I know I’m already wet, but I’m trying to play it cool, so I’m attempting to not sit directly on him, and it’s a hell of a thigh workout, let me tell you. But then it’s all for naught because Cole grabs my hips and presses me down onto his lap, where I can feel his growing length beneath me. I bite my lip, stifling a groan. The pressure on my clit feels amazing. Cole’s eyes are fixed to where he’s moving me over his length, his black boxer briefs the only thing between us. When I look down I can see where my slickness has left the material shiny and wet.
“I want to feel you on me,” he says before lifting me up so he can slide down his boxers. “Is this okay?” he asks before he settles me back on top of him.
I nod. It’s more than okay. Sitting on top of him with nothing between us is fucking awesome. Feeling his bare, warm skin underneath me makes me wild. Cole’s so rigid now, that every time I slide back his dick lifts up in response. I shift my hips forward again, this time sliding all the way to the crown before retreating. Cole sits forward, his dick now sandwiched between us. His hands move to the hem of my shirt to lift it up and over my head.
He sucks a nipple into his mouth. The sensation travels all the way down to my clit. My hands roam over his back, dig in his hair, then move down his arms, wanting to feel all of him. It feels like we’re teenagers dry humping, but without clothes, and I’m so wet I slide right over him. It’s wet humping, I’m sure that’s a thing. Or maybe that’s just called sex.
I’m so into it, I don’t even realize that when I slide back down, the tip of Cole’s dick nudges inside me. All I know is it feels amazing and I don’t want to stop.
“I should get a condom.” Cole’s mouth rains wet kisses along my jaw and down my neck.
“I know.”
I slide over him again, the width of his crown spreading me open.
“Fuck, Brooke. Do you know how good this feels?”
It feels so good, it takes two more strokes for my brain to catch up and for me to remember that this is how people get knocked up without medical intervention. I pull back.
“Shit. We need a condom.”
Cole’s eyes are filled with lust as he holds my hips in place, not entering me, but just sliding me along his length.
“Right.” He quickly lifts me up and away from his bare cock.
I lean back on my hands while Cole retrieves a condom from his bedside table. He makes quick work of ripping open the package and rolling it on. Then, he’s nudging at my entrance, and I slide down onto him, his hips meeting mine with one delicious thrust. It’s so good. I can only imagine how it would feel to have him bare inside me.
I’m lazily riding him now, letting him lift me up and down by the hips.
“You are so beautiful.” The adoration in Cole’s eyes makes my stomach flutter and my heart race.
Cole grips my hips, his fingers digging into my ass as he angles me to find that sensitive place inside.
My orgasm hits suddenly, and seconds later Cole’s release follows.
* * *
I’ve been really into my skincare routine lately. Tonight, I’m trying another face mask. It’s anti-aging and is supposed to tighten your face until you look old and wrinkly. Seems counter-intuitive, but I saw it on an Instagram ad and it got great reviews. Plus, I’ve got to stay on top of my appearance, lord knows it’s going to start going downhill once I’m pregnant. I’m glad we already had sex because Cole seeing what I might look like in forty years probably isn’t going to be a turn on.
It’s a clear gel type mask that comes with a small brush to paint it on with. I dip the brush in to the jar and start to apply it to my face.
Cole enters the bathroom. He’s shirtless, a pair of cotton pajama pants hanging low on his waist. I’m painting on my mask as I watch him splash his face with water then pat it dry with a hand towel. The difference in our facial routines is not lost on me. Annoying.
He turns to lean against the counter and watch me.
“I’ve got a work event on Saturday night.”
“Oh, okay. Maybe I’ll get dinner with Sam then. Or see if Ellie wants to catch that new romcom,” I muse out loud while I continue slathering it on until I’m well coated.
“No, it’s Rose Medical Center’s annual fundraising gala. You’ll be going with me.”
“Shoot. I already have plans.” I fake pout like I’m sad to miss but Cole just shakes his head.
“Nice try.”
The cool gel felt so good going on, but it’s drying now and starting to tighten my skin. It feels like someone is turning a crank behind my head, pulling everything tight, and making it hard to move my face. Making a facial expression is absolutely impossible, which may be a good thing since I feel like I would either have a look of horror or panic on my face. Hospital gala? Would any of the doctors that I’ve seen be there? Would they recognize me? Maybe I can fake an illness.
My face is so tight that I can’t fully move my mouth, making it difficult to form words. It says to not talk during the thirty-minute drying process, it didn’t say that you physically won’t be able to.
