He raised himself on his arms while lifting his hips, and I took hold of his hard cock, pressing it to my slick opening and began rubbing the wide crown back and forth over my clit. I nearly went mad from the sensation; it felt so good, so incredibly hot. I began gyrating my hips beneath him. His eyes never left my face as I continued masturbating using his cock.
My orgasm intensified and I lifted my hips to meet his, my shoulders sinking deeper into the mattress. With a growl he lowered his body and I felt him slide the wide crown into my cleft. I moaned, the exquisite agony, the neediness I felt, was instantly satisfied and replaced with a different need. I grabbed the sheets, clutching them between my fingers as he pushed deeper into me, filling me.
An electrical charge ran up the back of my legs, through my center splaying outward sending a tingling rush right up to my head. Craving the feel of his skin on mine I raised my chest up, pushing my breasts against his neat matting of hair.
“I love the way your tight cunt grabs my cock…riding it,” he panted.
“Ummm.” I suddenly got an idea. “About that ride...” I said, my voice seductively throaty.
With both palms flat on his chest, I pushed up and using my legs I rolled him over, straddling him, my thighs tight around his hips. I lowered my body onto his and slid back and forth, riding him, rocking my hips. He grabbed my sides and pumped me up and down his shaft, the muscles in his arms moving like perfectly timed machinery. I kept looking at his face and when he lowered his eyelids and slipped into that zone we both found whenever we fucked, I smiled.
He dug his fingers into my flesh guiding me up and down the length of him.
“Now you’re speaking my language.” He whispered.
The gravelly sound of his voice had me gasping. I was so turned on by the look on his face I literally stopped and shook. I quickly tried to get myself back into my rhythm, rocking faster and faster. The muscles in his arms strained as he lifted me. We both moved like feral animals, governed by our need to sate our lust. The connection we shared was more than just sex. I belonged to him—we belonged together.
I cupped his face holding it in place as I brought my mouth down over his, sloppily running my lips over his mouth, licking him. I sucked at his lower lip, grabbing it with my teeth, tugging gently. He tasted like mint and honey and I couldn’t help myself as I bit down with a little more enthusiasm than intended, tasting the sweetness in his blood. He moaned low, grunting with each pounce. Our bodies slapped together like a jungle drum, as the intensity built sending my senses soaring into oblivion.
I couldn’t get enough of him, the feel of him, the taste of him. I continuously ran my tongue over his mouth, darting in and out, sliding over his lips. Grabbing his arms feeling the muscles in his biceps strain as he dug his fingers deeper into the tender flesh of my ass. Sweat ran in mapped trickles down the side of his head onto the pillow below. Our bodies glistened as the combined moisture from our exertion glided us back, forth, up, down; like a well-oiled machine.
I moved slightly to the side and the pressure of his cock rubbed along my oversensitive clit immediately bringing me to the edge, and all at once, violently pushed me over as my orgasm came fast and hard. I smiled as my heart beat rapidly inside my chest with the effort.
Lowering my head I ran the tip of my tongue down to his neck, the salty taste and scent of his skin propelled me into sensory overload. It was maddening. I wanted to lick every inch of his body. I squeezed my legs tighter around his midsection and I rode him as wave over wave washed over me, rolling my hips over his, grinding into his pelvis. I raked my fingernails down the length of his sides, from his wide muscular shoulders down to his exceptionally fine tight ass pulling him deeper into me.
I lost what little control I had and screamed out, spurting his name between thrusts, along with a whole mélange of obscenities—some fuck me’s, coupled with a sprinkling of ‘Oh My Gods’.
“Oh. Dear. Lord…” my voice a hoarse whisper.
“Grace…baby…God…ahhhhh.” His eyes squeezed shut and his mouth hardened into a tight line. “Mine…”
I nodded fervently, “Yes, baby, yes…yours…only yours.”
Cole lifted his hips up and drove his cock deeper into me. The look on his face was pure agonized pleasure. His depth of concentration and naked need coupled with the pulsating of his body drove me crazy. My whole body shook as the sweet ache throbbed in my limbs, leaving me legless with no strength.
