That Summer (Part Two) (7 page)

He
kisses me softly, hesitating for a moment before lowering his lips towards me
again. I moan gently, melting beneath his touch as one of his hands makes its
way to my breast. My legs wrap around his waist as I arch my back, demanding
more from his intoxicating caresses.

“Mine.”
He growls. “You’re all mine.”

“I
always have been.” I whisper, gazing up at him with sincerity and trust.

“You
always will be.” He vows, stroking his thumb across the sensitive skin around
my nipple.

Cole
removes his own T-shirt and closes the small space between our bodies. I can
feel his heartbeat against mine and the warmth from his skin makes me feel safe
like a warm blanket. His mouth trails kisses down my neck and across my
collarbone, grazing my skin with his jawline as it is no longer smooth.

I
try to ignore the remaining hint of alcohol on his breath, hoping that it is not
the reason behind his desire or his urgent need for us to do this.

My
shorts are the next item of clothing to be discarded and then Cole’s jeans,
leaving us both half clothed and more aroused than I ever thought possible. My
soul yearns for him, needing this connection so I can feel alive, hungry for
his stimulation so I can feed off the exhilaration that it brings me.

Cole’s
sensual kisses continue, moving over my breasts and down my stomach as they
make a direct line towards my hips. My breathing accelerates when his fingers
slip beneath the material of my panties, pushing them to the side so he can
taste my arousal and excitement.

“God,
I’ve missed this.” He confesses, speaking with reverence. “I miss how you
taste.”

I
moan loudly, closing my eyes as I delight in the indescribable sensations my body
is experiencing.

“Please…”
I implore him, nearing the edge of my sexual awakening.

“Please
what?” He taunts me. “What do you want me to do, Serena?”

“I
want you to taste me.”

He
immediately does as I ask and an elicit cry escapes my lips as soon as his
tongue makes contact with me. I can feel how desperate he is… almost frantic
when it comes to his quest to bring me pleasure and receive it himself. His
fingers open me gently, exposing myself to him in a brazen and audacious way.
My eyes close as my thighs begin to tremble, locked in an addictive whirlwind
of lust, sensuality and sexual freedom.

“You
can’t deny me this, Serena. You can’t keep yourself from me again.”

“I
won’t.” I wail, whimpering with the utmost desire and desperation.

“You
really mean that?” He asks, daring me to defy him.

 His
eyes sparkle as he grins up at me mischievously. He’s clearly aware that he’s
won. He’s now confident that
he’s
the one in control. He’s the one who
has won this battle and I’m powerless to stop him.

He
continues to drag me towards the same precipice, over and over and over again.
He knows exactly what he’s doing and somehow manages to control my body and how
I react to every single one of his caresses.

He
refuses to provide me with a release, pulling back each and every time I come
close to reaching my climax. He’s toying with me and it’s beyond infuriating.
The pain from my pent up frustration is unbearable and I swear that I’m close
to tears by the time he has finished his merciless act. He’s evoking my most
private and sensual passions, almost creating a different person entirely,
someone I don’t even recognise as being myself.

“Are
you ready?” He asks, slowly moving up the length of my body until we’re face to
face.

His
hands support his weight on either side of me, steadying himself above my small
frame as his lips draw closer to mine.

“I…
I think so.” I stammer, struggling to conceal how nervous I am.

“You
are
.” He groans, moving his hand between my legs so he can feel my
arousal. “You’re so ready for me, Serena.”

I
moan and arch my back, silently begging him for more.

“What
about the pill?” I remind him. “I’m not on it.”

“I
wish you were but there’s nothing we can do about that now.” He sighs wearily,
closing his eyes for a moment. “This is happening and there’s no turning back
now. I can’t do this anymore.”

“I
can’t get pregnant, Cole. Ever.”

I
speak firmly, needing him to realise just how serious I am about this. We’re
still so young and neither one of us could deal with the responsibility or
commitment that comes with a baby but that’s not the main issue or the real
problem. It’s something I can’t even bring myself to think about, let alone
face because I can’t help imagining all the horrifying difficulties and
abnormalities that could happen if I were to accidentally get pregnant by Cole.

“Is…
is it wrong that I wish it could be different?” He enquires gently. “Is it
wrong that a part of me still wants to have that future with you?”

“Just
make sure you don’t…” I trail off, incapable of finishing my sentence.

“I
won’t.” He replies sincerely, understanding my request.

“Promise
me, Cole.”

“I
promise.”

I
never wanted it to be this way but I know there’s no alternative. Cole will
have to control himself and his release by making sure it’s not inside of me. The
consequences of such a mistake have the potential to be catastrophic and I’m
certainly not willing to take that risk.

Removing
his boxer shorts, Cole positions himself on top of me and wraps my legs around
his waist. His hands stroke my thighs as his mouth explores my own once more.
His coaxing kisses relax my body and I can feel myself opening up to him as he
starts to enter me for the very first time.

It’s
somewhat painful but nowhere near as bad as I thought it was going to be. Cole
made sure I was ready and extremely aroused before he even attempted to take my
virginity and for that I am grateful.

“Are
you ok?” He asks me for the sixth or seventh time.

“Uh-huh.”
I moan, fighting against the turbulence of anxiety which is battling it out
inside my head.

“Are
you sure?” He says, sounding doubtful. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It’s
fine. I just want to feel you inside of me. All of you.”

“
Fuck
…
I need to hear you say that again.” He groans, tightening the firm grasp he has
on my thighs.

“I
want to feel you…” I whisper. “I need you inside me, Cole.”

