Heaven Inside You (6 page)

She got up off the bed as he stood up to his full height. Her palms felt warm as she ran her hands over his chest, stomach, and thighs, the muscles flexing at her touch. He
was so aroused, the pain of waiting must have been dangerously close to unbearable. Her touch was soft but firm, unhurried, as she lightly raked her nails up and down the straining length of his arousal, teasing, maddening.

“Touch me. Harder.”

She took his cue and closed her fingers around his thickness, moving her hand up and down in a pumping motion. He closed his eyes, savored her touch, let out a groan.

“Yes, do it. Like that.”

“How about like this?”

He barely registered her words, only watched her as she sank to her knees and took him in her mouth, sucked him, licked him. No holds barred, she used her hands, mouth and tongue to lightly caress his balls, making the blood rush to his engorged cock. A few drops of moisture tasted salty on her tongue as she twirled it on and around the crest.
As if with a mind of their own, his hands traveled to the back of her head, holding her still as he guided his cock inside her mouth and slowly fucked her.

In.

And out.

“Jesus Christ, yes! Suck me.”

She felt a surge of satisfaction as he threw his head back, breathing hard, pulling her hair tighter as a wave of pleasure seemed to overwhelm him. She was getting wet again, wanting him, needing him.

“Stop! Now! Stop!”

He pulled out of her mouth suddenly, his breathing ragged and shallow.

“I want to come inside you.”

He pulled her to her feet, lifted her slightly by the buttocks until her feet were off the floor and stepped with her back to the bed. She circled her arms around his neck as they exchanged hungry kisses. The linens were fresh and welcoming, the feel of his weight on her heightening her own arousal to fever pitch. She opened her legs wider and welcomed him in the space between her thighs. His kiss turned raw, aggressive, tongue delving deep in her mouth, taking her, marking her. Their bodies rubbed, flesh against flesh, scents mingling, devouring each other like starved animals.

****

Cole was floored by his desire for this woman. He knew then with an unwavering certainty that he would never let her go. He wanted her, not just in his bed, but in his life, joined to him in all the ways that a man could be joined to a woman.

There was no logic in this, only feeling. And he was man enough to admit it to himself—and to her.

His cock, straining and ready, found her and entered her, deliberately, in short, measured strokes. His eyes never left her face.

He thrust to the hilt. Hard.

Olivia cried out, and he muffled the sound with a deep, penetrating kiss.

He found her hands, laced his fingers with hers and pulled them up high above her head as he rode her, fucked her.

The movement thrust her breasts upwards. He held both her hands captive with one strong arm and moved the other to her waiting nipples, pinching hard with his thumb and forefinger. Administering sweet pleasure-pain doused by the rasp of his tongue over her tortured peaks.

“Please…Cole”

“Say my name again.”

“Cole”

He sucked hard on one nipple in response, then subjected the other to the same torment.

Her moaning sobs escalated. Oh shit, she was coming!

“Look at my eyes. I want to see you come. But hold it off for now. You mustn’t come before I tell you to.”

She
met his gaze as he’d asked, her expression glazed.

“Please, now. Please, I can’t take it.”

“Just a few seconds more…Jesus, yes. Keep doing that. Open up to me. Fuck!”

He increase
d his pace, rode her feverishly.

“It’s heaven inside you. Heaven on Earth, baby…”

The heat inside him rose and pooled around his groin.

“Come! Now!”

His words set off an instant rush of sparks as they registered in his brain. And clearly in hers, too, as she bit into his shoulder, blindly raked her nails down his back, and threw herself in the vortex. It shook her, and he knew what she was going through—that high-pitched vibration of sounds, smells, colors clouding your vision. The most overpowering climax can to that to a person. Disconnect you from the real world, to the point that you feel yourself floating in a different dimension…

“Olivia, you feel…Christ!’

He threw his head back above her, his face feeling stretched as though he wore a torturous, twisted mask, and he joined her in that kaleidoscope of blissful energy and colors. The waves kept coming and coming, drawing him further into her, and her inner muscles clenched around his cock, milking him completely as he flooded her to the womb with his seed, wringing the most gut-wrenching orgasm he had ever experienced.

He kept thrusting into her as he groaned his pleasure. A jolt of surprise hit him as new spasms racked his body, on and on
until the wave finally subsided and he collapsed over her, catching himself on his forearms so as not to crush her, his face burrowed in her neck.

“Heaven,” he said in a whisper.

Slowly, he lifted his head to look into her emerald green eyes. Kissing her tenderly, he lifted himself off her, gently arranging their bodies on the pillows and underneath the bedclothes. She cuddled up to him, her head on his shoulder, arm across his chest as he cradled her in the warmth of his body.

Welcoming her warmth, h
e ran his mouth tenderly across her forehead. “Go to sleep, pet. We have an early day tomorrow.”

She barely heard him, already halfway towards a world where dreams reside and drifting consciousness fades farther into the distance.

Later, they ordered room service and fed each other strawberries and cream.

And they never quite made it to see the sights in Atlanta.

“What took you so long?” She frowned at Olivia as she exited the car. “And hello to you, Cole, darlin’. My, my, I swear, you get handsomer by the minute.”

Her expression changed to one of demure flirtatiousness.

“You’re too kind, Fiona,” he replied, with a hint of a smile that never quite reached his eyes. “Where’s Chad?”

“On the first floor, second door to the right, honey.”

“Thanks.”

