Somewhere in there she realized he was growing even harder inside of her, that he was thrusting harder.
At the very last second, he pulled out of her, his se**n spurting against her belly as he ground himself against her. But Anna hadn't forgotten what she'd wanted earlier--what he'd taken away from her when he'd had her ride him instead.
A moment later, she had him in her mouth. And this time, instead of pushing away, he helped her take his still rock-hard shaft deeper into her throat.
It was the first time she'd ever tasted herself on a man's flesh. Her musk was all mixed up with Cole's essence, but instead of being disgusted by what she was doing, she was filled with a surprising satisfaction instead.
"Anna."
Her name was a plea on his lips, and she was shocked to realize that his c**k was actually growing between her lips, against her tongue.
Spurred on by this realization, she was just getting down to business when she felt his hands on her hips again. She fought to resist him--this time she was getting what she wanted, no matter what--but then she realized he wasn't pulling her off, he was simply rearranging her so that his c**k was still in her mouth.
And her pu**y was directly over his face.
Despite everything she'd done with him over the past twenty-four hours--oh God, it hadn't even been that much time, had it?--despite the fact that she was sucking on his penis as if it were a popsicle on a scalding hot day, being exposed to Cole in this way pushed every one of her shy buttons back into overdrive.
Quickly sliding her mouth off his shaft, she said, "Cole, you don't have to do that," at the same time that she tried to move her thighs from where they were pressed against his ears.
"Oh yes, I do."
His response came a split second before his tongue swept between her folds. Part of her wanted to jump off the bed and lock herself in the bathroom in embarrassment. The other part wanted to grind down onto his lips, force him to plunge his tongue deeper.
His hips lifted as she tried to decide, his cock-head probing her lips, and she instinctively opened back up for him, taking him onto her tongue. And then, as if he knew she was still on the verge of running, he took the decision away from her with a long, slow slide of his fingers inside of her, curling them into a vibrantly sensitive patch of flesh deep inside her vagina.
She whimpered around his c**k and arched into his fingers, inadvertently pressing her clit harder against his tongue at the same time. Apprehension quickly morphed into nearly unbearable excitement as he captured the swollen bud between his lips and sucked.
Blood rushed between her legs, making her lightheaded and gasping around his cock. But instead of letting her up for air, he only thrust deeper down her throat. And amazingly, that out-of-control feeling was what sent her over the edge yet another time. Her third climax was so powerful that the firm pressure of a large hand on her thigh holding her still was the only thing that could have kept her where he had her, his tongue flat and hard against her clit, his fingers plunging deeply into her wet canal.
Contractions continued to rip through her when she got her first salty taste of Cole, one long shot deep in her throat. Frenzied sounds of licking and sucking and moaning reverberated through her small bedroom as she tried desperately to focus on pleasuring him the way he'd pleasured her, but, oh God, it was so hard to focus on anything other than the way his tongue and fingers were still tormenting her sensitive flesh.
Finally, she lifted her mouth from him and tried to move back into a normal position on the bed. But he wasn't quite done with her, holding her still for one more sinful kiss of his lips against her pu**y.
"Cole," she begged, "please."
"Want another?"
He followed up the offer by a seductive lash of his tongue against her labia.
"Cole." She moaned his name this time and even she wasn't sure what she was asking for.
His chuckle was warm and evocative against her incredibly aroused, sensitive flesh. And then, finally, he set her free, shifting out from between her legs."Looks like I'm developing a serious sweet tooth."
His grin was wolfish--satisfied and full of ownership. Her heart clenched, even though she knew better. Yes, Cole made her feel good. Yes, she enjoyed being with him.
But that didn't mean she could let herself fall for him.
She needed to remember at all times that he was using her to make his grandmother happy.
She needed to make sure all she did was use him right back.
She needed to make sure she didn't fall in love.
She scrambled off the bed, grabbing a blanket that had fallen off the bed in their frantic lovemaking. "I have some things to get ready for school on Monday."
He raised an eyebrow. "You trying to kick me out?"
She started to shake her head, then realized that after the things they'd just done to each other, there really was no point in lying to him. "Yes."
He shifted off the bed and the quick swelling of disappointment in her stomach at the thought of him actually leaving surprised her.
"I'll help you with your suitcase."
Maybe it was all the brain cells she'd lost when her brain exploded from three intense orgasms, but she wasn't following. "I can unpack my bag just fine on my own, thanks."
"It's going to hurt my feelings soon, you know."
"What is?"
"The way you keep forgetting that we're married, sweet Anna."
She wrapped the blanket tighter around herself and took a step backward. "I haven't forgotten."
"Then why don't you seem to understand that you're moving in with me?"
"No."
Entirely without her permission, he opened up her closet, found a larger suitcase, and threw it on the bed. "People expect a new wife to live with her husband." He yanked open her dresser, grabbed a handful of her underwear, and tossed it into the bag.
"Stop doing that." She gathered up her underwear, accidentally loosening her hold on the blanket. "Has it even occurred to you to ask me first before you make a decision about something?"
"My grandmother would know something was up in an instant if the papers reported me leaving here without you."
"I'm sick and tired of you using your grandmother as your excuse for every stupid thing you do!"
She all but clamped her hand over her mouth, the blanket dropping all the way to the floor. Not only did she already know that Eugenia was the entire reason for their relationship, not only did she know that Cole would have never, ever picked her out of a crowd if he hadn't been looking for a good girl--but she also knew how deeply he was hurting over his grandmother's illness.