His arms shook with the exertion as his muscles moved sleekly beneath his glistening skin. I lifted my head and watched, totally turned on by the look on his face as he came. He drove into me forcibly, jerking as he spurted his hot cum inside me, each pulse filling me. I swear I could come again just looking at him.
He opened his eyes revealing crystal clear green orbs framed in enviably thick black lashes. The heat of his gaze pulled at something deep down inside and I felt my chest constrict, I was speechless. The smile of satisfaction that languidly spread across his face was mind-blowing. He was so beautiful my heart actually ached. I wrapped my legs around him holding him tight to me and collapsed forward, my lungs heaving, seeking air.
“That was insane hot, Ace.” I panted.
“You make me crazy. Your fucking body makes me crazy. Your mouth makes me crazy,” he whispered hoarsely. Then grazed his tongue across my lips, “I love your tits… your gorgeous cunt.”
His hands softly glided over each mentioned area of my body, sending shivers throughout the length of me, and our eyes met.
“I love how this body fits mine perfectly. I love how you think just like me…” Slowly emphasizing each praise with a gentle lift of his hips, sliding in and out of me, his cock still hard, “I. Love. Every. Single. Thing. About. You.” His words clipped through his panting.
I limply slid off his body and lay next to him. He turned to face me, and kissed the trails left by my tears.
I trembled, the thought of him worshiping my body like I worshiped his sent my senses reeling. His declarations triggered a sudden wash of emotion that wrapped around my heart squeezing it. So stunned by the intensity of the amazing sex we just had, I felt like I just evaporated.
To this very second, it will never cease to amaze me that he actually loved me. That he was actually turned on by me. I felt like the most adored woman on the planet.
“Just tell me what I did to bring that on…and I’ll keep doing it,” I said between breaths playfully. Pulling him closer, I kissed him lightly, beginning at the shell of his ear down to his neck, tasting the saltiness of my tears as they blended with his sweat. Then suddenly, I felt his body shudder, the ripple of his muscles leaving me breathless.
“You do that again, and I can’t be held responsible for what I do to you,” I stiffened as the sultry sound of his voice permeated my skin, coating me. I looked up and laughed at his words. “That sound…makes me hard.” I panted as I watched him grab himself. “Makes me want to fuck you again,” he whispered nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck. A pulsing tremor traveled the length of my body as he licked up to my chin. “You make me hot.”
“You make me hot.” I ran my fingers down his jawbone tracing the outline of his face, my fingers running lightly over his chin, feeling his stubble. “That was so intense, it’s almost like a drug.” I took a much-needed breath. “When we fuck like that it leaves me…weak, trembling. Look at me?” I held up my arm, offering him the proof that I was literally shaking.
He raised himself onto one elbow and faced me, his gaze penetrating the very core of me, and threw his leg over mine, imprisoning me.
“I like you trembling.”
He deliberately ran his fingers up my side, circling my nipples, then leisurely down my stomach, tracing my bellybutton. I quivered as his fingertips grazed my skin, sending shocks coursing out over the surface.
“Good thing we have time before we have to go, I’m sure I look horrible.” I pushed his leg off me as I sat up. I rubbed my chin and could feel the i
rritation on my face from his five o’clock shadow.
“You look perfect to me.” He winked, “I think ‘just fucked’ looks good on you.” He shook his head. “I also think I look good on you.”
He rolled over and picked his laptop off of the floor, pushing a button. Then closed it as he reclined back, folding his arms behind his head. He lay there against the plush headboard naked, looking absolutely beautiful, pure male confidence oozing out of every pore.
I got up and tugged my nightshirt back on then tossed my panties into the hamper.
“What time are we meeting these people?” I asked.
“Eight. Why do you ask like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like it’s the last thing you want to do.”
“Because it is the last thing I want to do.” I immediately regretted saying that.
“Grace. You don’t have to come.” He climbed out of bed and followed me into the bathroom, where I stopped in front of the vanity. I looked into the mirror at our reflection seeing his eyes lock with mine. Raising his arms, he rested his hands on my shoulders.
