word for that.
His grin broadened. “That’s better.” Then he used those shoulders to push her legs wider, lowered his head to the slick furrow of her sex, and licked her straight up the center.
Jane collapsed back to the pillow on a strangled moan. And when he did it again and again and again, she planted her heels in the small of his back and slid her hands into his hair and held him there, riding his tongue as he licked and flicked and sucked, her heart crashing, her back arching, her lungs desperately sucking in air.
It didn’t take long for the first twinge to hit or for the twinge to become a ripple, causing Jane to buck and pant. Her buttocks contracted as the ripples spread farther and farther afield, then surged on a wave, flushing through her body as he slid a finger inside her, then another. Her pulse roared, and she cried out, a strangled, “Oh God!” as everything contracted and pleasure arced through her like electricity, lighting up every cell in her body and saturating her in ecstasy until it had soaked through every layer of her skin and she was drenched down to her bones.
Jane didn’t know how long it took her to come back from her orgasm. All she knew was she was flying high for so long, marinating in a vat of sensation not of this earth, and then slowly she became conscious of the rough pant of her breathing and the mattress at her shoulder blades and Cole’s lips working their way up her belly and over her breasts to the ridge of her trachea and the underside of her jaw to her mouth.
And then he was kissing her long and deep and slow, and she could taste herself, and she was kissing him back, twisting her arms around his neck, the hard thump of his chest centered over the hard thump of hers as she whimpered against his mouth.
“I need you in me,” she panted, her lips barely leaving his as her hands slid to the waistband of his underwear and pushed them down.
He groaned. “I need to be in you, too.”
He reached for the condoms, grabbing one, tearing it open with his teeth as he levered himself away a little, helping her push his underwear halfway down his thighs before quickly donning the protection and settling between her legs again, his cock notching at her entrance, thick and blunt and perfect.
“God.” Jane pressed against him urgently as she wrapped her legs around his waist. “That feels good.”
He gave a half laugh as he raised up onto the flats of his forearms, looking down at her. “It’s going to feel better,” he muttered and entered her in one smooth stroke.
Jane’s breath was torn straight from her throat as he seated himself high and hard, right to the hilt. She couldn’t cry out or moan or even pant, because that required a functioning set of lungs, and Cole Hauser buried deep inside her for the first time had temporarily rendered her body incapable of normal function.
“Fuuuuuck.” He dropped his head, pressing his face into the side of her throat as he gathered her close and held on for a few seconds.
There were some people in the world who thought F-words were the domain of the poorly educated. But Jane knew sometimes only an F-word would do, and Cole had summed this moment up perfectly.
She had never felt this at one with a person in her life. It was freaking…spiritual.
They lay panting into the silence for a beat or two, Jane deliciously aware of him inside her, stretching her so damn good, feeling the buzz and tingle that had settled in the aftermath of her orgasm flare to life again.
“I knew we’d be perfect together,” he muttered, his mouth sliding up her neck as he lifted onto his forearms and started to move.
Jane gasped as he withdrew and moaned, “God, yes…” clutching his ass, keeping him close.
But then his breath hissed out, and his glutes clenched hard as granite. “Cole?” What was happening? Was it his hip again?
“Hang on a moment,” he muttered, his voice low and guttural.
He shifted slightly, grunting a little as he gathered her close, tilting his body to the side a little, obviously redistributing his weight to his good leg, and suddenly, his whole body relaxed against hers. He dropped his forehead to her chest for a beat or two, taking slow, steady breaths.
“Is it okay now?” she asked.
He gave