Cole by Tess Oliver Page A

windowsill as he gently spread my legs wider. He reached around and slid his fingers through the moist folds of my pussy, pushing my ass out farther to meet his mouth. “Do you like this, baby?” His mouth vibrated against my tender flesh as he spoke.
    “Yes,” I uttered on a long breath. My head felt filled with air as he pushed his tongue inside of me. His thumb stroked my clit as his tongue probed deeper. My entire body and mind were centered around my pussy as he coaxed me closer to orgasm.
    Cole was skilled and knew just where to touch. I jutted my bottom out farther, pleading silently for more. I squeezed my thighs shut around his hand as he continued to massage my clit. My arms shook as I braced myself against the window ledge. Sunshine poured through the window pane and wrapped my body in its comforting warmth. The pressure of Cole’s tongue made me clench tighter. Seconds later, my body quivered in pulsating waves, and my pussy clamped deliciously around the onslaught of his tongue and hand.
    “Cole,” I sighed breathlessly. I could barely keep myself upright as my body shook with the exquisite feel of it.
    He stood and wrapped his arms around me and lowered his mouth to my ear. “That was the first of many,” he promised. My mind was still in a haze as he spoke. I’d never been with any man who knew my body so intimately. He seemed to know exactly what I wanted. And I wanted him. Everything about the man had me trembling. As much as I’d tried to keep my head on my shoulders, it seemed Cole knew just what to do and say to make that impossible.
    “After tasting you and hearing you say my name, I’m about to lose my fucking mind.” Cole grabbed a condom from his nightstand, took my hand and led me to the small couch in the sitting area of his bedroom. He sat down and dragged his heated gaze over my body, finally stopping to study my face as I straddled his lap.
    My pulse had just slowed from the last orgasm, and I found it racing again, trying to keep pace with my heart and my breathing as I slid down over Cole’s erection.
    His eyes drifted shut and his head lolled back against the couch as he took hold of my hips to guide me over him. “God, baby, you fit me so perfectly,” he growled. “Like we were fucking made for each other.”
    I wrapped my arms around his head and his face pressed against me. He teased my nipples with his mouth just as he’d done with my pussy. I squeezed myself tighter around his cock, and he groaned in appreciation.
    “Yeah, sweetie, just like that, hold me like a fucking glove. You are something else, Kensington. Don’t ever want this to stop.”
    I rose and fell over him, his strong hands held my bottom bracing me against him as he impaled me over and over again. I ground my hips forward, causing my clit to rub against him, bringing me again to that exquisite ledge, the last moment of clarity before my body and mind dissolved into pure pleasure.
    I lifted my hands and braced them against his hard shoulders as my movements sped up. He met me with an upward thrust that pushed his cock so deep he seemed to be reaching pleasure spots I didn’t know existed. Each movement made me contract my pussy around him. I wanted to hold him there inside of me forever.
    His fingers pushed harder into my flesh as he strengthened his grip on me. His hazel eyes were dark green and unfocused as he gazed up at me. “You first, baby. I want to be deep inside of you when you come.”
    My legs shook from fatigue as I contracted my muscles and moved over him in a frenzied rhythm. He met my body each time, rocking deeper inside of me, reaching those secret spots of ecstasy.
    I gripped his shoulders and tried to keep myself from melting into a trembling puddle. The wild sensations of an orgasm started inside my pussy and I clenched around him as I whimpered at the intensity of it. I was as weak as a rag doll as he tightened his grip on my ass.
    “Fuck yeah, that’s it, baby.” His head