“Don’t do that,” he commanded.
“Do what?” I peeped, my voice as tiny as a mouse.
“Hide from me. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” His words wrapped me in a safe blanket, relieving me of all worry. “Now, let me kiss every beautiful part of you. Because, princess, I fucking want you.”
His warm erection rubbed against my cool skin. I didn’t say a word. I couldn’t if I tried. The amazement I felt toward him was unintelligible. The disbelief that this was actually happening tried forcing its way to the forefront of my mind. I refused to allow it passage. I’d relive this moment forever.
He kissed me, trailing from my lips to my breasts. After sucking a nipple in, I moaned, feeling every sensation as new. His mouth trailed each curve and finally my hips. When he bit down, I squirmed beneath his strong hold.
Coen’s groans made me wetter. I was dying waiting for him to plunge inside and take me. Nothing else matter except for him and the way he made me experience this in an entirely new light.
Gripping my legs, he spread them open, kissing up my thighs until he hit my clit. The urge to close my legs had me straining against him. His strong arms kept them open, and when he took his first flick, I screeched.
“You like that, don’t you, princess?” Coen’s gravelly voice had me breaking at the seams. I’d never felt an orgasm this swiftly or strongly. And boy, did I feel it. My entire body felt like it was on cloud one-million-ten, and I was floating high in the satiated-blissed sky.
My nod was the only confirmation he needed to continue, but when he stuck his fingers inside of me, pressing down on my g-spot, I thought I was seeing fireworks in my blurred vision.
“Coen!” My voice was unfamiliar to me, raspy and breathy.
“Say my name again,” he begged, his eyes searching mine.
“Coen fucking Kidd,” I croaked, exploding all over his mouth.
“That’s right, love. Come for me.” Coen brought me to the best climax I’ve ever had, and he was nowhere near finished with me.
I watched every muscle flex and bend as he came up to me. His lips descended on mine, tasting like a sugary and sweet nectar. I’d never shared this experience before.
My hands trailed his body, branding the feel of him underneath my fingertips, loving every new sensation brought forth. I found my hands in his hair a moment later, rubbing my fingers through the silky tendrils, touching each strand. Branding his skin to mine.
When he entered me, I couldn’t be prepared for the girth. The burn subsided almost immediately as he rocked his cock inside of me.
“You are so goddamn tight. Fuck!” he rasped. His eyes searching mine.
I’d never get over the sensations overwhelming me. I don’t ever want to. He rocked in and out repeatedly, his cock rubbing every sensitive area and wearing me down. His intense stare penetrated my soul, telling me everything I needed to know. There was no going back. This was our moment, the one we held out for. It was worth every second.
I finally felt like the princess he claimed me to be. He was gentle, sweet, and loving. I didn’t expect it, but I felt beautiful in every aspect of the word.
Coen jutted in and out faster, grunting and groaning with every thrust.
“You are mine, Rebel Payne,” he growled out while emptying inside of me.
All I could do was moan and come with him, surrendering every last ounce of energy I had left.
He collapsed on top of me, the brute force of his muscles making me gasp. I shifted so he held my side.
“I think I’m in love with you, princess,” he slipped out before dozing off.
Jesus fucking Christ. This is what I’ve been waiting for.
11
Dating a BMX Biker Rule #5: I rode my bike with as much skill as I did my women
Coen
“I think I’m in love with you, princess,” slipped from my lips. I knew it in my heart for years, but I had no plan on telling her so soon. Especially when we merely just reunited, and didn’t have a label on what relationship we had.
I snuggled her throughout the night, waking to her warm perfect body. For the first time in weeks, I slept soundlessly with no constant heat flashes, nightmares, or lucid dreaming. It felt fantastic, and I only wished it could last.
Would she freak out? My nerves were on edge, I’d never been the lovey sort of guy. Although I'd honestly believed I loved Felicity, with Rebel, it was completely different. There was something there that I didn’t carry with Felicity, and my heart never wanted to let it go.
Luckily, when my parents passed, I had Gran. She changed my life, raising me as the best man possible. I’d stick with everything she taught me. My brother and sister were a different story. They never talked to her, they moved to Cali and said goodbye to their life here.
I really should to visit her soon and bring Rebel by. They'd loved each other, and when our friendship fell apart, Rebel had avoided visiting her. They used to bake, scrapbook, and do every craft possible together. Gran probably missed her as much as I did. I’m a selfish prick. For all the years I took from them, I’d make it up to them both. They deserved happiness, especially together.
Rolling onto my side, I gently removed her from my body. She moaned a little, and I immediately hardened. What the fuck am I going to do with this? No woman had ever given me an instant hard-on with a tiny noise. Not even Felicity. Rebel was different. She had always been different.
She’d smack me if she caught me gawking at her supple and relaxed naked form, but I couldn’t help it. Rebel was fucking beautiful. With slow and cautious steps, I escaped the bed, left the room, and fled to my shower. The water mollified me just as usual.
My cock still jutted forward, and I gripped it desperately, needing to sooth the ache she brought me. I imagined being inside of her once again and how she screamed my name in pure rapture. My grunts were deprived and greedy. Rebel confused my body and mind.
“Coen,” she said breathily. Rebel stood there expectantly, her pert nipples waiting for me to graze them with my teeth, and fuck, I wanted to.
The shower curtain exposed me and how I clutched my solid cock, enthralled in the moment.
“Are you going to just stand there, princess? Or are you going to join me while I pleasure you to your knees?” I hardly recognized my hoarse voice, but that didn’t stop her from stepping into the shower with me.
Without restraint, I gently lifted her up the back wall of the shower and grinded my rock-hard cock into her.
“Coen, please put me down! You can’t hold me!”
Her near cries made me falter. How could she not see her exquisiteness and how easily I could lift her? Stereotypes ruined her views of sex. This was nothing on my strong quads.
“Princess.” I kissed her throat and left a trail along her tits. “There’s nothing stopping me from fucking you the way you deserve,” I growled while entering her quickly and deliberately.
Her moans echoed in the small room, and being gentle and loving was nearly unbearable.
“Baby,” I said, my breathing shallow, “don’t worry. I got you.”
Her body slacked a bit, and I pinned her against the tile while thrusting in her.
“I-I can’t hold back, princess.” My animalistic and strangled groan had her clenching around me. Fuck.