Page 56 of The Plus One Professional
His fingers reached the apex of my legs, and I stared down, watching as his thumbs traced the edges of the fabric covering my sex. I watched as his knuckles brushed along the seam of my wet bikini bottom. I braced myself for the impact of what I was going to feel when there was no barrier of cotton between my sex and his touch. He leaned down and pressed a kiss on the material. I sucked in a shaky breath of anticipation when he moved back and stood up, so his upper body was completely out of the water.
I stared at his chest, my pulse racing in anticipation of what was going to happen next. Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long to find out. He reached out and tugged both sides of my bikini top off, leaving my breasts bare. He stared down at my chest with reverent awe, as if he were seeing the eighth wonder of the world.
I’d always been self-conscious of the size of my areolas. Probably because the first person who saw them was Simon, and he’d said they were the size of a silver dollar, and it wasn’t a compliment. They weren’t, I’d checked, but it stuck with me.
A deep, male groan of appreciation ripped from Cole as he lowered his head and covered my right and then my left nipple with his lips, sucking my nipples into his mouth as his hands massaged my mounds of flesh. When I felt his teeth bite down on my distended peaks, a jolt of tingles exploded in my core. My hands moved to his head, my fingers fisting in his hair as he fed on my breasts like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet.
Pleasure coiled low in my belly, causing my hips to roll, seeking relief. I was already close to the edge when I felt his hand move between our bodies, and his fingers pull my bikini bottom to the side. The air hit my dampened flesh a second before Cole’s fingers began running up and down my folds. If I’d thought his roughened pads felt good on my thighs, that was nothing compared to the friction they caused on my sex.
Simon was only man I’d ever been this turned on with, but it was different. He didn’t have rough hands. He was an academic. He came from money, and aside from one summer working for Habitat, he’d never done manual labor in his life. I’d never really thought about his privilege in terms of sex appeal until now. But I realized I liked being touched by a man who worked with his hands. It awakened the wanton woman in me.
Being with Cole unlocked a side of myself I’d never been familiar with. It was the side that wanted to be with a man that I knew could protect me. It was the side of myself that wanted to be Jane to Cole’s Tarzan. He made me feel safe and dangerous at the same time.
As my release began to build, he switched his position, lowering himself back down into the water so his face was between my legs. The heat of his breath fanned my feminine flesh a fraction of a second before his mouth covered my core. His tongue was flat as he licked me from the base of my slit to the top. The moment his tongue brushed against my clit, pleasure exploded in my belly. My hips jerked up at the shock of ecstasy. I would have levitated if it hadn’t been for Cole’s left hand gripping my hip, keeping me in place. His right hand moved up my torso and cupped my breast. His finger and thumb pinched my nipple. I covered his hand with my own. Seeing the contrast of his sun-kissed tan against my pale complexion and feeling the friction of his work-roughened hands against my smooth skin, the contrast only heightened my excitement.
His tongue flicked my clit and within seconds, I was coming apart. I closed my eyes as flashes of light burst behind my lids. Pleasure lashed through me as my body shuddered in release.
Cole continued moving his tongue around my clit in suctioning swirls, drawing out my orgasm, wringing out every last drop of pleasure he could give my body until I finally went limp with exhaustion.
My eyes were still closed when I felt myself being lifted in the air. I automatically wrapped my arms and legs around his muscular frame. He picked me up as if I weighed nothing, which was also a new turn on for me.
“That was…so good,” I whispered against his neck as he stepped out of the spa with me in his arms.
“That was just the beginning.” His voice was gritty and rough, sending an aftershock of pleasure whipping through me.
I wasn’t sure if his statement was a promise or a threat. I hoped it was both.
22
COLE
My entire bodywas vibrating with urgency as I carried Bailey back inside our room. Her arms and legs were wrapped tightly around me. Our wet skin slid together with just enough friction to stoke the flames of my arousal. The tightened peaks of her nipples brushed against my bare chest, and the wet folds of her pussy rubbed against my abdomen.
After I reached the bed, I set her feet down on the floor and made quick work of untying the strings to her bikini top and bottom. The damp material dropped to the floor with a thud. As she stood in front of me, naked and panting, feelings I knew I had no business having caused my chest to ache. Feelings of partnership. Feelings of commitment. Feelings of forever.
“What?” She glanced down at herself. Her shoulders slumped slightly, and she moved her arm over her chest and lower body. “What’s wrong?”
No fucking way was I going to let her feel self-conscious or cover herself up. “I have fantasized about this, dreamt about this, since the first moment I saw you, and you are even sexier than I imagined.”
“You fantasized about me?”
“Yes. I just want to take you in.”
Her eyes dropped down below the waistline of my swim trunks, where my erection was tenting the shorts. She licked her lips, and my cock jumped behind its cotton barrier.
“I want to take you in, too,” she breathed.
I swallowed a moan as I hooked my thumbs into my trunks and pushed them down my legs. When I straightened back up, I could see her cheeks were flushed. Even though I couldn’t distinguish if the color was pink, I knew that she was blushing.
She reached out and took me in her hand. Her fingers tightened around my shaft, and my balls tingled with unspent release. When she started to move her hand up and down, I grabbed her wrist.
Her eyes shot to mine.
“It’s been two years,” I reminded her. “I don’t want this to be over before it starts.”
She grinned. “I thought you said this was just the beginning. We have all weekend.”
Hearing her infer that this might be happening again caused my dick to swell painfully. She must have felt me grow in her palm because her eyes and smile widened.