“You
want this, don’t you? Tell me that you want this.”

“I
don’t want it, I need it. I also need
you
.” I cry, frantic as I cling
onto him and his powerful physique.

My
breasts are crushed against his naked chest, drawing us even closer. His sweat
mingles with mine and so do our breaths as we inhale one another’s euphoric
desperation.

In
one swift motion, Cole is completely inside me. The burning sensation lasts for
a few moments but soon disappears. He starts a slow and steady rhythm as I
continue to hold onto him, delighting in the weight of him on top of me as well
as the fulfilment of being connected to him like this. I feel so
full
and almost stretched by Cole’s arousal that I can hardly think straight. I
yearn for the blissful experience we shared a few moments before without the
pain of this newfound intrusion and can only hope that the discomfort won’t
last for much longer.

“What’s
wrong? Is it hurting?”

“No,
it’s just… it’s.”

I
can’t even explain to him how this feels. How can I tell him that as much as I want
this… a part of me still knows that it’s
wrong
? How am I supposed to
tell him that I already hate myself for going through with this when the other
half of me has never felt so complete?

“Shh.
It’s ok. Look at me, Serena. It’s ok.” He whispers softly, soothing me with his
words and tone of voice.

His
thumb makes its way between my legs and starts to draw circles around my clit,
increasing his pace as my moans turn breathless. It’s as though the unease
brought on from such an unknown invasion has been erased and all that I can
feel is euphoria.

He
continues to touch me so intimately, knowing how much it thrills me and this
only heightens the intensity between us. I reach up and circle my arms around
his neck, pulling him towards me so we can kiss. I can taste my own sweetness
off his lips and I whimper beneath him, hungry for more as his tongue tangles
with my own.

 I
know things will never be the same after this night. We can never go back and
I’m not sure I even want to. I’ve never felt completion like this and I’m
certain I no longer have the strength to go a lifetime without this… without
him
.

“You
feel incredible.” He murmurs, nuzzling against my neck as his mouth covers it
with kisses. “You’re perfect.”

“I
love you.” I pant breathlessly. “I love you so much.”

“God,
I will never grow tired of hearing you say that.” He says, gazing down at me in
adoration.

I
gasp when he suddenly hooks his arms underneath my legs and hoists them higher
up into the air. The elevation takes my breath away and I can scarcely control
my orgasm as it takes hold. It’s beyond anything I have ever experienced and
the only way I can describe it is like an explosion, an internal explosion
which erupts, ignites and shatters the centre of my being from the inside out.

My
fingernails sink into his shoulders, clawing his skin without thought or intent
as I slowly start to descend the gigantic wave of pleasure I just experienced.
My intense and unmistakable climax is impossible to ignore and encourages Cole
to reach his own within seconds.

I
can tell that something truly magnificent is about to happen when each of
Cole’s thrusts turn somewhat urgent and aggressive. It’s as though he’s now
driven by something else entirely and he can no longer take into consideration
the sensitivity I might still need. However, this animalistic need and
compulsion he has for me is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced and I know he
must be nearing his own culmination of pleasure.

“Please,
Serena.” He begs me. “Please let me.”

“Let
you?” I ask uncertainly.

“
Please
.”
He implores me, stroking my cheek with the pad of his thumb.

The
realisation of what he is asking hits me like a ton of bricks as I try to pull
away from him.

“No!
No you can’t, Cole. You
promised
me!” I exclaim loudly, pressing the
palms of my hands against his solid chest.

“I
know but I don’t think I can keep that promise. You feel incredible and all I
want to do right now is to come inside of you.”

“I’m
not on the pill, Cole. You
can’t
.” I insist firmly, furious with him for
going back on what he said.

“Just
once, I swear it. Please let me do this just one time. I want a part of me to
be inside you, is that so terrible?” He pleads with me some more, turning my
face to look at him when I try and look away.

“I-I
suppose I’m not even fertile right now.” I say softly, aware that my period is
due to start in just a couple days.

“Say
yes.” He beseeches me once more, persistent and relentless.

“Yes.”
I whisper, scarcely able to believe I gave him my consent.

A
deep growl escapes his lips, as he pins me to the bed using the weight of his
body. I’m trapped and completely dominated by his strong form and athletic
build. I’m helpless but I’m not afraid, in fact… I’ve never felt freedom quite
like this.

I’m
home. I’ve found my place in the universe and it is right here besides Cole.
Our bodies are connected and our limbs intertwine but what really unites us is
the coupling of our souls. I didn’t know it was possible for the centre of your
being to merge with someone else’s but that’s exactly how it feels.

He
holds me so tight, exerting a kind of strength I’m unfamiliar with. He seals me
to him like he’s afraid I will disappear at any moment as our tongues tangle
and I lock my legs around his waist, squeezing him tightly.

He
grabs my hair, forcing my head back so my neck is exposed to him. He continues
to exert his physical power over me as he thrusts every inch of himself inside
of me, taking from my body and demanding I give him what he needs.

His
warmth fills me, absolving all of my anxiety and thoughts of condemnation and
danger. A transcendent glow consumes me, warming the deepest, innermost part of
my body. His fingers interlace with mine, solidifying our sacred bond as well
as the sexual one which unites us.

“
Fuck
...
that was… I don’t even know how to describe how that was.” Cole mutters to
himself, somewhat inaudibly.

“Um…
Cole, you’re starting to crush me.” I say, inhaling sharply as the full weight
of his muscular physique takes its toll.

“I’m
sorry.” He apologises, gently lifting himself off of my small frame.