Her lips were soft and warm and she opened them willingly for him, sighing as he slid his tongue in to move against hers. He pressed his hand against the small of her back with one hand while exploring the silkiness of her hair with the other. Her br**sts crushed against his chest and he felt the wild pounding of her heart—same as his.
She excited him. The soft, exploratory kiss turned wild and she wound her hands around his neck and into his hair, yanking on it, telling him she wanted more. Control was lost as he lifted her shirt over her head.
Pink bra tonight, her br**sts spilling over the tops.
“You make it hard for me to breathe.”
She smiled. “Judging from this,” she said, palming his erection, “I make a lot of things hard.”
He loved the ballsy way she approached sex. She might be reluctant at first, but once she was in, she was all in.
“Yeah, you definitely make me hard.” He reached between them and flicked open the button of her shorts, drew the zipper down and shoved her shorts to the floor. Just as he imagined, matching pink panties. He could stare at her hot underwear for hours, but right now he wanted her out of them.
He traced the outline of her br**sts, teasing the edges of the top of her bra, watching the way her br**sts rose and fell with her deep breaths. He lifted his gaze to hers and undid the front clasp of her bra, pulled it apart and cupped the globes, using his thumbs to tease her ni**les. Her lips parted and he leaned in to kiss her, her bare br**sts brushing his chest.
He pulled her bra off and pressed his hand against her butt to draw her closer to his throbbing erection. She was so soft, curvy, his hand gliding over each slope like an exploration into how their bodies were different. He liked how her waist dipped in and her hips were so full. And he loved her ass, loved grabbing it and holding on to it with both hands as he rubbed his dick against her.
He especially loved the sounds she made when he moved against her. He wanted to hear her cry out when she came.
He lifted her up on the counter and stepped between her legs so he could put his mouth on her ni**les. Being this close to her skin put him in direct contact with whatever peach body soap or lotion she used—whatever it was that gave her that scent. It intoxicated him like a drug, made him suck hard on her ni**les until she grabbed his head to pull him closer, moaning when he nibbled on the bud with his teeth.
He popped the nipple out of his mouth and worked on the other, grasping her breast in his hand to slide his tongue across.
“Cole.”
He liked when her voice went low like that, the way she tilted her head back, revealing the soft column of her throat. He kissed the hollow of her neck, sucked it, then grasped her ear with his teeth and tugged. She groaned and lifted her head to stare at him.
“You drive me crazy.”
He laid his palm against her sex. “Honey, I haven’t even started yet.”
She reached for his head, cupped his cheeks between her hands and laid one explosive kiss on him that made him rethink this slow seduction. Because right now he could think of nothing but unzipping his pants and shoving his c**k deep inside her, then pumping hard and fast until they both got what they needed. But he knew he wanted to tease her, to take her right to the edge, then watch her fly.
“Lean back, babe,” he said.
When she did, he bent over and rolled his thumb over her sweet sex. Her panties were moist, her scent filling the air, making his dick throb. He pressed his nose to her panties and blew a soft puff of warm air against them.
“Oh, Cole,” she whispered. “Please.”
“I do like it when you beg in that sweet Southern voice of yours, Peaches,” he teased. He pulled her panties off, slid his hands under her butt, then put his mouth on her soft, wet pu**y.
She shuddered against his lips, cried out when he shoved his tongue inside to lap up her juices. She was quivering all over, and when he slid a finger inside, she tightened around him.
His pretty little Southern peach was ready to explode. But he wasn’t yet ready to let go of this, so he swept his tongue around her clit, teasing her with gentle strokes of his finger.
“Please.” This time, a little less sugary-sweet.
He flicked his tongue over her plump lips, pulled one into his mouth and sucked it, got a little closer to her clit, but avoided it.
“Cole.”
Yeah, she wasn’t sweet at all now. She was desperate, lifting her butt against his face, trying to direct her clit to his mouth. He shoved two fingers inside her and clamped his lips over her clit, using his mouth and tongue to pleasure her, to turn her irritation to pure pleasure.
She dropped down on her elbows, let out a whimper, and shuddered.
“Oh, yes. Yes, that’s it. I’m going to come.”
He laid his tongue over her clit and she let go, shoving her pu**y against his face. He gripped her hips and held her while she cried out with her orgasm, licking her gently as she shuddered and trembled. When her muscles finally relaxed, he pressed a kiss to her hipbone and belly, then undid the zipper of his pants and pulled her off the counter. He drew her into his arms for a long kiss before turning her around and bending her over the counter.
“Stay like that. I’ll be right back.”
He went into the other room and grabbed a condom, put it on and was inside her in one thrust, holding on to her hips as he stilled for a minute, basking in the feel of her still spasming pu**y clenching around him.
Savannah gasped at the feel of Cole’s c**k entering her. Her pu**y quivered, then tightened, grasping his shaft and holding on as he began to move inside her.
These sensations undid her, her skin flushing with heat when he was inside her. It was more than just a “Hey, this feels great” kind of thing. It was an all-encompassing explosion of warmth to her entire body, and the sense of something monumental going on in her mind.
Which was likely all in her imagination, because as Cole pulled partway out and slid ever so slowly inside her again, she figured this was just really great sex and nothing more. She was just being overly emotional about how great said sex was, and likely because she hadn’t had really good sex in a very long time, and there was no doubt Cole was an expert lover. He was in tune with her body in a way she’d never experienced before, that was all.
But then he wrapped his arm around her middle to shield her body from the counter. He leaned over her back.
“Do you know how damn good it feels to be buried inside you like this?” he asked. “Do you know how tight you are, how wet your pu**y is?”