I should really focus or the fifteen-minute wait is going to turn into thirty. I tear the foil packet at the designated spot and remove the film. It’s a small square, but according to the directions, it can be unfolded and then inserted, using clean, dry hands. I guess I should wash my hands first. After washing and drying, I find the square film again, which I set on top of the foil packet on the counter by the sink. It’s now slightly wet and when I attempt to find a corner to open it, the film sticks to my hands. I decide to start fresh, and wash my hands a second time since they’re now sticky from the first film. I get the second film unfolded, after straining my eyes to find the edge and picking it apart with my fingernails, but when I attempt to put it up inside me with my finger, the film sticks to my finger and I can’t get it to stay inside. My pile of failed attempts is growing, so I pull out my phone to Google it. I find an article that says to insert it quickly because it will stick to your finger, especially if you are well lubricated, it tends to slide right out. Finally, third time is a charm, and I successfully open the film and insert it quickly.
I set a timer for fifteen minutes, just as I hear a knock on the door.
“Brooke? Are you okay?” Cole’s voice is deep, but gentle.
“Yes! I’ll be out in a minute.” Fifteen to be exact but hopefully Cole doesn’t notice those extra fourteen minutes.
“Okay. I’m going to grab a water. Do you want one?”
“Sure. That would be great.”
While I wait, I use the mouthwash that I find under one of the sinks. It’s obviously the sink Cole uses. His electric toothbrush is plugged in next to it, along with his razor and shaving cream. The cabinet and drawers for the other sink are completely empty. If this were my bathroom, I could probably fill up both cabinets and all six of the drawers, no problem. There would be a single drawer designated to makeup and one just for face mask products.
I poke my head in the linen closet to find white and gray towels neatly rolled and sorted by size. Everything in its place. My phone timer goes off and I nearly jump. I put the unused films in my purse and head for the door.
I enter the bedroom to find Cole shirtless and under the covers, reading a book, and I think it might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. He smiles when he sees me and my stomach clenches.
“Come here.”
I set my purse on the chair nearby then move to straddle him on the bed. Cole leans in to give me a soft kiss on my lips. I anticipate the kiss to deepen, but instead he pulls back, his eyes searching mine.
“Everything okay?”
It’s a simple thing to ask someone who has been in the bathroom for over twenty minutes, but for some reason, the way he’s looking at me, like he actually cares, makes my heart squeeze.
“Oh, yeah. I just wanted to freshen up.” I smile, then lean in toward him until our lips meet again, the slide of my tongue against his bottom lip letting him know that we can pick up right where we left off.
Cole’s blue eyes are on mine as he undoes the robe ties, revealing me. I didn’t bother putting my underwear back on after I inserted the spermicide film, so I’m completely naked underneath. He slides the robe off my shoulders, I help by freeing my arms, then the soft gray material pools around my hips. A second later, I’m flat on my back with Cole hovering above me. He lowers, and our lips meet in a soft, sweet kiss. I let my hands wander up the length of his muscular arms, over his broad shoulders, and down his firm chest, feeling every inch.
Cole breaks our kiss to reach over to his nightstand and pull out a condom. Seconds later, he’s covered and right there. Exactly where I want him. This is what I want, what I’ve been daydreaming about for weeks. One more night with Cole. Yet, when he slowly thrusts into me in one perfectly-angled stroke, I realize there’s no place I’d rather be right now, and that scares the hell out of me.
25
Cole
When Brooke snuck out after our night together, I didn’t know if I would get this again. Now that I’m on top of her, her dark hair spilled over my pillow, her green eyes looking up at me, I want to savor the moment. I love how expressive her face is. Brooke’s eyes widen with anticipation of what’s to come as I hook my arm under her leg to spread her farther open. When I nudge at her entrance, her lips part on an exhale as I slowly press into her heat. She’s so wet, which helps me move, but it’s still a tight fit. I slide in deeper, watching her face as I stretch her. Her eyes narrow and she inhales sharply, a slow thrust of my hips and I’m all the way in. So deep inside her it feels amazing. Warm, wet perfection. A whimper escapes her throat, so I pause for a moment, letting her adjust to me.
“You feel amazing,” I tell her as I lower down onto my forearm, use my other hand to cup her ass, and pull her leg up to wrap around my hip. Then, I start to move slowly. Brooke lets me choose the pace for a minute, then her hips start to rock, urging me to move faster, along with her words. More, more, more.
Her eyes flutter closed, and I immediately miss seeing them. Brooke arches up into me, and I love the feel of her body flush against mine. Her softness pressed into my hardness. Her hands are everywhere, fingers groping my hair, palms squeezing my ass.
“You are so beautiful.”
I snake my hand between us to apply the pressure to her clit I know she desperately needs.
Brooke comes hard, a gasp on her lips right before her body starts to tremble and her muscles clamp down tight around my dick.
I don’t give her much time to recover, before I flip us so she’s on top.
“I want to come watching you ride me,” I tell her.
Brooke’s palms press into my chest to steady herself. My hands run over the curve of her waist and up to the underside of her breasts. My fingers grope and knead her before I slide the rough pad of my thumbs over her tight nipples. I pinch and tease then enjoy the vision of Brooke’s tits bouncing up and down as she rides me. Brooke’s pace has increased, from slow and steady to fast and deliberate.
“Touch yourself, Brooke.” I guide a hand from my chest to her clit where our fingers slide together over her swollen bud.
“Did you touch yourself thinking about me? Did you imagine it was my fingers sliding over your wet pussy?”
Brooke continues to stroke herself as my hands move to her hips to take over the pace. I slam up into her, my hands anchoring her hips down so I can push in deeper. I’m about to blow, but I want her to find her release again. The sight of Brooke bouncing on top of me while she touches herself is a goddamn dream. I can’t hold off much longer. My fingers are gripping her hips so tight I’m afraid I might bruise her. I bend my knees, angling her forward, closer toward my body to change the spot where my cock is stroking her inside. A moment later Brooke’s familiar breathy pant fills the air.
