The Slot (Rochester Riot #1)(33)
He stroked one finger along her slit with expert care, feeling the heat, reveling in it. She tightened her legs and wiggled so he pushed up a little farther, entering her, feeling her inner walls tighten for him. Cole smiled, even though her eyelids had fluttered closed against his onslaught and sought her clit with his thumb as he moved within her.
He flicked it, intrinsically knowing her unique rhythm. He’d felt at one with this woman since their first encounter. Cole watched as her breath grew short and her spectacular breasts lifted toward him. Seeking. But for now – well, he couldn’t and wouldn’t wait to taste her. She was on the cliff, ready to fall and he wanted to taste that on his tongue.
Cole slithered down her flushed body and leaned in so he could touch his mouth to her. Eloise gasped and stiffened, her head falling to the side with clamped eyes. He waited until she opened her unique eyes, speared her with his own and brushed her tenderly with just the heat of his breath. Making her wait. Making her beg with the renewed thrashing of her body. Soon, she’d plead with her words. He opened his mouth and slid his tongue between her folds. She bucked underneath the pressure of his mouth.
He began to swirl his tongue over her engorged clit, delighting in her response. Shame on him for ever believing some asshats bullshit. They’d had blinding electricity between them since their first meeting. He should have known and he’d make it up to her. Now.
As he sucked the swollen bud deep in his mouth, he rubbed a thumb over her entrance, and then two fingers. The tips of them dipped inside her and she raised her hips in a frantic attempt to get closer. He chuckled at her frenzied motions, the humming causing her to moan on a heavy exhale. He slid his fingers all the way inside her tight heat and pumped them as he continued to lick and suck her.
“Cole, please …”
“Please, what?”
“I want to come with you inside me. Please.”
He couldn’t deny her fevered plea so he rose to his feet so he could dispense with his jeans and boxer briefs. El remained still on the bed, staring at him underneath her sooty eyelashes. Her eyes widened when he finally leaned over her.
“Inside me. Now.”
Cole positioned himself between her legs and drove home in one slick, delicious thrust. Stars appeared before his eyes. Holy mother of God. Her body was so tight around his cock, it felt vacuum sealed. Shit. He’d never felt anything like it. Slowly, Cole began to move. He’d had his eyes shut, but he wanted to look at Eloise. To witness the proof of pleasure on her face at their joining together in this unbelievable way. But instead of ecstasy, her eyes were filled with unshed tears. He stopped at once and waited until she met his gaze. Hers tortured and aching.
“What’s wrong? Am I hurting you?”
“Of course not,” she murmured, but the words popped out on a muffled sob. Cole Fiorino had made a woman cry when he was balls deep. This shit just didn’t happen to him. His heart pounded until she spoke again. “Please, don’t stop. It’s not what you think. I need this. I need you.”
Cole began to move again at her impassioned plea. The time for recriminations and explanations could come later. Whatever or whoever had burned a scar on her soul would be eradicated with the tenderness of his feelings for this woman. The one he was falling for with every breath in his body.
Reaching between them, Cole used his right thumb to stroke her clit until she closed her eyes again. A single, solitary tear ran in a rivulet down her face. He wanted so badly to swipe it away but he couldn’t do that and make her come at the same time. And an orgasm for her was far more important. It felt imperative.
The moment Cole felt her contract around him, his world exploded in a burst of color and sensation so overwhelming, he almost passed out. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through him, and all he could do was gasp for air as they threatened to swallow him whole. He cried out El’s name on a roar of release. After a couple of ragged breaths, he collapsed beside her.
“Wow,” he said, his breathing and heart rate returning to normal. “That was spectacular.” He raised his head, a dreamy smile on his face. But her face was still awash with tears. Cole sighed and raised his hand to gently wipe them all away. “What’s wrong?”
Eloise winced and shook her head. “Nothing.”
“Nothing is not a word in a woman’s vocabulary. The word is actually something. You’re sad, and that makes me sad. If you didn’t already know, my toes just curled.”
“I’m not sad. It was spectacular for me too.” She managed a smile through her sniffles, a slight but very pathetic upward tug of her lips that more resembled a grimace. “Wait here. I need to use the bathroom, and I want to continue this conversation. You’re holding back, and I know just how to wheedle information from an unsuspecting woman.”
Chapter Twelve
Eloise watched his delectable naked ass disappear into the bathroom. So many thoughts crowded her brain, so many questions. She’d gone and cried at the beauty of the sensations he’d evoked, and now Cole was demanding answers. Like a naked come to Jesus meeting. But where to start? A chill passed over her, and she grabbed a corner of the duvet to draw it around herself, but the soft blanket did nothing to ease her fears. Eloise felt like she was unraveling in a tenuous string of emotion.
Cole bounded back into bed. “Now, where were we, woman? Crying is not for the bedroom.”