He grabbed my ass and pushed his hips up toward mine so I could feel the outline of his cock, already stiff and ready for action but Cole had asked for my worst and he was going to get it.
I took off his shirt, outlining his abs with a single finger. “Hmm, I wonder what I should do to you…” I mused, letting my finger travel to his collarbone. “What would make you wild for me?”
“I’m already wild for you,” he answered.
“Hmm, but I think I can make you even wilder.” I took off my bra and allowed it to fall onto the bed. Leaning forward, they dangled right in front of his face. He was about to reach for them when I pulled away, rolling off the bed and onto my feet. “I want you to sit on this chair,” I said pointing to my reading chair. “And then I just want you to sit down and relax.
Cole did not need to be told twice. I could tell by the glimmer in his eye that he wanted to know what I had hidden up my sleeve. I didn’t keep him waiting for too long as I grabbed my phone and began playing some music.
“I like where this is going,” he said with a smirk.
“Stick with me and there’s much more where this came from.”
“Trust me. I would be a fool ever to leave.” His smirk deepened as I drew near, my hips already swaying from side to side with the beat of the music. Those belly dancing classes I had taken at the local rec center were about to come in handy.
At that moment, I felt like the sexiest woman on the planet. His eyes drank in my every move and when I was close enough, he was quick to grab ahold of me. I straddled his lap and continued my dancing, letting my breasts bounce in his face. My hands slid across his body but never low enough to give him what he wanted.
He eventually decided to take matters into his own hands. As I turned around planting my ass in his lap, I caught a glimpse of him struggling with the button of his pants. “What are you doing back there?” I asked even though I knew full well that he was jerking himself off at the sight of me. The thought of it was enough to get me going. This was my first lap dance, but you would hardly know it. My body was on autopilot, moving in ways I hardly thought possible but were working in turning Cole on.
“Here, let me help you with that.” I had gotten rid of my pants and was wearing nothing save for a lacey purple thong. He bit his button lip, and I could almost see his thoughts. He was dying to tear the thong off my body, but he was forcing himself to be patient – to see exactly where I would take things.
So, I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and made like I was going to give him the pleasure he so desperately wanted but I stopped before I could even begin.
“Now, this won’t do,” I said. “Your cock isn’t slippery enough for my hand to glide along its length. I wonder how I can fix that…” As I spoke, my hands ran down the length of my body until both hands slipped into the front of my thong. I threw my head back and moaned as one of my fingers found the entrance of my pussy, pushing inside. I was soaked – wet from Cole’s reactions. “Oh, you should feel this ocean I have between my legs.”
And he tried but I slapped him away only to continue playing with myself until my hand was covered in juices. I pulled it out and sucked on my fingers, watching his eyes go wide with wonder. “Damn…” was all that he said. “What has gotten into you?” he asked.
“I’m hoping you,” I whispered against his ear as my hand returned to the base of his cock, squeezing it once before proceeding with small slow turns of my hand. He throbbed against my hand, thrusting his hips upwards. Deciding I wanted to be a little nicer than he had been the night before, I quickened my pace, jerking him off properly.
He leaned back in his chair, grunting with the pleasure of it. His eyes rolled into the back of his skull. Then, right before he could blow his load, I stopped. I settled into his lap, kissing his neck.
“I’m yours,” was all that I said.
Cole took up the invitation, pushing inside with little resistance.
I gasped as he filled me with every inch, stretching me until I thought I would split right in two but oh, did it feel good. With his hands under my ass, he guided me through the motions, up and down, up, and down until we were both headed toward the edge. “Not yet,” I whispered. “Let’s make this last.” So, we slowed down and filled the time with kisses and soft caresses. Then there came a point where Cole took me off the chair and back onto the bed, his cock still inside me.
“Molly,” he said my name like it pleased him – like just looking at me was able to fill his whole heart with joy.
“Cole.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, wanting to feel his beating heart against mine. “You don’t know what it means to me to have you here – to be able to say that I love you.”
He smiled and kissed the tip of my nose before making love to me. He took things slow, building things up with time, letting our passion grow hotter than ever. The way he touched me, I knew that I meant the world to him – that he’d be by my side until we were both grey and old.
As the bed began to rock and I rolled through my second orgasm, Cole picked up the pace. His lips now explore my chest, his fingers my clit. Once again, he was playing my body like it was a perfectly tuned piano. He continued to play me – pressing all the right keys to make me sing. “Cum for me, love,” he whispered against my ear as he tightened his grip on my hips, cock twitching inside of me.
I moaned his name, my pussy quivering around his girth. He gasped, pulling out just enough to shoot his load all over my stomach. He collapsed beside me with a wheelbarrow smile plastered onto his face.
“You know, you’re a hard woman to please. It’s a lot of work getting you to scream.”
“But you do it so well,” I said. “And I’m pretty sure you’re well rewarded for all of your efforts.” I grabbed a tissue and cleaned myself off before rolling over to cuddle with my newfound lover. “And next time, don’t pull out.”
He looked out; eyebrow raised. “You mean?”
I nodded. “I want to start a family with you, Cole.”
He slung his arm around my shoulders, pulled me close, and kissed the top of my head. “Nothing would make me happier.
Epilogue (Cole)
One year later – Christmas Eve.
For us, life got a little hectic. In less than a year, we had moved into a new home. I had gotten myself a job as a detail for a former president. And we had a little one on the way. The nursery had been the first thing on our agenda when we bought the house. There were boxes stacked high in the living room but there we were, painting little lions onto the wall and scratching our heads trying to figure out how to properly assemble a crib.
But somehow, we got everything done in time for the holidays – everything except for the Christmas tree. Decorating it had slipped our minds until tonight, that is. We had been watching one of those cheesy Christmas movies when Molly excused herself. She was ready to pop any dad now and walking had become difficult for her. “Do you need some help?” I asked as she shuffled along with her hand pressed against the small of her back.
“I’m fine,” she insisted. “Just give me a minute.”
Thinking it would be a good time to refill the popcorn since it had taken less than five minutes for Molly to deplete our supply. By the time I returned to the couch, Molly still wasn’t out of the bathroom. I’ll give her a few more minutes before I check on her, I thought.