Once Upon a Dare (Risky Business)(7)
Her body shook with anticipation. “Yes,” she begged, desperate to ease the ache he’d created, and willing to take whatever pleasure he was offering.
When his hands slid back up her calves, he forced her knees apart, leaving her fully exposed.
She sighed as he pulled her hips to his face and kissed her, nearly sending her into orgasm at the first touch. She had never been so ready for a man in her life. She needed Cole Bennett inside her right-freaking-now.
He started off slow, teasing her with the promise of ecstasy, until her body responded to their undeniable chemistry. When her hips rocked involuntarily and invited him deeper, he became ravenous. He devoured her. There was no other way to describe the heavenly sensation as he licked and probed, swirling around her clit and sucking her to the brink of madness.
He seemed to know her body in a way first-time lovers could never know one another, applying the perfect amount of pressure in all the right places. And the things he was doing with his tongue… Dear God, where had he learned that? Her body quivered as the tension built within her, threatening to explode in orgasm. She laced her fingers through his hair, bringing him to a halt.
He looked up at her from below heavily lidded eyes ripe with desire.
“Not without you,” she panted. “I want to feel you come inside me. I need you inside me.”
Cole was on his feet in an instant.
Olivia went straight for the belt as he tore through the buttons on his shirt. She had the buckle undone in record time and barely stopped to register his sculpted abs. Desperate to free his erection and feel every last inch of him within her, she fought her way past the zipper.
Before shedding the last of his clothing, he pulled a condom from his wallet. He ripped it open and rolled it over his length.
Holy crap! The man was huge. Olivia gave silent thanks for foreplay and lubricated condoms even though she was more than ready for him.
Anxious to resume her ascent to orgasm, she reached for him, but he pushed her up against the wall, her back flattened against the textured silk fabric that lined the room. He gently brushed his knuckles across her cheek, down her neck, and across her shoulders, eventually tangling them in the mass of hair that hung down her back.
“You are so f*cking beautiful.”
The emotion smoldering in his eyes was unnerving. How could a man she barely knew make her feel this way? Free, uninhibited, cherished.
Unsure of what to say and not wanting to ruin the moment, she wrapped her left leg around his waist. Tilting her hips, she opened herself to him, offering the only thing she had to give. She knew little more than his name, but it was enough. She felt more comfortable and alive with Cole than she’d felt with any of her past boyfriends.
“Sweetheart, I’m going to f*ck you like you’ve never been f*cked before.” He didn’t waste any time delivering on that promise. He pressed forward, driving deep into her with the first stroke. Blistering heat tore through her. She sucked in a sharp breath, her body adjusting to his size. No man had ever filled her so completely and the feeling was exquisite. His hand slipped from her hair and came to rest on the underside of her rear, supporting her weight. She wrapped her other leg around him, locking her ankles and taking his full length.
His hips slammed into hers over and over with deliciously perfect rhythm. Olivia fought to keep her orgasm at bay with every thrust deep within her. She didn’t want to come too soon, but it was impossible to fight the rising pressure as their bodies rocked in unison. As their flesh came together, she was surprised to discover a feeling she hadn’t expected to find in Cole’s smoky eyes: intimacy.
“Cole,” she said, trying to warn him but failing as her body exploded in sensation. Powerful waves of ecstasy rolled through her and brought her to the edge of bliss and back again. She gave into the pleasure, screaming his name and digging her nails into his shoulder.
“That’s right. I want to feel you come all around me.” He gave a feral growl and a final thrust before succumbing to his own orgasm. Cole’s body shuddered and his grip on Olivia tightened. He held her pinned against the wall, their sweaty bodies pressed seamlessly together a moment longer while he caught his breath.
He brushed a strand of damp hair from her forehead and smiled. “I knew you’d be a screamer.”
Refusing to be ashamed of her enthusiastic orgasm, Olivia laughed. She was a modern woman, after all. She could handle a night of great sex with no strings.
Then Cole did something completely unexpected—he placed a tender kiss on her forehead. For a moment she felt connected to him on a level much deeper than the physical bond they’d shared.
…
Cole slipped quietly from bed and pulled on his boxers. He was damn thirsty and didn’t want to disturb Olivia, who was still sound asleep and breathing softly from deep under the down comforter. In the bathroom, he flipped on the light and flinched as the harsh glow of the overhead bulb assaulted his eyes.
Shit!
Given the nightly rate for a penthouse suite, surely the hotel could afford better lighting. He gave himself a moment to adjust and grabbed one of the glasses from the sink. He filled it with tap water, having exhausted the supply of bottled water in the suite’s fridge. Olivia’s appetite for sex was matched only by her enthusiasm, and he was bordering on dehydration.
The woman was insatiable. They were three-for-three in the orgasm department and he was getting hard again just thinking about her lying naked in the next room. It was turning out to be a hell of a first night back in the city.