He turned to Olivia, making sure he was blocking Fiona’s view. Bending his head, he lightly flicked his tongue in her ear and whispered, “See you later, pet. I miss you already.”

As he turned away to join his brother, Fiona linked her arm with Olivia’s trembling one and walked with her up the steps to the front door.

“What did he just tell you?”

“Uhm, nothing. Just that he looks forward to the wedding, that’s all.”

She hoped her sister wouldn’t notice the traitorous blush that crept up her face.

“Sometimes I wonder if I picked the wrong brother.”

“Don’t be mean, Fi. You’re getting married in two hours!”

“Oh, Chad is a great catch, mind you. But let’s just say that watching Cole’s body makes me want to rethink my decision.” After a pause, she muttered, “At least I get to honeymoon in the Seychelles.”

“I’m sure you’ll have a blast.” Sometimes she just didn’t understand her sister. Hard to fathom they came from the same womb.

“Yeah, well, let’s go get ready, shall we?”

* * * *

The temptress in the mirror couldn’t be her. That woman in ivory stockings, garters and corset was an image of decadent sensuality. With her enhanced hourglass shape, she could pass for one of those pin-up girls from the 1950s, she mused. Perhaps Cole had that effect on her. He had asked her not to wear any
panties under her bridesmaid’s dress, so she didn’t. She wanted to please him, as he did her.

The man made her feel most wicked and depraved. She felt alive for the first time in a long time. Life could change so quickly, things happened in the blink of an eye—and she did not want to waste any of it.
Especially
the great parts. She decided that no matter how long it lasted, she’d make the most of her connection with Cole. She already felt more for him than she had felt for any other man in her lifetime; it was doubtful she’d experience the same emotions with anybody else in the future.

All of a sudden, she heard a noise behind her, and Cole’s image appeared next to her in the mirror. His forearm snaked around her waist, pinning her butt to his groin, and his head dove to her shoulder, where he nuzzled her, nipped her gently with his teeth
, and cooled her skin with light flicks of his tongue. She shuddered.

“I just came to see if you needed any help getting into your bridesmaid’s dress.”

“I think I’ll manage, thank you.”

“But
managing
is no fun, my sweet. I think you need a distraction.”

His hands were now at her bottom, kneading, tracing the line between her cheeks.

“You’re beautiful, Olivia. Just the way a real woman should be. Lean forward from your waist and put your hands up high, flat on the mirror.”

Her clit was throbbing with need already as his hands explored between her thighs and eased them apart, gentle but unyielding.

In the morning, he had taken her like this while they were in the shower together, getting ready for the early sixty-mile drive to Villa Catalana. Then, however, he had possessed her wordlessly, with silent intensity, as if the wild passion between them made words unnecessary. He had urged her to lean forward on the tile while the water ran sinuously down her back, a stimulating current flowing through the area where their bodies joined. Their lovemaking had been fast, frenzied—they both acting like demons possessed. His hand had gone around her, found her clit, strummed it, once, twice with his fingers, and made her shatter instantly into a million pieces, countless brilliant stars shooting across her blinded vision. With a guttural moan, he followed soon after with his own climax. After that, they’d fallen, utterly boneless, on the floor of the shower, panting, holding tight onto each other, lost for words.

This time,
this moment, she got a different vibe from him. Equally delicious, but just as dangerous to her sanity.

H
e approached her with graceful strength and a touch of vulnerability, his hands visibly trembling as he touched her body with a tender reverence. Something was different in his demeanor—a strange light shone in his eyes as he stared at her through the mirror. God, but she already had a strong attraction to for this man.

In a few short seconds, his clothes were gone and he was back behind her, stroking her pussy with his fingers. He entered her fully with a single, slow thrust.
Biting her lip, she closed her eyes. The pads of her fingers left impressions on the surface of the mirror as his cock plunged in her body with controlled energy. She could tell he was holding back, as a slight sheen of perspiration formed on his bare chest and the protruding veins on his powerful arms gave away the degree of restraint he was fighting to maintain. The fact that they could see each other through the mirror heightened the level of sensuality and arousal.

“Touch yourself for me.”

At his demand, she left one hand on the mirror and shifted the other to her clit, teasing it in a rousing motion that matched the rhythmic thrusts of his cock. When his thumb probed the entrance to her anus with shallow thrusts, she could feel the first stirrings of a soul-searing climax.

“Let yourself go, baby. Come for me.
Give me heaven again.”

His thumb and his cock worked in unison with her fingers, picking up the pace as he felt her pleasure rising.

“Ah…faster…please…”

She rubbed her clit faster and faster as his cock drilled into her so frenetically that her knees turned weak and her legs wobbled. The crest was near, almost within reach, just one, two, three more thrusts…

And her universe fragmented, fell apart, then came together, condensed into one tiny moment in time—
that
moment. The strength of her orgasm gushed through her with the force of a torrential river.

“Yes baby, keep milking me. That’s it. Shit.”

He groaned out loud as he came hard, grinded his dick inside her, overtaken by violent spasms, taking all he could from her, leaving an indelible mark on both of their souls. Forever.

They dropped to a heap on the floor.

Spent.

Replete.

Content.

She turned around and clung to him as if he was her only anchor. Breathing him. Tasting him. Just like he had first told her, there was no looking back. She had come to a point where she couldn’t imagine a future without him.

“You’re not getting away from me, you know,” he said very seriously.

“I don’t want to.”

“When we return to New York, I want to keep seeing you. I want to know where this…thing…between us is going to lead us.”