As soon as I pull into the driveway and park, I’m jumping out to go help her down. I lift her easily from the seat, and I can’t resist any longer. I let her body slide down mine, and as soon as her lips are within range, I kiss her. This kiss is nothing like the one last night or earlier tonight. This one is raw and leaves me wanting more. Her legs circle my hips and her arms go around my neck. Kicking the door closed, I walk her up the path to the front door. I struggle with unlocking the door and pushing it open, but I refuse to put her down.
I walk her to my bedroom, saving the grand tour for later. When I walk into room, she drops her legs, and I set her feet on the floor next to the bed. She reaches for the buttons of my shirt, but I wrap my hands around hers to stop her.
Her eyes, filled with heat, look up at me.
I hold her hand against my chest. “You should probably know that this”—I point to the side of my face—“is not the only place I have scarring.”
She reaches up and brushes her hand lightly across my cheek. Her gaze is intense, and she nods her head. “Okay, so should I tell you now that I’m not perfect either? I have stretch marks and…”
I scoff. “It’s not the same.”
She shrugs her shoulders and starts to undress. All I can do is stare at her and wait for her to peel off each piece of clothing. With every bare piece of skin I see, the blood rages even stronger through my veins. She’s watching me, almost like she’s wanting to know what I think.
“You’re beautiful, Hope. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
It’s her turn to scoff, but when she drops her panties to the floor and she’s standing before me without a stitch of clothing on, I want to drop to my knees and thank whoever or whatever brought her to me last night.
Her body is perfection. Her softly rounded belly, curvy hips, large breasts… she’s everything a man could want. And she’s mine. At least for tonight. The thought that one night is all this is burns through my chest. I rub my palm against my heart as if I’m trying to soothe the pain.
I’m speechless, staring at her, and I can’t help shifting my stance, cupping my cock in my pants with my hand and adjusting myself. She follows my movements, and her eyes spark with the knowledge of what she’s doing to me.
She puts her hand up on her hip. “We doing this or what?”
I smirk at her sassiness but nod at her, and she reaches for me. I still her hands again, but she shakes her head this time. “I want you, Cole. I want you more than anything. Please, let me do this.”
Taking a deep breath, I release my hold on her fingers, and she goes to work unbuttoning my shirt. I can’t look at her, knowing I won’t be able to stand seeing disgust in her face.
She tugs my shirt from my pants and pushes it off my shoulders. It drops to the floor, and immediately her hands are all over me. She’s caressing my scarred skin, and everywhere her fingers go, her mouth follows. I can’t think straight with her lips on me.
She kisses down my belly and works the button of my jeans with her fingers. She pulls my underwear down in one quick swoop and my cock, hard and heavy, juts straight out.
As I step out of my pants, she cups me, my erection pulsing in her hand. Almost instantly, her mouth is on me and she’s licking the tip of my engorged penis. My whole body trembles as she takes me in her mouth.
She strokes me once, twice and the third time, I’m pulling her off of me and pushing her onto the bed. As soon as she lands, she’s up on her elbows, licking her wet, puffy lips.
I lie down on top of her and kiss her lips, moving down her body, tweaking each of her taut nipples with my lips. Then down her curvy belly until I’m nestled between her thighs. I take a deep breath, inhaling her desire. Her soft, musky scent fills my nostrils, igniting a need deep inside me. I have to have her. I have to taste her. With her legs hanging over my shoulders, I dip my head and lick along her swollen, wet slit. She shivers in pleasure, and her hips start to shake. I put my arm across her hips, holding her to the bed, and then I tunnel my tongue deep inside her. She’s pushing against me, but I’m holding her steady. Her scent is all over me, and it nearly pushes me over the edge as precum spills onto the sheets. I circle my tongue around her swollen clit until she grabs the back of my head. Only then do I release my hold on her hips, and she gyrates her hips, fucking me in the face.
She’s thrashing across the bed, gripping the sheets and pulling at them, but I don’t stop. I can’t. Not until I feel her crest over the edge, and a climax surges through her. I keep licking her, taking everything she’s willing to give.
When she finally starts to come down, I can’t hold back any longer. I raise up on my knees and position myself between her legs. Gripping her hips, I raise her body, lining her up at my hard swollen cock.
I look up at her face, and she looks out of it, so far gone I’m questioning if I should continue or not. “Hope, you with me?”
She looks at me through hooded eyes. She smiles sleepily and then holds her arms out. I lean into her and her hand slips between us to grip my hard shaft. Pleasure shoots through me and a moan escapes me. She smirks. “You with me, Cole?”
She moves her hips, swiping my hard cock along her wet core. “Take me.”
Without another thought, I plunge deep inside her.
Hope
He fills me completely in one thrust, and my pussy squeezes him. He’s a huge man, but he fits me perfectly. His big body over top of me has me feeling protected and treasured. He’s controlled and gentle in his thrusts, as if he’s going to break me.
I plant my feet on the bed and raise my hips to meet him, and an out-of-control hunger rages inside me. My already sensitive pussy is now on the verge of climax again. “You won’t break me. I need you to fuck me, Cole,” I demand, and he pistons his hips as I match his rhythm. I can feel his dick throbbing inside me, and I clamp down on him. A guttural groan from deep within his chest fills the room. I’m writhing beneath him, and I thrust up against him until my toes curl, and I’m screaming my release. He clamps on to my hips, holding me still while he shoots rope after rope of hot cum deep inside me.
My whole body is tingling when he falls and pins me to the bed. His heaviness is comforting, and I wrap my legs around him to hold him to me. Our breathing is ragged, and exhaustion fills my body, but I’ve never been happier in all my life.
There’s a little voice in the back of my mind that says that he thinks of this as a one-night stand, but I push the thought away quickly. No matter how much time I have with him, I don’t want to ruin it with what ifs.
8
Cole
She passed out, and her soft snores fill the room. I cleaned us both up and then gave her one of my old T-shirts to wear. She could barely keep her eyes open for it. I lay next to her for hours, but the longing to have her again had me moving out of the bed to the chair across the room. But still, I can’t take my eyes off her.
I’ve had one-night stands, but I’m willing to bet my life on the fact that this is more than that. We may have just met, but already I can tell our connection is deep. When she wakes up, will she want to leave? How can I keep her?