*Cole

She is soft and curved in all the right ways. I drink her in with my eyes as long as I can resist, but with her on my lap, I can't hold back anymore. I take off her bra to cup her breasts, kissing my way down to her hardened nipples. I pull it into my mouth, relishing the feel of the nubbed skin and tiny peak under my tongue.

She moans and arches further into me, the shift of her hips on my cock darkens my eyesight for moment. I almost throw her on the bed to crush her underneath me and take what I want.

Instead, I hold her tighter as I tease that nipple, nibbling and sucking. Fuck, her skin is so soft. Absolutely perfect.

My hands stray down the velvet skin of her back to her jeans so I can cup her round ass. She sighs and rotates her hips again, grinding against me. My cock is starting to protest his confinement, but I promised this woman all night and I intend to enjoy every second of making it count for her.

I grip her hips and help her rub herself more, loving how her breathing speeds up. I kiss my way to her other breast and take that nipple in my mouth as well. Her hands clasp my hair and tug. A shudder runs through me. She moves against me as if she wants to ride me, and a slew of dirty thoughts and images run through my head.

Yes, soon, I'll have her riding my hard cock until she cums and then she'll keep riding me.

Her fingers tug at my shirt and I help her lift it over my head. She moves as if to kiss my neck or shoulder, but I take her face gently to stop her.

"Kiss me. On the mouth."

She seems surprised by my order and frowns.

"Kiss me," I say. She kissed me in the bathroom earlier, why should this be different? "I want to taste you. All of you. Tonight, you belong to me."

She traces my mouth with a finger, setting off a wave of lust in my whole body. I want to fuck her so badly. I want to press into her wet pussy and explode inside of her. I want her beneath me, on top of me, on all fours in front of me as I pound into her and she screams with an orgasm. But I don't move a muscle. I watch as she descends hesitantly to brush her lips to mine. I wait patiently as she places small kisses at each corner of my mouth, her breath tickling my lips. She hesitates again, as if not sure whether or not to kiss me again, and I take a handful of hair at her nape and pull her to me.

I kiss her deeply, breathing her in, exploring her lips, her mouth, the way she feels against me, with me. No more hesitating. I'm out of patience. She came here needing exactly this. She digs her nails into my shoulders and I keep kissing her.

I could kiss this woman forever. Her bare breasts are on my chest, her nipples pressing into me. With my free hand, I wrap my arm around her waist to guide her closer and the heat of her pussy through her jeans hits my bare stomach.

I growl into her mouth, dying to have more of her. Holding onto her, I stand and place her on the bed, facing away from me. She would have laid down, but I guide her to kneel and I stand behind her and cup her heavy breasts. The height of the bed makes her nearly as tall as I am.

I let the heat from her back warm my chest as I catch my breath a moment. I tell myself I can't let this go too fast, but my dick doesn't agree. Too bad, you bastard. You've gotten me in trouble enough times.

I can sense that she needs as much contact—skin to skin—as I can give. I put enough pressure on her shoulders to lean her back into me, supporting her, then nibble across one shoulder and to her nape. I have to move her thick hair to the other side and I kiss her sensitive nape and neck. She drops her head to my shoulder, and tension flows out of her muscles. She's starting to let go of her rigid control and nervousness. I pinch her nipples as I nip her shoulder and she gasps, squirming.

Her curves are gorgeous and I want to explore all of them. I unbutton her jeans to get to her hips and she begins to breathe faster, chest rising and falling. She helps me push her pants lower and I slide a hand down the front to her mound of curls.

I can't help grinning. It's personal, but I like a woman who resembles one, not too bare. I explore her folds, damp and hot, and she tries to get her pants all the way off to give me more access. I let her.

As she kicks her jeans to the floor, I lift my fingers to mouth to get a first taste of her. My erection jerks to life harder, it's killing me. She stares at me almost shyly from a half crouch on the bed, completely naked now. But she's not nervous anymore.

