It's A Shame (2 page)

Chapter
2

“Ace?”

“Mmm.”

“What do you think of this fabric?”  I held up the pale blue brocade. 
I sat cross-legged on the bed as Cole leisurely leaned against the overstuffed headboard with his laptop open, going over what looked to me like a lot of numbers.  My lap was covered in fabric swatches, and seven overstuffed books holding hundreds of other fabrics, were piled on the floor next to me.

I had narrowed it down significantly but I was still unable to choose the material for the wingback chairs
in the new master suite sitting area.  “I can’t decide between this one…or this.”  I held up the pale green jacquard in my other hand.  “Or these.” I looked down at the small pile of swatches next to me. The whole process was exasperating, but I had to admit, fun. It’s been a long time since I was excited about decorating. Hell, it’s been a long time since I’ve been excited about anything.

Cole and I are in the process of
choosing the furnishings and materials for our new home—an elegant, tall, triangle shaped, bronze colored glass tower with a commanding view of the East River.

“Grace, you know I have no eye for
interior design. I’m sure whatever color, or fabric you choose, will be absolutely perfect.” 

Cole arched one eyebrow as he lifted his eyes from his laptop screen and looked at me, a wide grin on his face. God, I loved his smile. Everything about
this living, breathing Adonis drove me crazy. He was smokin’ hot and I didn’t have a snowballs chance in hell of concentrating on anything else when he was this close…I was putty in his hands.

“Don’t you ever get tired of letting me have my way?”
I continued staring at him, unable to look away.

“No.”

He looked back down at this laptop and began clicking away on the keyboard.

“You are not making this any easier you know…” I trailed off, my exaggerated pout unseen
.

I
had barely blinked before I found myself looking up into the face of
my
Adonis.  His beautiful green eyes twinkled mischievously. He had, in one swipe of his arm, pushed the swatches to the floor and dragged me over to where he sat. 

Before I could open my mouth to protest he flipped me
over and lay
on top of me, caging me in, preventing any escape I may have considered.  He slanted his mouth down over mine. At first his kiss was gentle, probing, testing, and I closed my eyes as I felt that glorious ache between my legs fire up and spread outward to the tips of my fingers and down to my toes. A gnawing in the pit of my stomach started. It was what I can only describe as a craving, a sort of hunger—a hunger only Cole’s body could satisfy.

I lifted my arms
and wrapped them around his neck pulling him closer to me.  Feeling and smelling his breath on my face—the scent intoxicating. His erection pressed against my lower belly and I reveled in the heat permeating the silk of his pajama pants. The feel of his weight down the length of my body was heady, to say the least, and I would be perfectly happy if we could stay like this permanently. Other than the fact that we’d eventually starve, I would have proposed it.

His tongue
parted my lips and dipped inside lashing out at mine.  He sucked playfully at my bottom lip and I heard his breathing become labored, which was all this girl needed to get the juices flowing, so to speak.

“Co…” I tried to
get his attention, but it was futile.  I was panting heavy with desire as he ran his tongue down my neck, tracing the outline of my shoulder.  He locked his lips onto my nipple and began sucking. 

My breath hitched as
a warm sensation flooded my body. His tongue glided effortlessly over me to my other hardened peak, as an ache, similar to an electrical shock, ran from my nipple down to my moist folds, which was throbbing, longing to be filled. 

“My God
, Grace, you are fucking hot.  All I can think about is you. Especially when you’re near. All I want to do is fuck you.” He bit gently at my nipple, and I moaned. “All I think about when you’re
not
near is fucking you. At this rate I’ll never get any work done.  You’re making me lose my mind.”  His words muffled by my heaving breast. “Baby, I need to be inside you.”

H
is words got my libido dancing and my body reacted to every flick of his tongue, every caress. I knew exactly how he felt because all I wanted was to have him inside me. He was like a drug to me—one I could never get enough of. A craving I could never satisfy. I so desperately loved him…needed him…wanted him. He was everything to me. He
was
home.

My breasts swelled under
the warmth of his mouth, his tongue searing my tender flesh, branding me. I whimpered as his fingers deftly found their way inside the band of my lacy thong.  He slowly pushed his fingers inside me and I heard his sharp intake of air when he discovered how wet I was.

“I told you
, you make me very hot talking all soft and dirty like that…” I purred.  “You know it doesn’t take much for me to…”

“Baby, don’t ever apologize for being wet...
if I had my way, you’d be wet all the time.” He looked into my eyes. “You’ll probably have to hospitalize me for exhaustion but…I could think of worse ways to go.”

“
I’d nurse you back to health.”

“
You
would be the cause of my ‘health’ issues.”

“Stop talking and get to work.”
I laughed.

He crawled down the length of me
, planting light kisses that sent shockwaves over the surface of my flesh. He pulled my thong off, then reached up and tugged my nightshirt over my head. His arms caged me under him and he lowered his body onto mine again. The warmth of his skin touching mine felt like security itself. I never felt safer or more loved than when he held me to him as we lay together wrapped in each other’s arms. He nudged my legs apart with his knee and I spread wider as he slid his body into place.

He raised himself on his arms
while lifting his hips, and I took hold of his hard cock, pressing it to my slick opening and began rubbing the wide crown back and forth over my clit. I nearly went mad from the sensation; it felt so good, so incredibly hot. I began gyrating my hips beneath him. His eyes never left my face as I continued masturbating using his cock.

M
y orgasm intensified and I lifted my hips to meet his, my shoulders sinking deeper into the mattress. With a growl he lowered his body and I felt him slide the wide crown into my cleft. I moaned, the exquisite agony, the neediness I felt, was instantly satisfied and replaced with a different need. I grabbed the sheets, clutching them between my fingers as he pushed deeper into me, filling me.

