Only, Always, and Forever You

47 - Finally

I know I've been gone for a whileeeee, so this chapter is to make up for it...

Enjoy ;)

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Amara's POV:

"Cole..." I say gently, causing him to lift his head from my stomach and study my face.

He takes his hand out from behind my back to tuck a rogue strand of hair behind my ear. He is showing me that he is giving me his full attention because his eyes don't leave my face, instead they study every detail.

I bring my hand up to the side of his face and gently stroke his cheek. I figure that it's either now or never that I tell him how I feel, and thankfully, the tender look in his eyes gives me all of the confidence I need.

"Cole, I love you," I admit breathlessly, and it practically comes out as a whisper from how quiet I say it.

Cole freezes, and for a second I can't tell if it's a good or a bad thing. However, the affection in his eyes gets brighter and brighter, and I can feel his heartbeat increase as his chest lays against me.

"Say it again," he says, in the same breathless manner that I used.

"I love you," I repeat without hesitation, my voice sounding more strong this time.

Immediately after the word 'you' escapes my mouth, my lips are joined with his in a warm kiss. However, he quickly pulls away but maintains the little space between us.

"I love you, Amara," he responds, and butterflies explode all throughout my body.

I crash my lips back down onto his and twist my hands into his hair. Our lips dance as Cole's body melts into mine.

We pull away for a second to catch our breath, and he says it again with a massive smile: "I love you."

My lips share his smile as we reconnect our mouths in another passionate kiss. My legs wrap around his torso and pull him closer, and he starts to trail his kisses from my mouth down into the crook of my neck.

My hands wander, one weaving into his thick, brown hair and tugging, and the other gripping the fabric of his t-shirt, both earning a deep growl from him.

Although incredibly passionate, Cole is still gentle with his kisses and movements, but a part of me doesn't want him to be so soft...

I can feel his hardness against my warmth as we both involuntarily begin to grind into each other, desperately searching for contact, yearning for release.

Suddenly his teeth nip at a sweet spot on my neck, and my lips part and a soft moan slips out. I feel him grow even bigger at the sound of my pleasure, and he only becomes more focused on the spot. However, I can still tell that he is holding back.

"Cole," I practically moan out.

"Hmm?" he replies lowly, not taking his mouth away from my neck to reply with words.

"I want you," I beg breathlessly. "Please, Cole, I—" I gasp as he grinds into me, simultaneously biting at my collarbone.

I hear him groan with want and desperation, "Tell me what you want me to do, princess." He lifts his head up to meet my eyes, and he looks down at me as I lay speechless, "I'll do anything for you."

My entire body explodes in flames as the words leave his mouth, and I can't hide the smile that comes across my face. I try to bite my lip to suppress my grin, but doing this only makes the hungry look in Cole's eyes burn brighter.

"I want..." I begin, but before I continue I start to trail my hands from his back to his chest and then slowly down his torso, making him twitch as we hold eye contact. "I want to try something..."

His eyes flash with a lustful intent, but his gaze is even more so filled with love. He nods his head with a smile before rejoining our lips.

I sit up and guide him to lay down like I was, and I slowly make my way on top of him, straddling his hips while maintaining eye contact. My hands rest on his chest, and the idea I have causes my mind to fill with mischief, and yet my face takes on an innocent façade.

I start to slowly rock my hips back and forth atop his throbbing erection, and, without realizing it, I bite my bottom lip with a tiny smirk.

His hands eagerly glue themselves to my hips as his gaze grows more and more intense. I can tell that he knows that I know what I'm doing, and I enjoy watching the need in his eyes intensify.

"Amara," he groans, and it sounds almost like a warning, but it only further motivates my slow, teasing movements.

I continue to grind myself onto him, moving at a tantalizingly slow pace. It's torture for me as much as it is for him, but something in me likes to watch him writhe in desperation.

With growing mischief, I slowly bring my hands from his chest to the hem of the blouse I'm wearing, and I teasingly take it off, purposely making my movements as slow as possible.

Once it's off, I see Cole's lips part a little in pure admiration, finding the white lace bralette I had been wearing underneath my top. My erect nipples poke through the thin fabric, and I can tell they have caught his eyes as I continue grinding against him.

Then, while continuing to rock, I take his hands from my hips and bring them to the waist line of my denim skirt (which has ridden up and is basically no longer doing anything but being in the way).

I guide his hands to the button and zipper, which go down the entire skirt, being the only thing keeping it on, and he gets the hint and eagerly undoes them and takes it off.

He throws it off to the side, and then his hands immediately glue back to my body, but this time they travel to the white lace thong that I'm wearing, which matches the bralette.

"You were wearing only this under the skirt?" he asks as he hooks a finger under the lace, pulls it away from my hip, and then lets it snap back into place, causing me to let out a moan that I had been trying to suppress.

I bite my lip again and fein innocence as I nod in response. I can see that there is some protectiveness in his eyes, mixed with some jealousy, but I can also see the small smirk that grows on his lips.

He suddenly sits up so that our faces are right in front of each other, and his hands travel to my exposed ass and hungrily grab it. I take a sharp breath in, surprised by his movements, but then I regain control and mischievously smile again.

I bring my hands down to the hem of his shirt and begin to pull it up. He understands want I'm looking for and helps me by helping me to take it off. He throws it to the side, too, just like he did with my skirt.

He's looking at me with more need than before, expecting me to finally give in and let him do what he wants, but I don't oblige. Instead I push him back down, leaving him confused and a little disappointed, but he keeps himself propped up on his elbows, unable to keep his eyes off of me.

Although his eyes on my body makes me nervous, it also fills me with an incredible confidence that I have never felt before.

The confidence causes me to want to tease him more and more, and so I begin to grind against his clothed erection again, trailing my hands up my body. I bring them from my hips, to my stomach, and then to my chest, massaging and groping them as I continue to rub my aching clit against his hardness.

I begin to moan quietly as I get into a rhythm, pinching my nipples every once in a while to stimulate the pleasure.

I can feel him writhe underneath me, and I hear his deep, hearty groans get more and more needy as he watches. Seeing him like this, so eager for me, makes me enjoy this feeling even more...

To be continued...