The Russian Billionaire’s Secret(17)
When the kiss broke he pulled her into a full embrace and held her close to him. He stroked her hair with his free hand. She could feel his tense breaths and knew that he was trying to calm down his urges.
“It's okay, Cole,” she said looking up at him.
“This doesn't mean we have to take it all the way today. This just means we want one another. We can still wait.”
“Cole..” she said his name.
“We'll wait until you're ready.”
She smiled at him thinking about how sweet he was to be considerate of the fact she may not be willing to let him inside of her most personal spaces yet, but she wanted him. Her heart and body longed for the greatest and most complete connection a man and a woman could know.
“Cole, I want you. I want this.”
Cole didn't wait for further invitation. His mouth claimed hers in a hard passionate kiss and his tongue snaked between her plump lips. He gripped her hips and tentatively moved his hips against hers. Amy held tightly to his shoulders and returned the motion grinding against him. She trembled as he undid the ties to her top and tossed it behind them.
“You're trembling,” he said and kissed the top of her head.
“I'm nervous,” she admitted, “and excited and a million other things that I'm not sure there are words to describe, but I want you.”
She leaned in against him and resumed the kissing. Her nipples hardened against his chest as her body began to warm and react to his gentle caressing of her hips and thighs. His fingers were strong, but gentle in their touching. His fingers surrounded her warm sex and she moaned into this kiss. No other touch had ever felt so damn right. He massaged her body softly through the fabric of her bikini bottom and she ground against his hand taking every bit of pleasure she could get from his first touches of the most intimate spots of her body.
“Come on,” Cole said taking her hand and turning back to the shore.
Together, they walked quickly to the blanket the held their lunch. Cole quickly set the food aside and gently pulled Amy down onto the blanket with him. She lay on her back with him on his side. He kissed her neck nibbling at her flesh. His strong hand massaged her breasts and teased her now aching nipples. He moved over her and kissed her lips hard before starting a journey down her body. His lips pressed against every inch of her ebony skin that they encountered. Cole licked, nibbled, and kissed his way down her torso. Amy ran her fingers through his thick soft hair as the desire of her body slowly rose into a hungry fire.
Gently, he untied the strings of her bikini bottom and she spread her thighs willingly opening herself to his touch as he tossed it aside. His fingers trailed over her thighs slowly moving towards the place where her desire pulsated. Cole's gently fingers brushed against her warm wet folds before his mouth joined in giving her the most passionate and intimate kiss she had ever received.
Her fingers dug into the sand as he used his tongue to tease and torment her into a frenzy. Every inch of her body ached for him, to be one with him. His kissing stopped when she was only moments from the sweet edge of climax.
She whimpered in longing as he rose to his feet and stripped off the rest of his clothes revealing to her the entirety of his muscular body. His long thick manhood hung between his legs throbbing. She reached out for him.
Cole knelt between her open thighs and kissed her hard. Reaching between their bodies, she wrapped her fingers around him and guided him into her.
Cole began rocking his hips working into her inch by inch. She sighed in pleasure wrapping her arms around his shoulders to pull him closer to her. Amy longed to fill every inch of him against her skin as their bodies united.
She became lost to the pleasure that washed over her as Cole moved inside of her body. Their movements were like a finely tuned and perfected primal dance making them one entity for the short time they were connected.
“Cole!” she moaned as a long slow thrust finally sent her blissfully over the edge.
When the waves of pleasure finally subsided she lay with her head on Cole's chest as they both panted to catch their breath. His arms were wrapped protectively around her.
“I think we should keep trying tomorrow too,” she laughed.
“I don't think a lifetime of tomorrows would be enough, Amy,” he panted.
Conclusion
One year later...
Amy examined her reflection in the mirror. Several noticeable changes had occurred over the last year. For one, she couldn't stop smiling and she knew she was within the danger zone of developing permanent laugh lines. Her hair was done up in a shower of ringlets that flowed down over the back of her head and shoulders beneath the white veil that match her long flowing wedding gown perfectly.
Behind her, a rush of brides maid were getting dressed and breaking out in random fits of the giggles. The situation was familiar. This wasn't the first time she stood in the back of the church she grew up in wearing a white gown. Her friends and family had flown in from all parts of the country once before to watch her father walk her down the aisle and for to say 'I do' and commit to loving only one man for the rest of her life.
“You look so damn good, girl,” Debbie said walking up beside of her and drawing out the r in girl to an annoying extreme.
Today, Amy wasn't in the mood to be annoyed so she chose to ignore it. “You look so fine that I don't think your husband to be is going to be able to wait until you’re in your own plane before he gets you out of that dress.”