My heart aches from her beauty. Eyes wide, and lips plumped even more than usual from kissing. Her figure is full and hourglass, her perfect, velvet skin glows in the faint light, and her face is framed by a mass of tumbling dark waves.

When I crawl onto the mattress, not making any sudden moves, she meets me, taking my face for a deep kiss. She reaches for my pants, but I move her hands away. I stretch her out next to me on the bed, her back to my chest again. Lifting her knee, I drape her leg over mine. She's mine to explore like this, bodies intertwined. And I explore. She moans and arches her back, makes tiny whimpering noises of pleasure as I chase all the remaining shyness and tension away.

Hands and lips roam over her curves, grasping, stroking. Every part of her is exposed.

I lick my fingers again and move my hand between her thighs to the folds of her sex. I dip in and she bites her lips. I rub the wet nub of her clit with my thumb and she pushes into me, seeking more. I brace myself on one elbow for better access, still behind her.

She starts to rotate her hips and buck into my hand.

"Yes, like that," she moans.

I slip in a second finger, using the palm of my hand to keep a steady pressure on her clit. I kiss her neck and jaw, and nibble her ear as she widens her leg hooked over mine.

"More."

I keep going, pumping into her wet depths, and she bucks her hips. My arm is over her shoulder, down the front of her chest and belly and I hold her in place, tight against me. Her eyes close and her face strains. Fingers scratch my arm and she moans, a high-pitched needy sound.

She's falling apart in my arms. Her orgasm breaks and she cries out, gasping for air. She shakes as the orgasm runs through her body and I cradle her possessively, each shudder hitting me as well.

After a few seconds she twists to face me and trace lines on my cheek and jaw. "What about you? I think it's your turn now."

"I'm barely getting started here."

She frowns as I maneuver myself between her legs, but instead of taking off my jeans I go lower. I'm ready for a real taste of her sex directly.

She wet and beautifully pink and I groan as I drag my tongue along her pussy. It's been longer than I liked to admit. I love the way she jumps and moans as I lick up and down her dripping sex. It's probably been longer for her, the way she was shy and keeps trying to get me off as well.

Well, this might be her party, but I'm in charge tonight and this is what I live for. Eating pussy and giving a woman what she needs, whether she knows it or can admit it out loud.

I press her thighs wide and dip my tongue in her sex, sliding in and out. She lifts her hips to meet me and grabs my hair. Tight.

I work my hand around to rub her clit in light circles and then to drum a beat, to see which gets a better reaction. She writhes and pulls my hair tighter, squeezing her legs together on my head.

Both. Both seem to get a good reaction. A fresh wave of wetness hits my tongue and I keep the movement on her clit. She lifts her hips as I relish in driving her wild beneath me.

"Oh, yes, like that, Cole," she calls. "Keep going like that."

And when a lady yells my name...I almost cream in my pants. She braces against the mattress, bucking upwards and cries out again. She pants and continues to squirm as the orgasm holds her, and I keep up the licking and stroking—keeping her going for as long as possible. She collapses, breathless.

She is wildly disheveled now, skin slick with sweat and a glint in her eyes. Now she's really mine.

"I want more," she whispers.

"Good. I've got more to give."

She crawls for me, hunger in her eyes and tears at my jeans. My dick practically moans in relief. Finally free. She blinks at it as I pull my jeans all the way off. Then she takes its length in her hand and strokes my balls with the other.

Once again, I almost come before it's time.

She lowers her head to lick the tip. I clench my jaw and let her explore it, the bliss of her wet tongue is borderline agony. I can barely hold back as she grasps my dick harder and then licks my balls too. I can't wait any more.

"Time to ride me." I reach for my bag by the nightstand and fish the condoms out from the side pocket. I tear open the packet.

"A condom?" she asks, genuinely confused.

"Safety first." I frown at her. Why is she surprised by this move? Was she with someone who didn't respect her before? A spark of anger darkens my eyesight. I'll kill him.

She hesitates, eyes darting to the door.

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