I smile and let out a laugh. “I missed my last riding lesson with you.”
His lips tip up in a devastatingly handsome grin as he drawls, “Don't worry, darlin’. I'll give you as many rides as you want for the rest of our lives.” He falls onto my couch and pulls me down, so I'm sitting astride him. “Starting now.” He grins at me wickedly before kissing me again.
I melt into him. Cole and I might be opposites, but he completes me.
I feel that hard part of him jutting up against my stomach and reach down between us to cup him through his jeans.
He hisses in a sharp breath and thrusts his hips against my hand. “Fuck, Emily, darlin’. Do you have any idea what you do to me, little lady?”
Before I can answer, Cole lifts me and yanks my shorts and panties down in one swoop. His chest heaves up and down urgently as he hurries to unleash his cock from his jeans.
It bobs up between us, tall and proud, and he positions me on top of him. “Get ready for the ride of your life, darlin’.”
“Cole!” I gasp out his name as he impales me on his huge girth.
He slaps my ass as he bottoms out inside me. My instincts take over, and I ride him. He holds my ass in both hands and helps bounce me up and down on him. “Yes, darlin’,” he encourages me. “You’re doing so good. Get it, honey. It’s yours. Only yours.”
His words warm my heart and send fire racing through my veins. I feel more moisture pooling between my thighs as electricity crackles through me where we’re connected. I squeeze around him involuntarily, and Cole groans before smashing his lips onto mine.
He kisses me possessively, growling into my mouth. “Don’t you ever run from me like that again. You hear me?” he rasps against my lips as I continue to ride him, the pressure within me building, building. It’s all I can focus on. “Emily.” His voice cracks across me like a whip, breaking through my haze of lust and drawing my attention back to his eyes. “I love you, darlin’.”
I soften, a tingle snapping through me as he thrusts up and hits a spot inside me that makes me see stars. “I love you too.”
His hands move from my ass to my hips. He holds me still as he jabs up into me rapidly. I can’t catch my breath. The pleasure is so intense, and I know my orgasm is near. It’s right there. I can almost feel it.
“Who do you belong to?”
I can’t talk. All I can do is cling to him.
He slows down, and I whimper in protest.
“Who?” he prompts.
“You!” I scream in frustration. “Cole!” My desperate plea must break through to him because he gives me what I want and finishes me off with a few more perfect upward thrusts of his hips.
I scream his name again, my world falling apart around me.
“Motherfucker, Emily!” he curses.
I feel his hot release jetting up into me, and it causes me to convulse around him again. Seeing him lose control like this heightens my own pleasure.
I come so hard it’s like I temporarily leave my body. When I come back to my senses, Cole is stroking his hands along my back.
“I’m glad you came for me.” I smile against his neck.
“I’ll always come for you,” he says, his voice filled with innuendo.
I swat his shoulder. “You know what I mean.”
He sobers and tilts my chin to capture my eyes with his own. “Yes, and I mean it that way too. I’ll always come for you. You’re my everything, Emily. Nothing else in my life matters without you.”