensive and unsure, as she had each time she’d slept with a man for the first time after embarking on a new relationship. But with Cole, it was like coming home. It was reconnecting with something she’d long been denied.
She knew that he’d never hurt her no matter what he thought or what blame and guilt he carried.
Trust wasn’t something she gave easily. It was hard won and she rationed it carefully. No, she knew he’d never hurt her physically. But emotionally?
