Cole dipped his fingers into a jar on the table, then moved them to my ass and rubbed cool ointment around my opening, similar to what he’d done at church. "Darlin', you have no idea."
I squeaked and clenched at his touch. He was aroused because he longed for...that? The concept of his desire did not appeal to me, but the knowledge that I aroused him certainly did. I felt the item he called a pill being pushed against me and I was brought out of my reverie. My body fought the foreign object, but to no avail; he easily inserted the round object past my entrance, with one finger nudging it into my depths. It wasn't pleasant, and I felt my hips shift to avoid his penetrating finger as sweat broke out upon my skin.
"Cole," I replied, panting and wincing at the intrusion. "It's...I don't...oh God, it's too much."
He stopped and I had a moment of relief that he'd heeded my words. "Easy, darlin'. You're almost done." I glanced to the side. He picked up the small wooden object again. Cole was most certainly not done. After the experience at church, this cork's insertion went fairly quickly, although it was almost impossible for me to relax to have it go in. I panted through his ministrations. Clearly Cole had no intention of being defeated, and continued circling and pushing forward until it spread me open. I hissed at the final stretching.
Grabbing a cloth, he wiped his hands. "Sit upon the table."
I stood and relaxed my tense shoulders, feeling the things in my bottom. My body burned at the constant stretch. It wasn't remotely enjoyable, in fact, quite uncomfortable. I turned to face Cole, whose head was lowered as he looked his fill at my body. In comparison to my small frame, he was large and rough around the edges, with tanned work worn hands, an early beard growing on his jaw, and tiny lines at the corner of his eyes. I should be afraid of him, but I wasn't. I longed for him. Even after the things he'd said, I desired him. I wasn't immune; I felt my nipples pebble.
"Sit? Here? Cole, this is where we eat our meals," I countered.
He grabbed my hips and unceremoniously sat me upon the hard surface. The coolness of it against my private places made me squeak and I shifted my hips as the cork pushed into me.
"Lean back on your elbows."
"Cole--" I whined.
He arched on brow. "Are you planning on questioning everything?"
I tilted my chin up. "When you have ridiculous notions, then yes."
I saw the corner of his mouth turn up as he pushed on my shoulders, making me fall back into the position he requested. My breath hissed out at the cool contact with my bare back. He took firm grip of both my ankles and lifted them up and wide, exposing me. With my bottom at the edge of the table, Cole could no doubt see...everything.
Without releasing my legs, he knelt on the floor so his face was lined up with....
"Cole!" I pushed up onto my hands in outrage. He couldn't look at me thusly! "You can't look at my woman's garden like that."
"Woman's garden?" He sounded baffled, then he chuckled. It was dark and deep like day old coffee. "That is your pussy and you will call it that. I never want to hear woman's garden ever again."
"Still...."
"You're worried about doing this where we eat, darlin'?"
My eyes traveled down past my breasts, belly and even the dark hair between my thighs to look into his eyes. I just nodded.
He grinned, that wide, wicked grin I used to taunt him to see. "This is the perfect place because I'm going to eat your pussy. I want to see what you taste like. Like honey, I bet."
He didn't give me time to wonder what he meant as his mouth closed over my - oh Lord! Right there. I pushed at his head, trying to get him away. "No! You can't do that!"
After brushing his mouth over some place that made my entire body feel as if it had been dipped in a hot bath, he lifted his head. "Like that spot, did you?"
He grinned and I saw his chin was wet from...from me? Oh my.
"Let me see if I can find that again." He lowered his head once more and immediately honed in on that spot, his tongue rasping over it just as his thumb had in church. With one particularly attentive flick of his tongue, I arched my back, tilting my hips into his mouth. I wanted this. I needed him to finish what he'd started. He slipped a finger inside and rubbed against some spot, some secret place that had me reaching the same pinnacle as I had earlier. Like a cliff, I launched myself off and reveled in the sensations, the quivering of my body that only Cole could bring about. I cried out his name as his tongue didn't stop.
I slumped onto the table, replete and boneless, as he finally moved his mouth from my...pussy and kissed each of my inner thighs, then stood. He wiped his chin with the back of his hand.
"I was right." He grinned wickedly. "Just like honey."
"Cole," I gently scolded. I was embarrassed, but the way he made me feel tempered it. I couldn't do anything but lay there and stare up at him, my legs wickedly wide open, my entire body prostrate and on display. He'd wiped out every contrary thought from my mind.
"I like seeing you like this, knowing you desire me as much as I want you. I could go at you all day, but I like a nice smooth, shaved pussy to eat. Don't move your legs, Tessa."
The thought of having my hair there shaved was not overly enticing, but the way Cole's gaze burned when he talked about the idea had me laying still. Not that I could move anyway; Cole had pleasured me into complete compliance. And I wasn't complaining.
CHAPTER TWO