He remains on the other side of the small room with his back to the door. Cole pulls out the desk chair and sits down. "Strip for me, Anna." His voice is filled with desire. I want to do what he says.
My face burns when he speaks, but Cole ignores it. Slowly, I move my hips, and arms, taking off my jewelry one piece at a time. I have no idea what I'm doing. I've never stripped before, I just move the way my body tells me, knowing how much Cole likes to watch me. After I pull off my last ring, I raise my hand over my head, while the other hand trails down my neck, through my cleavage, and to my navel.
When I reach around behind me, I unzip the dress slowly, walking toward him as I do it. I'm just out of his reach as I turn and slowly wiggle my body, making the dress slip lower and lower until it hits the floor. Cole's jaw is tense. He's straddling the chair and his arms are bulging so much that I think he might break the chair back. I'm wearing sheer black lace, and I know he can see through everything.
I look at Cole, thinking I'm done, when he says, "Keep going, Lamore. Take all of it off."
My heart pounds harder. This is so different from the teenage kisses Jesse was giving me. My heart feels like it's going to explode in my chest. Every inch of me is tingling, wanting to be touched, but Cole doesn't move. His eyes drift across my body lazily. If Cole hadn't confessed that he loves me moments ago, I wouldn't have been able to tell.
I run my hands slowly over my body, across my stomach, and over my breasts. I stretch my hands above my head and turn, sashaying my hips as I do so, and bend over to unhook my bra. I hold it out on my finger tip and let it dangle. Cole's eyes drink me in. He doesn't look at my face for a long time, and I don't want him to. I wonder what he's thinking about as he watches my breasts sway when I remove my stockings one at a time. The last thing I'm wearing is the black lace garter belt. I slip my thumbs under the edge of the fabric and sway my hips back and forth slowly, lowering the piece of fabric until it's on my ankle. I lean forward, like I'm going to kiss Cole, but I don't touch him. The muscles in his arms and chest are tense, like he can't sit there and watch for another second, but I'm not done yet.
Slowly, I bend at the waist, letting him watch from behind, as I take my impossibly high heels and slip them from my feet. When I'm done, I sigh like I'm bored and stretch, arching my back, forcing my breasts within a breath of his mouth.
Cole breathes harder. His gaze is hot, searing my body as he looks from my breasts to the place between my legs. I stand in front of him with all my weight on one foot and my hands on top of my head. I mean to sigh, again, but it turns into a moan. I want him so badly. I want him to cover my body in kisses, tie me up, and fuck me until I scream him his name, but Cole doesn't move.
I lower myself in front of him. My legs part as I go down, and I look him in the eye. My hands are next to his on the back of the chair, but neither of us touches. "Fuck me." I say the words slowly, making my lips encase each syllable.
Cole's eyes meet mine. They promise ecstasy, but he doesn't move. I do something crazy, and stay in front of him like that, knowing he can smell my need. I leave one hand on the back of the chair and dip the other below my waist. I stroke my clit a few times and push my fingers inside. I gasp as I do it, my lips parting as I sigh seductively. Cole's eyes never leave my face. He watches me as I do it and I know it's made him hard. The bulge in his jeans is all mine.
When I slip my fingers out from between my thighs, I lift them to Cole's lips and say, "Taste me." He complies and parts his lips, opening his mouth enough for me to slip my fingers inside.
Each time his mouth sucks my finger, my body reacts. My nipples become taut, and my breasts swell, aching for his touch. His lips suck on my fingers, slowly teasing each one. It makes my body throb with desire. I want those lips pulling my nipples and teasing me into ecstasy. This isn't enough. My head falls back as I pull my finger from his mouth.
Cole grins at me. It's the first confirmation he's given that he likes what I'm doing. I don't know how to have sex this way. It's not rolling around in the blankets. It's a prolonged dance, each of us teasing the other until we are so fuck-crazy that one of us cracks. I see it in his eyes. That's what he wants. It's a battle of wills, of teasing and tasting, without touching. My God, he is so messed up, and I totally love it.
I repeat my previous movements and slip my fingers between my legs. I'm slicker this time, wetter. I close my eyes as I push one finger in at a time and pull them away covered in my damp heat. I lift my hand to Cole's mouth again and smile wickedly. "Lick my fingers one at a time."
He does as I ask. His tongue sweeps across my finger, sucking and tasting each one. His fist grabs the chair back harder, tighter with each taste. It makes me wetter and fills my body with heat. I feel the place between my legs throb as he sucks my pinky and I'm sorry it's over.
Before I can think of something else to torment him with, Cole says, "On the bed."
Chapter 12
I rise slowly, brushing my breast against his cheek, feeling my hard nipples sweep across his lips as he sucks in air. Cole closes his eyes for a second and I scold him, "Eyes open, Stevens. Watching is a requirement." His blue eyes are blazing when they open, like he wants to swallow me whole. My girl parts clench in response.
I climb onto the bed on all fours and crawl to the headboard. I know what he wants. I can do this for him, but when I sit down, he says, "No. Ass toward me, in the air. Stay on all fours, Lamore."
Oh my God. I blink at him, shocked, but I do as he asks. I crawl back toward him, and once I'm at the end of the bed, I turn around. I lower my head and leave my ass in the air. I'd give anything to have his hands on me, to feel his dick pressing into me right now, but I refuse to be the one to cave first.
"Rub your clit," he says from the chair. I move my hand over my sensitive flesh and instantly feel the need to have him inside me. Every inch of my body is screaming for him to pushing into me again and again. Lust races through my veins and I rub. I keep my hips still, knowing that's what he wants.
Before I know what's happened, he's behind me. I stop rubbing for a second and he slaps my ass. The sting of his hand shoots through my leg and between my thighs. I gasp. He says, "Don't stop. Don't push back, and don't come."