“I’m too tired,” I say, half asleep. Cole swipes something across my nose. It smells like sugar, butter, and chocolate. I open my eyes. Cole’s holding a giant piece of white cake with chocolate frosting. “Cake.”
I move to wipe the frosting off my nose, but Cole stops me. He bends over, kissing my nose, licking the frosting off. “Divine.”
I hook his neck, bringing him back to me. “I want a taste.”
Cole sets the cake aside. He climbs on the bed so he’s bestride me. “You can have more than a taste, Cookie.” He loosens my robe, pulling it off me. He kisses me lightly on the lips, then trails kisses down my neck, leaving a wake of heated pleasure as he goes. He draws back his fingers, caressing feather light touches between my breasts. The cool air and the anticipation of Coles, touch cause them to pucker and swell. His fingers continue down my torso until he reaches the swell of my belly. His thumb dips slightly in the indention and I shiver. “You are so beautiful.” He whispers, almost to himself.
My breath hitches with his words. He swipes more frosting off the top of the cake and brings it down to my lips. I open expectantly, my tongue darting out, but at the last second, he drops his finger, smearing the frosting across my breast, covering my left nipple. I gasp with surprise.
“Oops, sorry, Cookie.” He leans down, giving me that drop dead gorgeous smile. His eyes never leave mine as he licks a path from the curve of my breast to the swollen tip. Sensations of pleasure shoot down my spine. I drop my head to the pillow, my eyes fluttering closed.
“Cookie,” Cole’s voice is whisper soft.
“Hmm?” My legs come up to wrap around Coles’ back.
“Baby, look at me.”
I open my eyes to Cole’s sex ad smile; his tongue tastes me again with light flicks to the top of my nipple.
“Cole.” I can’t hold back another moan. Tingles of pleasure build in my belly, and I tighten my heels on his back. His breath catches from my action, puffs of moist air warming my skin. My hands find the nape of his neck, and I tangle my fingers into his silky curls.
“Kate, eyes.” My eyes fix on his. He draws my nipple back in the hot recesses of his mouth. I arch my back, unable to resist the sensual pull as he begins to suck. Pleasure explodes through my chest as his teeth graze over the taut peak.
This time, his eyes close. “Mmm, so good.”
I watch him trail loving kisses across my chest, not stopping until he reaches my other breast. The plump flesh swells, begging for his attention. He lavishes more kisses on me until he reaches the berry-colored tip. I hold very still and wait. My heart races in anticipation. Cole’s eyes open and he looks up at me from his position over my breast. He smiles slowly and his tongue darts out across my swollen ridge; he closes his eyes again and takes it into his mouth. His tongue swirls around and I find myself lost to the pleasure as he licks and nips intermittently. My eyes close and my body bows as pleasure spreads all the way to my toes, causing them to curl with delight. I grip his head harder, holding him close and not wanting him to stop.
“Kate.” Cole’s hovering over me with that smile. He has frosting on the corner of his mouth. I pull him down to me, sealing my lips on his. I gently suck the frosting off the corner of his mouth, then nibble his bottom lip. I delve my tongue into his mouth. Cole thrusts his back. I relent, letting his tongue slide into my mouth, the remnants of chocolate still present. Cole rolls us, so I’m on top.
I sit up, my breathing heavy. “You’re eating my cake.”
“You need to learn to share, Cookie.” He places his hands behind his head.
I scrunch my eyebrows at him.
He winks at me. “Just taking in the view.”
I grab the cake off the nightstand, taking a bite of it. Licking my lips for effect.
“Cookie, you can eat cake for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. There’s just one rule.”
I cock an eyebrow as I lick frosting off the side of my mouth. “Oh, and what’s that?”
“You have to eat it naked, and I get to watch you.”
I smile down at him, then pick up another piece with lots of frosting. When it’s almost to my mouth, I tip my fork upside down and let it drop onto Cole’s stomach. “Oops…” I look at him, licking the last of the cake off my fork, and then sit the cake back on the nightstand. “I think it’s still good. Let me get that.” I slide down Cole, gliding kisses along the lines and edges of his taut stomach where the cake fell. I watch his muscles flex and tense with anticipation. I curl my tongue and lick the frosting, spreading it down his stomach. I glance up at him. His eyes are dark as he watches me, one brow arched in challenge.
I feel his sex harden, digging into my belly. I lick and trail of wet, sloppy kisses down the path I want to follow. My teeth grazing his toned flesh. I pull on the waistband of his pajama pants, yanking them down where I want them. His thick erection comes free, laying on his stomach surrounded by the frosting. I give Cole a wicked smile, and he winks at me again. I lean down, licking the frosting on his stomach, not touching his throbbing length. His muscles tighten, but he doesn’t say anything. I do the same on the other side. “Yummy,” I say, sitting up.
Cole looks at me with that grin, his hands still behind his head, like I haven’t fazed him a bit. I swipe at the cake with my finger, covering it with frosting. I lick up my finger, putting it in my mouth. “Mmm, so good.” I bend over to Cole, kissing him lightly on the mouth. He runs his tongue along the seam of my lips, wanting access, but I shake my head and trail kisses down his chest once more. When I drag my teeth over one of his puckered nipples, a small growl escapes him. I continue down his chest. I glance up at Cole and this time wink at him. I slide down so Cole’s length rubs between my breasts, then flick my tongue across the tip of his shaft. I hear and feel Cole’s low, guttural growl. Then his hands are under my arms and he’s throwing me on my back.
“Hey,” I sulk. “I was just getting started.”
Cole gives me that tooth-paste ad smile and plunges into me. I gasp with surprise. My back arching on its own accord, craving more of Cole and the pleasure he fills me with. I cry out with delight. “So good,” I groan.
Cole pushes my hands above my head, entwining them with his, thrusting again. We move in rhythm with each thrust, my hips bow to meet him. Again and again, each gentle drive into me takes me higher and higher into ecstasy.
“Mine.” Cole’s voice is low, his breathing quick and heavy.