He was gentle with her. Angel hadn’t expected that. For a moment everything Chuck had done to her flashed in her mind, and she tensed, her hand gripping Cole’s wrist. She made a whimper under his mouth.
Cole rose up a fraction of an inch and looked into her eyes. “Shh,” he whispered, brushing her lips with the barest of kisses. “Just relax for me, sweetheart,” he whispered softly, seductively. He trailed kisses across her jaw to her ear. “Relax. I’ll be gentle, baby. I swear.” He spoke to her softly, coaxingly. “I’m gonna make it all better. Just relax for me, Angel.”
She gave in, melting against him, letting his hands have their way.
“That’s it. That’s right.” His hand slid from her jaw down her throat to her breastbone.
His palm was warm pressed against her. She watched his face as his eyes followed the trail of his hand as it moved down the center of her body to her soft belly.
He slid his hand to the curve of her waist, just above her hipbone, and then up her side over her ribs to her bra. His eyes returned to hers. “You’re beautiful, baby.” He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her softly, gently.
Angel slid both her hands up his neck, her fingers threading into his hair at the base of his neck. She tilted her head to deepen the kiss.
He rose up, breaking the kiss as his fingers curled into the side of her bra, under her arm. “Can I take this off you?”
She nodded.
He glided his arm under her back.
She lifted slightly, giving him access.
He unhooked it and pulled it loose as his hand slid back out from under her. He ran his hand up her upper arm, his fingers curling into her strap, and he slowly pulled it down her arm.
She shimmied her shoulders, and he pulled it free. His eyes fell to the beauty revealed to him, and he blindly tossed the bra to the floor. His hand returned to the underside of her breast. He cupped it, lifting it up, and his mouth closed over her nipple. He laved it gently, tenderly.
She ran her hands up his biceps to his shoulders and into his hair, watching his mouth and tongue as they moved over her. Her breathing quickened, her breasts rising and falling. Oh God, it felt so good.
He twisted his head, and his eyes met hers, and then he sucked hard and watched as her head went back and her back arched off the bed. He took advantage and slid his arms under her, into the arch of her back. He held her that way as his mouth continued its ministrations. He moved from one breast to the other, treating her other nipple to the same.
His mouth trailed down between her breasts and down to her navel. His tongue dipped inside, and her body undulated. His hand closed over her hip, stilling her as he continued kissing down over her soft belly, his body sliding down.
“Cole, wait,” she whispered, panic starting to take hold.
He stopped immediately, rising back up over her. He brushed the hair back from her temple. “Okay, baby. Okay. We’ll go as slow as you want. I won’t do anything you aren’t ready for. Okay?”
She nodded, her voice trembling. “I’m sorry. I…”
He shook his head. “Nothing to be sorry for. It’s all good. If all you want to do is kiss, then that’s all we’ll do. I’ll take whatever you want to give me, baby.”
“Okay.”
He kissed her for a long time, until it wasn’t enough for either of them anymore.
She bent her leg, rubbing against him.
He rose up and looked in her eyes. “Can I touch you, sweetheart?” he asked, his hand trailing down. “Please, baby?”
She nodded.
His hand traced over her lower abdomen, his fingers slipping under the edge of her panties and curving down, finding her most sensitive spot. His touch gentle, caressing. He watched her reaction to his tender stroking.
Her eyes slowly drifted closed, and her mouth parted.
He slid his middle finger inside her and watched her neck arch back and her hips lift to his touch, seeking more. He slid back out, caressing her again. “You’re so wet.”
Her eyes opened to mere slits, and her chin dropped, her eyes connecting with his. Her breath was panting now as the rhythm of his strokes quickened.
“Do you like that, baby doll?”
She nodded. God, yes, she loved it. She didn’t want him to stop.
“Let me take these off. Okay, baby?”
She nodded again.
He slithered down, his fingers curling into her panties at each hip and pulling them down her legs. He tossed them to the floor and moved back over her.
His mouth found hers as he returned to stroking her, over and over until she was moaning and writhing beneath him.
Her hands fell from his neck, skating down his chest and along his oblique muscles.
He grabbed her hand, his mouth lifting from her mouth. “Touch me, sweetheart. Please.” He guided her hand to his hard cock, closing her grip around him.
“Cole.”
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Cole swallowed as she stroked him softly, and he tried to maintain his control. He didn’t want to frighten her. God, please don’t let this frighten her, he prayed. “Fuck, baby. That feels so good. Don’t stop.” He guided her hand in the motion. “Harder baby, a firmer touch. Yeah. Like that.”
His hand returned to between her legs.
As they stroked each other, her body undulated restlessly against him.
“You ready for me, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Cole. Yes.”
He stopped stroking her and slid his hand up the inside of her thigh, separating her legs. “Spread your legs for me, baby,” he whispered against her ear as he nuzzled her neck.
She complied, and he settled into the cradle of her thighs. Her hand was still on him, stroking.
“Guide me in, baby. You’re in control. Whenever you’re ready, Angel, take me inside you. Okay?”
She nodded. “Okay.”
He kissed her neck, propped up on his elbows, holding himself off her, giving her all the time she needed. He didn’t want to rush her. He couldn’t bear it if she panicked on him now. He nuzzled her ear. “I’ll go slow, baby. I swear. Let me in, Angel. Please, baby doll. I promise I won’t hurt you. I’d never hurt you, baby. Never.”
She tilted her hips and took him inside an inch, but then clenched down, stopping, her body tensing up.
He hovered there, holding himself above her. “Take it all, baby. Please. I’ll be gentle. I swear.” He felt her relax, and he slid in another couple inches before she tensed again. He clenched his jaw, keeping a rock solid hold on his control.
“I’m sorry, I’m nervous—”
“Shh, shh.” He stroked the hair back from her face. “You’re doing fine, baby. Relax. Breathe. That’s it. It’s just the two of us here. No need to be nervous. There’s no pressure. I’ll stop if you want me to.”
She shook her head. “No. I don’t want you to stop.” Her hands dropped to his hipbones, then snaked around to grip his ass, and she pulled him down the last few inches.
As he sank into the liquid heat of her, he groaned. Lord, she was tight. It was taking everything he had to wait for her to adjust to him. He stayed there, impaling her, letting her become accustom to the feel of him inside her. “You okay, baby? Does it hurt?” His voice was gravely with desire.
“I’m fine.”
“Okay, baby. I’m going to start moving, okay?” He didn’t wait for her answer, but slid slowly almost all the way out of her and then gently back in again, growling in her ear, “Oh, baby doll. You feel so fucking good.”
She wrapped her arms around him.
He slid one hand down her outer thigh, and then back up to her knee, pulling her tight against his hip. “Wrap around me, babe,” he ordered.
She complied, wrapping her legs around his hips.
He rocked against her, sliding in all the way to the hilt. He groaned again and ran his hand down her thigh, over her hip and up her side. “Your skin is as soft as silk.” He kissed his way down her neck and across her chest.
His mouth closed over her nipple and he tugged hard. He could feel as the jolt of desire shot straight through her, and he felt another rush of wetness.
Cole felt her clench around him like a fist, and he tugged again, pulling another spasm of response from her. He lifted up, his arms locking straight as he held himself above her and slowly thrust into her, rocking her against the mattress.
Her hips rose to meet him, thrust for thrust, again and again.
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