An electrical
charge ran up the back of my legs, through my center splaying outward sending a tingling rush right up to my head. Craving the feel of his skin on mine I raised my chest up, pushing my breasts against his neat matting of hair.

“
I love the way your tight cunt grabs my cock…riding it,” he panted.

“Ummm.” 
I suddenly got an idea. “About that ride...” I said, my voice seductively throaty.

With both palms flat on his chest,
I pushed up and using my legs I rolled him over, straddling him, my thighs tight around his hips. I lowered my body onto his and slid back and forth, riding him, rocking my hips. He grabbed my sides and pumped me up and down his shaft, the muscles in his arms moving like perfectly timed machinery. I kept looking at his face and when he lowered his eyelids and slipped into that zone we both found whenever we fucked, I smiled.

H
e dug his fingers into my flesh guiding me up and down the length of him.

“Now you’re
speaking my language.” He whispered.

T
he gravelly sound of his voice had me gasping. I was so turned on by the look on his face I literally stopped and shook. I quickly tried to get myself back into my rhythm, rocking faster and faster. The muscles in his arms strained as he lifted me. We both moved like feral animals, governed by our need to sate our lust. The connection we shared was more than just sex. I belonged to him—we belonged together.

I
cupped his face holding it in place as I brought my mouth down over his, sloppily running my lips over his mouth, licking him. I sucked at his lower lip, grabbing it with my teeth, tugging gently. He tasted like mint and honey and I couldn’t help myself as I bit down with a little more enthusiasm than intended, tasting the sweetness in his blood. He moaned low, grunting with each pounce. Our bodies slapped together like a jungle drum, as the intensity built sending my senses soaring into oblivion.

I
couldn’t get enough of him, the feel of him, the taste of him. I continuously ran my tongue over his mouth, darting in and out, sliding over his lips. Grabbing his arms feeling the muscles in his biceps strain as he dug his fingers deeper into the tender flesh of my ass. Sweat ran in mapped trickles down the side of his head onto the pillow below. Our bodies glistened as the combined moisture from our exertion glided us back, forth, up, down; like a well-oiled machine.

I moved slightly to the side and the pressure of his cock rubbed
along my oversensitive clit immediately bringing me to the edge, and all at once, violently pushed me over as my orgasm came fast and hard. I smiled as my heart beat rapidly inside my chest with the effort.

Lowering
my head I ran the tip of my tongue down to his neck, the salty taste and scent of his skin propelled me into sensory overload. It was maddening. I wanted to lick every inch of his body. I squeezed my legs tighter around his midsection and I rode him as wave over wave washed over me, rolling my hips over his, grinding into his pelvis. I raked my fingernails down the length of his sides, from his wide muscular shoulders down to his exceptionally fine tight ass pulling him deeper into me.

I lost what little control I had and screamed out
, spurting his name between thrusts, along with a whole mélange of obscenities—some fuck me’s, coupled with a sprinkling of ‘Oh My Gods’.

“Oh. Dear. Lord…” my voice a hoarse whisper.

“Grace…
baby…God…ahhhhh.” His eyes squeezed shut and his mouth hardened into a tight line. “Mine…”

I nodded
fervently, “Yes, baby, yes…yours…only yours.”

Cole
lifted his hips up and drove his cock deeper into me. The look on his face was pure agonized pleasure.  His depth of concentration and naked need coupled with the pulsating of his body drove me crazy. My whole body shook as the sweet ache throbbed in my limbs, leaving me legless with no strength.

His
arms shook with the exertion as his muscles moved sleekly beneath his glistening skin. I lifted my head and watched, totally turned on by the look on his face as he came. He drove into me forcibly, jerking as he spurted his hot cum inside me, each pulse filling me. 
I swear I could come again just looking at him
. 

He
opened his eyes revealing crystal clear green orbs framed in enviably thick black lashes. The heat of his gaze pulled at something deep down inside and I felt my chest constrict, I was speechless. The smile of satisfaction that languidly spread across his face was mind-blowing. He was so beautiful my heart actually ached. I wrapped my legs around him holding him tight to me and collapsed forward, my lungs heaving, seeking air.

“That was insane hot
, Ace.” I panted.

“You make me crazy.  Your fucking body makes me crazy. 
Your mouth makes me crazy,” he whispered hoarsely. Then grazed his tongue across my lips, “I love your tits… your gorgeous cunt.”

His hands
softly glided over each mentioned area of my body, sending shivers throughout the length of me, and our eyes met.

“I love
how this body fits mine perfectly. I love how you think just like me…” Slowly emphasizing each praise with a gentle lift of his hips, sliding in and out of me, his cock still hard, “I. Love. Every. Single. Thing. About. You.” His words clipped through his panting.

I
limply slid off his body and lay next to him. He turned to face me, and kissed the trails left by my tears.

I
trembled, the thought of him worshiping my body like I worshiped his sent my senses reeling. His declarations triggered a sudden wash of emotion that wrapped around my heart squeezing it. So stunned by the intensity of the amazing sex we just had, I felt like I just evaporated.

To this very second, i
t will never cease to amaze me that he actually loved
me
. That he was actually turned on by
me
.  I felt like the most adored woman on the planet.

“Just tell me what I did to bring that on…and I’ll keep doi
ng it,” I said between breaths playfully.  Pulling him closer, I kissed him lightly, beginning at the shell of his ear down to his neck, tasting the saltiness of my tears as they blended with his sweat. Then suddenly, I felt his body shudder, the ripple of his muscles leaving me breathless.