“Ace…” I groaned, leaning my head back against his chest. “You know I’m not good at business dinners. I’m uncomfortable.”
Lowering his arms he encircling my waist and pulled my body up against his. With his nose poking through my hair, I felt the tip rub against my neck and heard him inhale deeply. Another tingling sensation traveled up my spine.
“That tickles…stop,” I moaned playfully.
“Nope. I’m going to keep doing this until you give in and say you’ll come to dinner with me.” He nuzzled me again.
“I can’t believe you. You are going to stand there and torture me until I give in,” I giggled when he licked my ear. “Stop. You are actually making me very horny again.”
I felt his erection against my lower back as he trailed his hands up along my sides, his fingers skimming over my body, my skin rippling into goose bumps as the tips of his fingers danced across the surface of my skin. He cupped my breasts and began to gently knead the over sensitive area through the fabric of my nightshirt. His eyes locked once again with mine in the mirror and the desire reflected there caused a pulling in my core that rapidly spread throughout my entire body. His fingers first stroked, than tugged at my hardened nipples.
His eyes were half closed and his face took on the expression I loved so much—awestruck—the same way I felt whenever I looked at him. Heat spread quickly through my groin and I could feel my breathing became labored, again.
“Ace, you’re killing me,” I turned around inside the circle of his arms to face him and looked down. “You can not be hard again, really?” I asked incredulously.
He looked up, his eyes hooded with passion. His mouth curved up in a seductive smile as he slowly nodded.
“Okay, okay,” I acquiesced, “you win…but can we leave early?”
He can get me to do anything, say anything, using only his lips and hands.
Cole covered my mouth with his as he grabbed me by my ass, lifting me up onto the counter, spreading my legs. Then, he effortlessly slid into my still slick sex.
I leaned back against the mirror, feeling its refreshing coolness, and looked down watching his hardened cock slide in and out of me. That got me hot, seeing him rock his hips back and forth slowly, a lazy smile playing on his lips.
Without speaking a word, he raised his hand and brushed my tears away, kissing my cheeks where they had been.
“I can’t believe how lucky I am.” He whispered against my neck. “Look at you…you’re so beautiful. I love feeling you from the inside. You own me…baby.” He breathed as he flexed his hips, in and out, over and over.
When will this magic carpet ride stop? Where will we get off? I had a nagging worry this relationship had become too intense. It consumed me, consumed every waking moment. It was like this was the first time I was in love. No one had ever made me feel like this, so desperate, like I couldn’t exist without him, breathe without him. I both loved and hated the way it made me feel.
I wrapped both my legs around his middle, feeling the tight muscles of his ass rub against my calves. I put my arms around his neck and held onto his shoulders. The crisp hair on his chest rubbed against my swollen breasts and my sensitive nipples tingled.
It started small, but built in strength quickly. And after a small whimper, I bit down on his shoulder, yelling his name into his sweat-coated skin as another orgasm shook me to the core.
Cole grabbed my hips, thrusting deep inside me, like he couldn’t get deep enough. Once, twice and he came. His cock pulsing inside me, sending shivers throughout my body. He continued rocking his hips in and out of me, extending his pleasure and mine, when another orgasm reverberated throughout my weakened body. He moaned his satisfaction and I lost my soul.
I was exhausted, my energy depleted and I knew if my arms weren’t wrapped around his neck, I would surely have fallen into a heap on the floor. He did that to me.
Chapter 3
Dinner wasn’t anywhere near as bad as I had imagined it would be. Mr. and Mrs. Cornwell were lovely people and quite entertaining, and I found I was enjoying myself immensely. I turned several times during the course of the evening to look at Cole, totally mesmerized by his handsome face. His intelligent green eyes burned with the confidence of a man who was in total control of his world. This man, this beautiful man, whose life was torn, crushed and burned to the ground, had risen from the ashes like a phoenix spreading his wings.
