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Authors: Jennifer Kacey
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knowing you’re about to come.”
“But I’ve already come twice.” She seemed almost panicked by it as she jerked her hips in time with his thumb and his cock filling her.
“Three times minimum, Charlie. Pretty sure there’s a three-time minimum.”
Tension broke across her face and her entire body torqued as she came. He moved his thumb one last time, somehow knowing it would be too much for her. Gathering her close, he continued moving in and out of her. Riding her through her orgasm.
One-handed, he removed the belt and tugged her cuffed hands between them. “Not gonna lie. I like seeing my cuffs on you.”
She giggled. After she came, she giggled again and looped her wrists over his head. Pulling him down for a kiss, she sighed against his mouth. “Not gonna lie. I like seeing your cuffs on me.”
“You’ve been in them long enough, I’m afraid. I’m going to have to convince myself to move. Hope my legs will hold me. Damn.” He kissed her again, partially to shut himself up and partially just because he wanted to.
He moved her arms and laid them on her chest while pulling free from the tight clasp of her body.
“Mmm…” Her happy noises. What in the world had he just gotten himself into? Love at first sight didn’t happen. It just didn’t. But the beat of his heart seemed to think otherwise.
But she didn’t even live there.
And what about Addyson? He scrubbed a hand down his face and stood.
Talk about complicated.
The sight she made told him he was in for a doozy of a train wreck. Legs open, pussy still clenching and unclenching as her body tried to process everything that’d happened. Nothing hidden. So open.
He wished he could be the same.
He needed to get dressed and leave.
Staying wasn’t smart and he knew it. So why did it feel as if he’d just gotten punched in the gut when he thought about walking away?
* * * * *
The giggles wouldn’t stop.
They just wouldn’t.
Part of them was because she couldn’t believe what had just happened and the other part was because the amount of happy couldn’t be contained in her body. It had to go somewhere.
She’d almost cried right in the middle when she’d gotten emotional. It felt like more than just sex. It wasn’t. She knew that. But the sensations had nearly swamped her.
And Cole had known. Not what caused it, but he at least knew something was wrong. He’d helped her through it. He hadn’t disappeared. No. He’d fucked her through it.
That word. It had always seemed crude to her. Unfeeling. Remote.
But it wasn’t.
It was fun, and delicious.
Her body twitched with remembered heat as Cole’d licked her, touched her, took her.
The guys she’d been with in college were utter and complete amateurs compared to him. He touched her as if he knew exactly how she’d react to him. Sex had never been like that. She’d surely never reacted to sex like that before.
She jerked as he lifted her wrists, and she opened her eyes to watch him unlock her.
He winked at her. “You might have a couple red marks. They should fade before the morning though.”
“Marks?” It was a stupid question and she knew it, but her brain wasn’t really back online yet. She rolled over onto her side and stared at the red marks on her wrists. “Pretty.”
“Ugh.” Cole walked in the bathroom and Charlie heard the water in the sink turn on.
“What?”
“I need to leave. I need to get home and get some sleep before work tomorrow and before the carnival.”
“But?” she asked as the water turned off and he came out carrying a washrag.
“But I want to stay. Totally bizarre.” He looked completely perplexed as he climbed on the bed and pushed her legs open.
“I can do that, you know. I’m pretty adept at cleaning myself up.”
“I’m sure you are.” He gently wiped the lips of her sex and then leaned over and licked her. “But if you clean her up I can’t play with her. It’s all a delicate ruse to get to touch her just a little
“But I’ve already come twice.” She seemed almost panicked by it as she jerked her hips in time with his thumb and his cock filling her.
“Three times minimum, Charlie. Pretty sure there’s a three-time minimum.”
Tension broke across her face and her entire body torqued as she came. He moved his thumb one last time, somehow knowing it would be too much for her. Gathering her close, he continued moving in and out of her. Riding her through her orgasm.
One-handed, he removed the belt and tugged her cuffed hands between them. “Not gonna lie. I like seeing my cuffs on you.”
She giggled. After she came, she giggled again and looped her wrists over his head. Pulling him down for a kiss, she sighed against his mouth. “Not gonna lie. I like seeing your cuffs on me.”
“You’ve been in them long enough, I’m afraid. I’m going to have to convince myself to move. Hope my legs will hold me. Damn.” He kissed her again, partially to shut himself up and partially just because he wanted to.
He moved her arms and laid them on her chest while pulling free from the tight clasp of her body.
“Mmm…” Her happy noises. What in the world had he just gotten himself into? Love at first sight didn’t happen. It just didn’t. But the beat of his heart seemed to think otherwise.
But she didn’t even live there.
And what about Addyson? He scrubbed a hand down his face and stood.
Talk about complicated.
The sight she made told him he was in for a doozy of a train wreck. Legs open, pussy still clenching and unclenching as her body tried to process everything that’d happened. Nothing hidden. So open.
He wished he could be the same.
He needed to get dressed and leave.
Staying wasn’t smart and he knew it. So why did it feel as if he’d just gotten punched in the gut when he thought about walking away?
* * * * *
The giggles wouldn’t stop.
They just wouldn’t.
Part of them was because she couldn’t believe what had just happened and the other part was because the amount of happy couldn’t be contained in her body. It had to go somewhere.
She’d almost cried right in the middle when she’d gotten emotional. It felt like more than just sex. It wasn’t. She knew that. But the sensations had nearly swamped her.
And Cole had known. Not what caused it, but he at least knew something was wrong. He’d helped her through it. He hadn’t disappeared. No. He’d fucked her through it.
That word. It had always seemed crude to her. Unfeeling. Remote.
But it wasn’t.
It was fun, and delicious.
Her body twitched with remembered heat as Cole’d licked her, touched her, took her.
The guys she’d been with in college were utter and complete amateurs compared to him. He touched her as if he knew exactly how she’d react to him. Sex had never been like that. She’d surely never reacted to sex like that before.
She jerked as he lifted her wrists, and she opened her eyes to watch him unlock her.
He winked at her. “You might have a couple red marks. They should fade before the morning though.”
“Marks?” It was a stupid question and she knew it, but her brain wasn’t really back online yet. She rolled over onto her side and stared at the red marks on her wrists. “Pretty.”
“Ugh.” Cole walked in the bathroom and Charlie heard the water in the sink turn on.
“What?”
“I need to leave. I need to get home and get some sleep before work tomorrow and before the carnival.”
“But?” she asked as the water turned off and he came out carrying a washrag.
“But I want to stay. Totally bizarre.” He looked completely perplexed as he climbed on the bed and pushed her legs open.
“I can do that, you know. I’m pretty adept at cleaning myself up.”
“I’m sure you are.” He gently wiped the lips of her sex and then leaned over and licked her. “But if you clean her up I can’t play with her. It’s all a delicate ruse to get to touch her just a little
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