Chapter 18
Nina
Cole’s house was opulent to say the least. We left the party in his chauffeur driven Limousine and the car had barely even stopped, before Cole jumped out, and ran around to hold the door open for me. His home was a beautiful old townhouse with sprawling grounds in every direction. Palm trees flanked the entrance and a uniformed housekeeper greeted us with fresh lavender scented towels on a silver tray at the door.
“Thank you Jonathan, that is all for the night. You can retire. We’ll find our way around,” Cole told the housekeeper, who bowed deeply, making me smirk and try to hold in my giggles.
“He only fusses over me if I don’t dismiss him for the night,” Cole turned to me and I took his arm as I looked around the decadent marble foyer. Beautiful crystal chandeliers hung from the ceilings, rich carpets covered every floor and extravagant modern art hung from the walls. Cole had me on his arm as he showed me around his house, or at least some of it.
That first night I spent with him, before I knew who he really was, I wouldn’t have suspected for even a moment that he lived in a palace like this.
“You’re welcome to a drink first. We could sit and talk,” he leaned in to whisper in my ear. I jerked my head around to look at him, my eyes sparkling with anticipation.
“We can talk later,” I told him and Cole gave me a knowing smile.
“I was hoping you would say that,” he said, and with renewed enthusiasm, he led me out of the study that we had walked into, and to the winding staircase.
I gulped as we walked up the never-ending steps, stupidly wondering how long it took him every morning to come down the stairs. My brain was all over the place. This was all a dream. Just that morning, I had finally accepted that I would never see him again.
He pushed open the door to his enormous bedroom and we stepped in and I finally let his arm go.
“This is gorgeous!” I blurted out, as I drank in the massive four-poster bed, the buttery thin curtains on the walls, the grandfather clock on the side. His house and rooms were decorated very differently from his modern, minimalistic office decor.
Cole closed the door behind him and when I turned around, I found him smiling, staring at me with his hands shoved into the pockets of his pants.
“Do you even know how beautiful you look in my house? I’ve dreamt of having you here,” he said, walking stealthily towards me like a predator who had set his eyes on a prey. I blushed deeply, clasping my hands together. The closer he got, the hotter I felt, the more slippery it got between my legs. He had no idea how often I’d fantasized about having him again.
Cole kissed my shoulder, while his hand gently slid down the straps of my dress. He was standing behind me, with his jacket off and his shirt undone. I shuddered from the touch of his lips on my skin and my face felt flush. We had never taken it this slow before, and he was setting my body on fire.
“I can’t wait to have you, Nina,” he whispered as he left a trail of wet kisses down my shoulders, then my arms and the whole time pushing my dress out of the way. It slid down, to my waist and then he helped me out of it, till it was lying in a heap on the floor. When I was in nothing but my underwear; Cole gently turned me around to face him.
He smiled, and I blushed some more and then he kissed my chin, gently biting it, while his hands found the hooks of my bra. My breasts were released of their confines and in full view of him now. He stepped back from me, to look at my body.
“God! You’re beautiful,” he mumbled, more to himself than to me. Within seconds, his own remaining clothes were coming off, till he was standing in front of me, with not a stitch of clothing on his body. Cole was gorgeous to look at and I dared to gaze at him from under my heavy eyelids. His muscles stretched and pulled. His washboard abs revealed the faint trace of dark hair that led my gaze down to his engorged throbbing cock.
I licked my lips when I saw it, and Cole smiled again.
“I’ve been with nobody else since you,” he said and stepped towards me again.
“Neither have I,” I said in a weak whisper and he placed a warm hand on my belly.
“Good because that would drive me crazy. I want you all to myself, Nina,” he growled and gently pushed me back. I stepped away, with his hand on my belly, till the back of my knees hit the bed and I fell on it. My body bounced on the luxurious mattress and Cole threw himself over me.
He was covering me with kisses again. My face, my neck that I thrust out towards him, my breasts, licking and teasing my nipples, down my stretched torso, till finally his mouth reached the top of my hot wet core. I moaned when his tongue gently flicked my swollen clit.
“Cole, please…don’t torture me,” I winced and I sensed his lips stretching in a smile. But torture me he would, and my fingers weaved into his thick dark wavy hair as he used his tongue to stroke me. Repeatedly, with purpose, till I was clutching his hair wildly. Begging him to not stop.
He grabbed my hips, pressing me down deeply into the bed while he licked me between my legs. I arched my back, thrusting my hips towards him, hoping he would just finish the job and wouldn’t keep me waiting. And just when I was about to come, he pulled his tongue out.
“I need to be inside you when you come for me, baby,” he said in a deep guttural voice. I looked at his face and saw that his eyes were glazed over, his lips were glistening with my juices as he moved himself over me. I heard the rustle of the condom wrapper, but I kept my eyes focused on him.
Cole caught my hands and pulled my arms straight over my head, the soft silk bedsheets gliding under my sensitive skin. He stretched himself over me, so that we could look deep into each others eyes when he entered me.
I stretched my legs wide, wrapping my ankles together behind him, using the strength of my thighs to pull him towards me. His rock-hard cock was pressing against my legs. I could feel his readiness.
Cole slid in, gently at first and then he thrust himself into me with force. We both groaned. I closed my eyes and jutted my chin out towards him, as I felt him sliding in deeper into me. His cock was as huge as I remembered, but it never failed to surprise me. With one wild thrust, he was buried deep inside me.
With slow rhythmic moves at first, he titillated me to the point of no return. Every time I opened my eyes, I found him looking straight at me. He was watching me come. The bulk of his body over me, his muscles ripping as he kept my hands bound together while he drilled me…he was too overpowering. It was too hot to resist.
I came loudly, my voice ringing in the room as I moaned and called out his name, begging him to not stop. My toes curled and my body shuddered. Cole didn’t stop. He continued to ram into me. Without warning he came too, pulsating inside my hot wet core. I could feel the force of his shoot, the warm drizzle of his seed inside me. I nearly fainted from the overwhelming sensation of the orgasm.
When he finally let go of my hands, he smiled. I smiled as well. Relief flooding my body. All those days of fantasizing about him, holding back on my desire for him…it was finally done. Cole remained inside me for a few moments longer, and it wasn’t until there was danger of spilling that he began to pull out of me.
“Maybe we should stay at home tonight,” he said with a laugh, when he slid over and lay back down beside me. Our arms and legs were entangled together, our breathing heavy and difficult. I laughed and turned to him with a reddened exhausted face.
“Yes, we shouldn’t risk it again,” I said and Cole reached out his finger to tuck one strand of curling blond hair behind my ear.
“Not yet, anyway,” he said and then he reached over to kiss me again and I knew that I had finally found him. I’d finally found the man I was looking for. I wasn’t so naive after all.