“…Cole,” I pant, on the verge of begging. “Ineedyou.”
The creases along his forehead smooth out, and his fingers slow between my thighs, but they don’t stop. If I wasn’t lying down, I would collapse, the pace torture.
“Are you sure?” he asks. “If you’re not ready—”
He doesn’t finish his sentence. A strangled noise ripping from his throat when I reach for him over his pants and start stroking him. He felt large and full in my palm.
Choking out another sound his head bobs as his eyes roll back into his skull. “Fuck, Rory.”
I tug lightly and he hisses.
“You’re going to make me come before I’m even inside you if you continue like that,” he announces tightly. His chin falling to his shoulder.
My chest blooms. Cole’s breathing grows more frantic.
He pulls back, taking off his pants and boxers with the same ease as my dress. His grin widens when I whimper as his cock springs free.
I swallow. It was larger than I imagined. Bending down, he pulls out a condom and rips it open with his teeth before rolling it on.
“You sure?” he asks once more. His strong gaze looked for any hesitation. I give him none and a muscle in his jaw jumps.
The edge of my mouth curves slightly as I drank him in. Not worried the slightest bit. His face lifted as he pushed out a hushed breath.
“Princess.”
Pushing my legs wider apart, he lowers himself inside. I freeze as pain shoots through my body. I blink back tears having never felt this fullness in my life.
He doesn’t move, watching me with guarded anticipation. I was sated but whole. My legs wrapped around him, encouraging him to continue after several seconds. Reassuring him I wanted this.
Cole picks up speed, but I can tell he was being more reserved because of my hesitation at first. He doesn’t ask but I know it registered as soon as I winced. Iceman was my first.
“God, you’re so tight,” he groans roughly. Each thrust grew steadier. The pressure building higher and higher as my body began to swelter.
His movement grows rougher. He was losing control and I was living for it. His breaths shallows out but he wasn’t slowing down. This is what I wanted, what I needed.
Cole’s hand finds my breast, kneading it as he had before, and I let out a guttural cry. He was hitting that perfect spot deep inside me. His movements more jerky, sporadic.
“Come for me baby,now,” he orders thickly.
My eyes slam shut, and I do. Screaming as my orgasm crashes over me, full force.
Thrusting once, twice, three times before he pushes himself so deep another orgasm rips through me with a surprised frenzy. Collapsing down on top of me as he finds his own release.
Both of us sated as a light sheen of sweat coats our bodies.
“Hell, baby,” he huffs out. Still trying to catch his breath, same as I was.
I reach for his hair, a small piece falling over his forehead, and tuck it back in place. He watches the movement grabbing at my wrist when I’m done. Taking the tips of my fingers he bites at them playfully.
Or at least that’s how it starts out before his eyes once again darken with lust, hearing my breathing hollow out.
His dick twitches still inside me, thick and already eager for another round. I move my hips and his eyes glo,w boring into mine.
Half chuckling, half panting, he winks. “Told you we were just warming up.”
And he was right. That room our sanctuary for the rest of the night.
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