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.

Not able to control myself for even a second longer, I lifted her up and lowered her down onto the bed. I grabbed a condom from my wallet and slid it on as she rolled over onto her stomach, putting her perfect round ass on display.

"Is that how you want it?" I asked.

She nodded as her hips tilted up and her fingers fisted in the sheets.

Fuck. From behind had always been my favorite position. Knowing that it was clearly her preference, too, sent my arousal spiking to dangerous levels.

The mattress dipped beneath my knee as I climbed onto the end of the bed. My hands covered Bailey's ankles before moving up her calves. Using just a little pressure, I pressed my thumbs against her inner calf, massaging her muscles as my touch migrated north. When my hands reached the back of her knees, I spread her thighs apart, revealing the glistening folds of her sex.

The urgency to plunge into her tight, wet body overwhelmed me, but I resisted my base impulse. Instead, I shifted so my upper body was hovering above her back. Balancing on one forearm, I grazed my fingers across her shoulder blades.

My fingers danced across the back of her neck and down her spine. I lowered my head and pressed my lips against the sensitive skin between her shoulder blades. My cock throbbed cradled in the cushion of her plump ass cheeks.

The moment my mouth brushed across the base of her neck, her hips tilted up, and she let out a soft sigh. I continued pressing open-mouthed kisses down her spine, taking my time to cover her entire back with my lips and tongue, and even nipping her with my teeth.

By the time I reached her firm backside, she was writhing beneath me. Her panting breaths were the only sound I could hear above the whooshing of my heartbeat. I slid my hand between her legs.

"You're so wet." My voice was low and gritty as I pushed my middle finger into her tight canal, just to make sure that she was still ready for me. It glided in easily, even as her walls clamped around my digit.

"We were in the spa," she breathed out.

"That's not why you're wet." I grinned as I pulled my finger out and tasted her juices once more.

"No, it's not," she whimpered.

Using my hand to grip her hips, I tilted them up and positioned my head at her opening. Even through the condom, I could feel heat radiating from her core.

Nice and slow, I told myself. That was my only hope of drawing this experience out. As my engorged crown pushed past the barriers of her opening, my entire body tensed. Her inner walls contracted around me, causing sweat to break out on my brow. Trying to think about anything other than how tight she was, I pushed an inch farther inside her.

"Yes," she whimpered as her body milked me, doing everything it could to pull me in. "That feels so good."

It did feel good. Almost too good. My original plan had been slow and steady wins the race, but I was worried that it might do just that and I'd be crossing the finish line prematurely. This was not going to be a situation where I could wade into the shallow end. I needed to dive into the deep end.

I flexed my fingers as I drove into her with one forceful thrust. She gasped at the intrusion as she reached down and clasped my hand on her hip. Her fingers tightened around mine as her back arched. I pulled out and pushed into her again, then again, and again. Each time I did, I feared it was going to be the last. Every cell in my body was alive with pleasure. As I continued to drive into her, I leaned down and kissed the back of her neck. My teeth nipped at her shoulder.

"I've wanted to be inside of you for so long," I whispered against her outer ear as the tips of my fingers dug into the flesh of her hip.

I continued kissing the side of her neck, her shoulder, and her back as I drove in and out of her. Needing a little more leverage, I bent my knee up, sliding beneath her thigh. Her fingers intertwined with mine as the new position allowed me to sink even deeper inside of her.

Her body pulsed around my shaft as I whispered how good she felt, how tight and wet she was. Each time I entered her, her body clamped down around me tighter, squeezing me with her inner walls.

As she whimpered and writhed beneath me, it took every ounce of willpower not to lose myself and go up and over the edge. Somehow, I managed to hold out until I felt her body begin to tremble as her release claimed her.

Once I knew she let herself go, I did the same. I groaned in blissful agony as bolts of fulfillment shot through me. Pulsating waves of pleasure crashed over me again and again. Every cell in me tingled as my entire body tensed in a hot, jarring climax. Beneath me, I felt her body relax as the final spurts of my release emptied from me. As they did, I pressed feather-light kisses along her back, shoulder, and neck while she caught her breath.

When all the energy drained from me, I pushed off the bed, not wanting to crush her. She turned her head and smiled at me as I headed into the bathroom. I felt like a new man. Every muscle in my body was loose and relaxed. All the anxiety and stress I carried with me was gone and in its place was peace and calm. Jerking off and actually having sex were two very different experiences. I'd forgotten just how different.

Or maybe the difference wasn't just having sex; it was having sex with someone you cared about. After Lindsay, I didn't hook up with anyone for six months. But then, on a rare night out with the guys to celebrate Jimmy's birthday, I went home with the bartender from the club we'd been at.

The sex was fine. It wasn't bad, by any means, but I remember feeling so empty afterward. I told myself I felt that way because the bartender was the only girl I'd ever slept with besides Lindsay, and maybe because she was a stranger, I hadn't felt any emotional connection to her. But then, a few months later, the guys took me out to celebrate my birthday. I ended up going home with a girl I knew from high school, Mikayla.

She was the valedictorian, head cheerleader, and prom queen. She was the rare combination of being really cool, smart, funny, and ridiculously hot. I'd always had a little crush on her, but I'd never acted on it because I'd been with Lindsay.

We spent the night together, and in the morning, I realized I felt the same thing. Empty. Lonely. After that night, we dated casually for about six months. She was in medical school at the time at Stanford, and with my responsibilities, we only got to see each other every other week or so.

In the end, it just sort of fizzled out. I think she met someone at school. Even though I liked Mikayla, and she wasn't a stranger, I still felt this void in me every time we had sex.

I didn't feel that with Bailey. It was the opposite. I felt more like myself than I had in a very long time. Maybe more like myself than I ever had.

When I walked back into the room, I found Bailey sitting on the bed looking at the room-service menu. She'd put a T-shirt on, which I planned on taking off again.

"Hungry?" I asked.

"I forgot to eat today. Do you want anything?" she asked as she picked up the phone beside the bed.

"You."

The corners of her lips curled. "Anything from room service?"

I hadn't been joking; I did want her again. But she was right; we had the whole weekend. Food first. Then more hanky-panky.