Page 99 of The Plus One Professional
Our eyes met as I rested on my forearms, framing her face. I leaned down and kissed her forehead before I rested mine against hers. My arm moved between our bodies, and I lined myself up to her opening. Once I was in place, I grasped her outer thigh and pulled it up so it was flush against my side.
The position tilted her hips up, and I slid my hand to her backside. I began to knead her flesh as I pushed past the barrier of her feminine lips and breathed out, “I’ve missed this.”
She gasped as her hands wrapped around my neck and her legs wrapped around my waist. I stilled when I was only an inch inside of her. Her body contracted around my crown, her muscles trying to pull me deeper. As much as I wanted to drive into her, I needed this to last. So, I pulled out and pushed in with the same shallow pump. I wanted to go slow. I’d wanted to draw this out. I wanted to make this night, this time together, last forever.
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My inner wallspulsated with pleasure as Cole gently pumped in and out of me. His movements were so slight that they were nearly imperceptible. Except, somehow, that made them even more perceptible.
The barely-there shallow plunge of his mushroom tip was hitting a spot that had my entire world narrowing to a tiny pinpoint of ecstasy. His engorged dome was intimately massaging a place I’d long thought was a myth, my G-spot. The pressure and friction were not enough to take me up and over the edge; it was just enough to drive me crazy.
I started to move beneath him, writhing in an attempt to speed up the pace and force him to give me more, but his hand clamped down on my hip. His fingers gripped me tightly, restricting my movement.
“Fuck.” I let out a frustrated whimper as his mouth covered my neck in open-mouth kisses, and he continued his measured mini-strokes in and out of me. He was moving an inch, if that. It was the ultimate game of just the tip.
My body wanted more. It needed more. Urgency flooded through me, combined with discontent at him not giving my body what it was crying out for. The way he commanded my body was both aggravating and arousing. I briefly considered trying to move my hand between our bodies to touch myself, but when I tried, he shifted his upper body, blocking my path. It was clear that he was in control.
I’d been with other men who thought they had that sort of dominance and authority over me, but they didn’t. No one had everownedmy body like Cole. It was frustrating and exhilarating. Instead of trying to fight against him, I decided to try another tactic. Begging.
“Just fuck me, please fuck me.” My nails raked down his back as I begged in desperation, hoping my bold pleas would persuade him to break the seal on whatever was holding him back.
He lifted his head and stared down at me, still keeping his slow, steady pace of cursory thrusts. His hand cupped my neck, tilting my head so that my eyes met his.
“You want me to fuck you?” he gritted out as his thumb traced along my lower lip.
“Yes.” I nipped at the pad on his thumb, and my teeth sank into him with enough force to show I meant business. Then I sucked his thumb into my mouth. My tongue licked up the length of his digit as I said, “Please, fuck me.”
A groan vibrated through him. His jaw ticked as passion flared in his eyes.
I blinked, and the next thing I knew, he’d scooted us both down. My ass was at the edge of the bed, and Cole’s feet were on the floor. He was still inside of me as his fingers wrapped around my calves, and he lifted my legs up in the air. He kissed first my right, then my left ankle before settling them on his shoulders, on either side of his neck.
He leaned forward, bending me in half as he sank into me deeper than I even knew was possible, filling me to the brim. I fisted the comforter in my hands as my eyes shut, and I tensed at the intrusion.
“Look at me,” he whispered as he hovered above me.
My eyes opened, and I gasped at the intensity of his stare. It felt like he was looking directly into my soul.
“Tell me again what you want me to do to you.” His gruff voice rippled through me.
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
His nostrils flared like a bull getting ready to charge, before he pulled out and drove into me with a force that stole the breath from my lungs. My inner walls clamped down around him.
I hadn’t recovered from his intrusion before he repeated the motion. His thick cock slid out of me before slamming into me again. The next time was even faster than the first. I had no chance to catch my breath as he repeatedly drove into me. Each time he embedded himself fully inside of me, he swelled, stretching me to my limits.
My senses were on overload.
Staring into his passion-filled gaze and seeing the burning desire that mirrored my own. Hearing the mingled sounds of our heavy breaths and the slapping of his hips against my ass as he thrust into me. Tasting the flavor of his cock combined with the wine I’d drank earlier in the night. Smelling the musky sandalwood scent that was uniquely him. Feeling the weight of his body bearing down on me and the pressure of my body being folded like a cheap suit, the friction and fullness of his cock plunging so deep inside of me. I didn’t know where his body ended and mine began.
All of these sensations combined caused my release to slam into me like a crash test dummy against a brick wall. There wasn’t any warning. One second, I was anchored to Cole; my body was absorbing his presence, and the next, I was skyrocketing up into another stratosphere of tingling pleasure.
Uncontrollable, shuddering contractions claimed me. I was powerless to the wild eruption of pleasures bursting in my core. All I could do was surrender to the tornado-force sensations whipping through me.
As I floated back to earth, I realized that sometime during my release, he must have also climaxed because his body was relaxed. He was settled between my legs, which were now wrapped around his waist, and my arms around his neck. I loved feeling the weight of his body on me while he was still buried deep inside of me.
I felt Cole’s lips on my forehead, then my cheeks, eyelids, nose, and chin. He was placing feather-soft kisses all over my face. It was strange how someone could be so aggressive in bed, turn a switch, and become the tenderest of lovers.
