notice the music has again changed to “Just Say Yes” by Snow Patrol, and I giggle at the irony of the lyrics.
“Yes, Cole. Yes. I want you, too,” I declare, as sensual waves of pleasure ripple through my body.
Cole’s hands move to the hem of my shirt, bunching the material and lifting it up over my head then discarding it to the side. He trails his fingers along the edge of my pink lace bra over the swell of my full breasts and my chest heaves in response.
“You are so goddamn beautiful, Grace,” he murmurs.
I reach for his shirt and he lifts his arms helping me remove it in one swift movement. I mimic his actions and run my fingers across his defined chest; a sexy groan rumbles from the back of his throat in reaction to my touch.
With a hard, bruising kiss to my lips, Cole takes my hand. “Come with me,” he commands and starts leading us upstairs. When we enter his bedroom, I come to a stop. The sight before me takes me aback.
There are large candles placed sporadically around the room on any available flat surface, casting a romantic glow. Yellow rose petals are scattered across the floor and lying in the middle of the huge king-sized bed is a single yellow rose.
My eyes tingle and I can feel tears prick the corners as my heart swells with emotion. No one has ever done anything like this for me before. No one has ever put this much thought and effort into a date with me.
“Cole,” I whisper and it comes out sounding like a prayer. He turns me and rubs his hands up and down my arms. “This is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me. It’s incredible, but you didn’t have to do this,” I confess.
He brushes his thumbs under my eyes to wipe away the few tears that have escaped. He then strokes my cheeks lightly. “Of course, I did. We only get one first time together, Gracie, and I want us to remember every single second of it forever.”
This man could ask me to do anything right now and I would willingly oblige. He has me under his spell.
We’re locked in a tangle of limbs as Cole backs me up toward the bed, while unclasping my bra and tossing it on the floor. As he lowers me down, his hands undo my jeans and he swiftly removes them and my panties in one fluid movement.
His gaze travels my body with an appreciative gleam. He licks his lips slowly; the heat in his eyes causes my core to clench as the ache intensifies. His cock is straining against the denim of his jeans, so I push up off the bed and reach for his button fly, deftly undoing every one. Running my fingers around the waist, I lower them slowly while peppering kisses across his taut stomach and down the lightly defined V I find so incredibly sexy on a man.
My eyes are drawn to his hard cock, which stands proudly demanding attention. With quick precision, I take hold of it in my right hand and stroke it from root to tip, swirling my thumb around the end. Cole lets out a hiss of pleasure and his head falls back as his hips jut toward me.
I lean forward and place a soft kiss on the tip, and then circle my tongue around the head. “Grace,” Cole gasps and his hands find my hair, fisting it. I slowly lick the length of his cock, while following with more, firm strokes. Cole’s breathing comes louder and faster with each slide of my tongue and tug of my hand.
Closing my mouth around him and taking him to the back of my throat, the moan that fills the air is mine. “Oh, shit!” Cole exclaims “Grace, stop, please baby. It’s been a while for me and I don’t want to come like this.”
I slide his cock out of my mouth with a pop and smile up at him. Knowing he hasn’t been with anyone for a time is music to my ears because I haven’t either, and it kind of feels more important that we are breaking our droughts together. “It’s been a while for me too, Cole,” I confess.
He leans over me and uses his strong, muscular arms to cage me in, forcing me to scoot backwards more onto the bed. With slow, deliberate
“Yes, Cole. Yes. I want you, too,” I declare, as sensual waves of pleasure ripple through my body.
Cole’s hands move to the hem of my shirt, bunching the material and lifting it up over my head then discarding it to the side. He trails his fingers along the edge of my pink lace bra over the swell of my full breasts and my chest heaves in response.
“You are so goddamn beautiful, Grace,” he murmurs.
I reach for his shirt and he lifts his arms helping me remove it in one swift movement. I mimic his actions and run my fingers across his defined chest; a sexy groan rumbles from the back of his throat in reaction to my touch.
With a hard, bruising kiss to my lips, Cole takes my hand. “Come with me,” he commands and starts leading us upstairs. When we enter his bedroom, I come to a stop. The sight before me takes me aback.
There are large candles placed sporadically around the room on any available flat surface, casting a romantic glow. Yellow rose petals are scattered across the floor and lying in the middle of the huge king-sized bed is a single yellow rose.
My eyes tingle and I can feel tears prick the corners as my heart swells with emotion. No one has ever done anything like this for me before. No one has ever put this much thought and effort into a date with me.
“Cole,” I whisper and it comes out sounding like a prayer. He turns me and rubs his hands up and down my arms. “This is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me. It’s incredible, but you didn’t have to do this,” I confess.
He brushes his thumbs under my eyes to wipe away the few tears that have escaped. He then strokes my cheeks lightly. “Of course, I did. We only get one first time together, Gracie, and I want us to remember every single second of it forever.”
This man could ask me to do anything right now and I would willingly oblige. He has me under his spell.
We’re locked in a tangle of limbs as Cole backs me up toward the bed, while unclasping my bra and tossing it on the floor. As he lowers me down, his hands undo my jeans and he swiftly removes them and my panties in one fluid movement.
His gaze travels my body with an appreciative gleam. He licks his lips slowly; the heat in his eyes causes my core to clench as the ache intensifies. His cock is straining against the denim of his jeans, so I push up off the bed and reach for his button fly, deftly undoing every one. Running my fingers around the waist, I lower them slowly while peppering kisses across his taut stomach and down the lightly defined V I find so incredibly sexy on a man.
My eyes are drawn to his hard cock, which stands proudly demanding attention. With quick precision, I take hold of it in my right hand and stroke it from root to tip, swirling my thumb around the end. Cole lets out a hiss of pleasure and his head falls back as his hips jut toward me.
I lean forward and place a soft kiss on the tip, and then circle my tongue around the head. “Grace,” Cole gasps and his hands find my hair, fisting it. I slowly lick the length of his cock, while following with more, firm strokes. Cole’s breathing comes louder and faster with each slide of my tongue and tug of my hand.
Closing my mouth around him and taking him to the back of my throat, the moan that fills the air is mine. “Oh, shit!” Cole exclaims “Grace, stop, please baby. It’s been a while for me and I don’t want to come like this.”
I slide his cock out of my mouth with a pop and smile up at him. Knowing he hasn’t been with anyone for a time is music to my ears because I haven’t either, and it kind of feels more important that we are breaking our droughts together. “It’s been a while for me too, Cole,” I confess.
He leans over me and uses his strong, muscular arms to cage me in, forcing me to scoot backwards more onto the bed. With slow, deliberate
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