Only, Always, and Forever You

37 - Want

I'll put a warning here, on the first steamy chapter, just because. From here on out, though, I won't.

And yes, I'm insinuating that there will definitely be more... Tehe...
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Amara's POV:

"I'm saying that I want to be with you," he says, "That I can't sit and watch someone else look at you the way I do. That I want to be the only one to kiss you, and hold you, and touch you. That I want to be the only one who wants you, Amara."

I pause for a moment, too shocked to form a coherent sentence. I can tell he is scanning my face for any hint as to how I feel, but I'm too stunned to let any emotions show.

He wants to be with me.

He wants me.

I know that I want the same with him— there's no doubt about that. I've practically been waiting for him to say something so that I knew he felt the same. But now, as I'm standing here, I can't help but think:

Should I want this?

On the one hand: Cole keeps throwing my feelings around like they're toys. He's in one mood one minute, and a completely different mood the next. I can't keep up, and just when I think I've figured it out, it all goes to chaos again!

But, on the other hand: There's no denying how I feel about Cole. He sees me as a person, and he has stuck by my side after seeing me throw up, cry, laugh, and everything else under the sun. He makes me feel beautiful and cherished and respected. He makes me feel appreciated. He took care of me when I was at my dad's grave. He drives me everywhere because he knows how much I don't like the subway. He shares my love for books, and he gives meaningful gifts. He is kind, and so is his mother. Hell, she even gave me a second home!

"I'm sorry, I'll just go," Cole says somberly, pulling me out of my thoughts. Although he said he's leaving, I keep my hand planted on his arm, holding him on the couch with me.

I know he's a living, breathing rollercoaster, but I also know what I want. I've always let great things pass me by because I was too scared to just go for it. But I can't let that happen again. Not when it's him that I'm letting go.

I look into his face, taking in each freckle and every spec of green in his eyes. I've never felt this way before, so I've obviously never admitted it to anyone— Which means I don't know how to tell him what's on my mind. I don't know where to start, and I'm scared that if I say something, it'll come out wrong.

So I don't say anything to him.

I kiss him.

For a split second, he just sits there, stunned. But it doesn't take long for him to realize what I'm doing, and he kisses me back. At first, the kiss is gentle, slow, and meaningful. But after a while, the passion and hunger grow, and our mouths are desperately interlocked.

Cole lifts me from where I'm sitting on the couch, placing me onto his lap so that I'm straddling his hips, each of my legs on either side of him. I gasp at the sudden contact with his hard member, and if it weren't for the clothes between us, I wouldn't have been able to suppress a moan.

My hands tangle in his hair, and his firmly hold onto my hips. He breaks away from my lips and makes his way down my jaw and to my neck, trailing soft kisses as he goes.

He eventually reaches my collar bone, exposed because of the tube top I'm wearing, and he lands on a sweet spot that I never even knew I had. I take a sharp inhale when his mouth finds it, the feeling unlike anything I've felt before. I didn't even know my neck and collar bone could be so sensitive to a kiss.

He sucks on the spot, every so often gently nipping it with his teeth before soothing the sting with his lips and tongue. I whimper softly as I feel the sensation turn into a thrilling buzz, tingling its way down my body until it reaches the spot between my legs.

I start to roll my body on his, and we both simultaneously let out low groans of pleasure. His firm grip on my hips grows tighter, and he starts to guide me at a slow, torturous pace, making me grow even more desperate for his touch.

Once he's satisfied with my neck, after most definitely having left marks, he holds me close to his body as he stands up, holding me by my thighs. My legs wrap around his waist, and our mouths rejoin as he carries me down the hall and into my bedroom.

We enter my room, and he sets me down so that my back is against the door, and he is trapping me between it and him. I lean back against the wood as one of his hands travels to the side of my face while the other goes to my waist.

I pull at the hem of his shirt, telling him to take it off, and he complies. He reveals his toned body, abs chiseled like those of a Greek God. His defined V-line leads down to the the waistline of his pants, and I can't help but bite my bottom lip at the sight of the oddly tempting happy trail that leads to the same place.

Cole smirks when he sees the way I'm checking him out, causing me to blush. He grabs onto my top and silently asks for permission to take it off, and I give him a nod. He pulls the top over my head and his attention immediately falls to the swell of my breasts. His breathing quickens as his  face slowly lowers to meet my chest before he gently starts to make his mark on the soft skin there.

He reaches around behind me and unties the bathing suit top I'm wearing, eagerly removing it. The top falls to the ground and Cole wastes no time before taking one of my nipples into his mouth as his other hand kneads my other breast. I moan lowly at the enthralling sensation of his warm tongue on my hardened nipple, sucking and massaging the sensitive peak.

His eyes stay on mine as he watches how much he effects me, and I don't hold back at letting him see just how good it feels. I can already feel my arousal pooling in my bathing suit bottoms. This has never happened to me before, but I hope this isn't the last time if it always feels this good.

Eventually, his lips trail away from my breasts, and I'd be upset that he stopped if his mouth wasn't starting to move even further down my body...

When he gets to my lower stomach, his fingers hook into the sides of my skirt, and he slowly pulls it down my legs without breaking eyes contact. My breathing hitches when Cole's lips meet the skin on my lower thigh, and I can't even think straight as he makes his way up my thigh until he's kissing right next to my throbbing core.

My bathing suit bottoms are still on, and it's almost torture how slow and teasing his kisses are. I let out a whimper to show him how much I need to be touched by him, but he just smirks and keeps doing what he's doing.

"Cole, please— I—" I pant, not even being able to think straight from my need to feel him.

"What is it, Amara?" he asks with a playful smirk, his voice soaked with desire.

"I— Touch me, please!" I beg. Normally, I'd be embarrassed at how desperate I sound, but I don't care right now, I just want him.

"I'm going to do way more than just touch you, princess," he drawls in a sultry tone, his grin only growing at my neediness.

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