I was blown away by the immense pride I felt for him. He faced the world on his own and grew stronger. I totally admired how he was tireless in his need to champion any child unable to stand on it’s own. The charities he founded provided for children without homes, family, and most heartbreakingly, without hope. His goal was to make their lives better anyway he could.
He knew first hand the pain of having everything you loved taken from you, and he would do anything to spare another child that agony. His foundations did wonderful things; built housing for families with no place to live. Fed and clothed those without means. However, Cole never wanted any of the recognition that came with the hard work. All of his charitable work was done through his various enterprises and administered anonymously.
He smiled at something Mr. Cornwell said and watching the corners of his mouth turn up nearly caused me to fall off my chair. It was the most genuine, heartfelt smile I’d ever seen, instantly causing my heart to ache. You knew whenever Cole looked at you, and smiled, there was no ego, no narcissism. I was in awe of his masculine perfection, and equally amazed he was undaunted by it. His was the most sincere, uncorrupted heart I’ve ever known. As I sat there staring at him like some lovesick teen, I beamed inwardly at my unbelievable great fortune.
Art Cornwell was a big tall man with sharp brown eyes and gregarious smile. His wife Millie, a slender elegant woman, medium height, with striking silver hair and piercing blue eyes, was kind, gentle, and had an easy smile. In spite of the color of her hair she looked remarkably young; her skin was flawless.
They both divulged stories about raising their two boys, Richard and Mark. Art bragged of their sporting achievements; Millie told stories of the precocious hijinks they were notorious for back home. The two of them both complemented each other beautifully, finishing each other’s sentences, laughing at one another’s stories…I found myself somewhat envious, wondering if I’d ever be lucky enough to have a marriage like theirs someday.
It was clear they were very much in love, even after all their years of marriage. I smiled inwardly catching them gazing at one another several times throughout dinner. Their humor was contagious and the stories they told had both Cole and me laughing raucously.
Mr. Cornwell, a wealthy financier, who also ran, Tomorrow’s Hope, one of Cole’s charitable organizations, was partnering with Cole on the next two property acquisitions in the City; an office building, and a vacated building they planned to convert from a warehouse into
loft styled condominiums near Houston Street.
Since moving his company from Denver, Cole had been working tirelessly acquiring properties, increasing his holdings as well as his personal wealth. Growing up the way he did left a hole in him, a void. I think in some way, he believed that money would solidify his presence, help him to carve out a place for himself; something no one could ever take from him. I was totally astounded by how incredibly driven he was.
Money was not something I gave a lot of thought to. I had more than I needed and if given the choice, I would much rather have Cole home with me. But seeing he got where he was by being who he was, told me all I need to know…he was master and commander of his domain and I had no intention of rocking the boat. Besides, what’s sexier than a man who knows what he wants…and gets it?
After dinner we walked outside into the cool spring night air while we waited for our cars to pull up. We made tentative plans to get together again, and said our goodbyes. On the drive back to the apartment, Cole pulled me onto his lap and wrapped his arms around me, burying his nose in my hair again. I quickly made a mental note to write down the name of this shampoo.
His breathing against my neck elicited a shiver. Gliding his hand up the inside of my dress he pushed my legs apart, softly caressing my inner thighs. My eyes widened and I immediately turned my head and looked at the rear view mirror. A deep rumble began low in his chest and I turned to look at him. A roguish smile played on his lips as he chuckled. The sound was warm, and sexy as hell.
“Don’t worry. He can’t see,” he whispered against my ear, his lips sending an electrical charge throughout my entire body setting me on fire. “There is no way in hell I’m sharing you with anyone else. I activated the privacy shield.”
His fingers pushed aside the crotch of my silk panties and his thumb began moving in small circles.
“This is mine,” he whispered as he massaged my clit.
I lowered my head to press a kiss to his throat, and felt his pulse quicken beneath my lips. I loved the taste of him, the earthy smell that was his own. Feeling the throbbing against my lips as his gliding finger circled my clit was so deliciously erotic, so hot I could feel the heat rise from my neck to my face. I began pumping my hips, thrusting my body upwards towards his fingers. He gradually pushed them inside, gently stirring.
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