dropping his head on my shoulder and slamming to a stop inside me.
“Are you coming?” I ask.
“Trying not to, but fuck, you feel incredible.” He resumes thrusting, fingering me with urgency while his thumb does devilish things to my clit. “You need to come.”
“I can’t.” Not yet.
“You will.” His hand untangles from mine and moves to my breast to tweak my nipple. “One more.”
I melt against him, clear my mind, and ride the pleasure of his thrusts, the play of his muscles against me, and the heat of his breath on my neck.
“Kiss me.” I angle my neck toward him.
His mouth latches onto mine, forcing my head back to deepen the kiss. Then I feel it. The tiny pulses of rapture skittering between my legs and blooming outward, flooding my nerve endings, strengthening, consuming, taking over all thought.
I tear my mouth away. “Ahhhh, God, Cole. I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming.”
A gust of air escapes his lungs, and he chokes, jerks his hips, and shouts, “Danni! Oh, goddamn. Unnnngh!”
His cock throbs and swells inside me, and I wish I could see his face, the pout of his lips, the complete and utter look of satisfaction that I know is morphing his expression. He’s insanely beautiful when he comes.
But I feel him—the tension slipping from his body, the lingering shock waves creeping over his skin, and the caress of his hand easing from between my legs to affectionately rub my body.
This is when his sweet side makes an appearance, when he’s loose and satiated and wrapped around me without the driving need to fuck. It’s a fleeting moment—the man has a ridiculously fast recovery rate—but I’ll take it. I’ll take him anyway I can get him.
He washes me, and I wash him. Then we towel off and collapse naked in bed. I lay sprawled on top of him, legs entwined, with my chin propped on my fist on his chest.
We stare at each other, content to do so without words or motion for long minutes. His hands rest on my lower back, and every once in a while, his fingers creep along my butt crack, as if seeking that opening he loves to play with.
When my eyelids start to grow heavy, his timbre breaks the silence.
“How’s your ass?”
“It misses your cock.”
“Insatiable.”
“Says the three-times-a-day guy.”
“You’re the only woman who can make me hornier after sex.”
“Am I supposed to take that as a compliment? I’m starting to think I’m not satisfying you.”
He yanks me up his chest and hardens his eyes. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
My bones turn to goo, and I lower my face to his Cole-scented neck. “I was going to dance on the pole for you tonight, but you wore me out.”
“You can do that tomorrow after I put a ring on your pussy.”
How do I feel about that? I chew the inside of my cheek, trace a finger in the hollow of his throat, and decide it sounds like fun. “I’ll do a labia piercing. I don’t want any needles in my bean.”
“Perfect. That piercing doesn’t require abstinence from sex.” He stretches beneath me, stroking a hand across my bottom. “They wouldn’t be able to pierce your clit anyway. Yours is too tiny.”
“It is?” I lift my head to see his eyes.
“Incredibly tiny.” He leans up and kisses my lips.
I had no idea. It’s not like I go around comparing clit sizes with my friends. And I don’t want to think about how he knows the female anatomy well enough to make such a claim, but the thought is already there, gnawing at my confidence. He knows his way around a pussy because he’s unbelievably attractive with a sex drive that rivals Genghis Khan, who is reputed to have sired hundreds of children.
“Did you know Genghis Khan had two- to three-thousand women in his harem?” I twist the silver band on my finger.
His brows pull in as he watches me fidget. “I haven’t been with that many women, Danni.”
He doesn’t sound so sure, and my nerves flare. He’s never worn a condom with me. Not even the first time. He swore he was clean, and I have an IUD. It’s pricked at me for a while, but not enough to bring it up. Until now, with his ring on my finger.
I slide off the band and rub the shiny surface. “Is there a chance little Coles are running around in the world? I mean, it wouldn’t change anything between us. I just want to be prepared and—”
“No.” He