I push the thoughts away.
Gramps’s voice rings in my head. “It's been long enough. You deserve to be happy.”
My fingers dig into her waist and pull her hips toward me, our bodies coming together in sync with the music.
A groan escapes my lips. She smells so good. Like strawberries and sunscreen.
I want to give in ...
Sex. Just sex.
“Let's go downstairs.” I pull her along with me. She bites her lip, her cheeks flushed.
Damn, sexy as fuck, looking like a snack.
My snack.
Time to indulge.
* * *
Addi
He grins at me, leading me over to one of the couches. Cole sits down and pulls me onto his lap. I straddle his waist, and he groans in response.
His tongue finds my breasts seconds later, and my bikini top is untied and tossed onto the floor.
He wastes no time because he’s a man on a mission. Strong hands snake their way up my sundress, fingers sliding beneath my bikini bottoms as his tongue laps up every inch of my tits. A soft bite to my nipple and I’m rubbing against him.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Addi. Your smell, your taste, it’s all perfect. Like home.” Cole places a hand on my belly and pushes me back gently. My back arches, and my tits rise to the sky. His hand slides up between them to my neck, where he squeezes my throat lightly. I shiver from his words. Like home.
He pulls me back up and grabs my legs to swing me to the side and lay me on my back. My dress and bottoms are pulled off in one quick sweep and tossed to the floor. Cole’s eyes travel up and down my naked body beneath him. A low whistle escapes his lips.
“Fuck.”
“Kiss me,” I whisper as I feel heat rush from my head to my toes. When his mouth connects with mine, it’s like nothing else matters.
I can’t get enough.
I’m drunk on his taste.
I’m high on his scent.
It’s intoxicating and addicting.
It’s exactly what I want.
His tongue sweeps through my mouth, and I push his trunks down over his slim hips, his thick cock popping out from the waistband. I feel it press up against my stomach, and I moan.
Kicking his trunks off the rest of the way, he leans up and reaches over to an end table next to the couch. He fumbles in the drawer for a second, and I hear the classic rip of the foil. I watch him slide the condom down his thick, engorged shaft, and I squirm, needing him inside me.
Stretching and filling me.
Bringing me to orgasm again and again.
Cole hovers over me, the tip of his dick rubbing along my wet seam, teasing and taunting, up and down.
He pushes the tip in, and I groan for more as my hands squeeze his ass cheeks, pulling him forward. A low half growl, half laugh vibrates through his chest. Leaning back, he grins and shakes his head, a lock of his shaggy blond hair falling across his eyes.