-Isabel-
It was the first time Cole had been in my house since I told him I was moving to California.
We sat on my couch, kissing ad holding one another – and it was better than I remembered. His hands rested on my hips as I threaded my fingers through his hair. Each kiss was longer and more passionate than the last; as if it were the last we would share.
Such activities didn't need to last long before I realized that I needed to have him in a more intimate manner. And this time, I hoped he wouldn't reject.
"Cole, let's go upstairs… to my room." I whispered. His vivid green eyes met my own, flushed with a glossy haze. Desire.
If I was a betting woman, I'd say that mine probably mirrored his own.
Standing, I grabbed his hand and half led, half dragged him up the stairs and through the doorway leading into my room, half kicking and half slamming it shut.
The moment that door clicked shut, Cole turned on. He turned, slamming me into the wall and, instantly, his lips met my neck.
Rolling my hips against his, my head lolled to the side as I let out perhaps the girlish sigh I had ever even heard in all of my years of life. It was sort of embarrassing, but then I remembered – that was probably the last thing on Cole's mind. At the feel of my hips sliding against his, he let out a breathy groan that heated my skin underneath his lips as his teeth skimmed the edge of my collarbone, searching for a specific spot.
Cole's lips came to rest at the crook of my neck, in the soft hollow where my collarbone met my throat. Tilting his head forward, I could feel a soft pinch as he took my skin between his teeth and nibbled, sucking the sensitive, heated flesh and running his tongue over it.
I threw my head back (which was a bad idea on my part, since the slam that came from it colliding with the door almost startled us both into stopping) – and groaned, a sharp intake of breath that chilled the nerves of my teeth.
I was almost so distracted by where his lips were that I nearly forgot about where his hands had been going this entire time.
Calloused from years of doing God-knows-what, his fingers brushed every inch of my skin, igniting it. His hands roamed my body freely, running down my shoulder blades, sliding past the small of my back, settling on my stomach and inner thigh – you name it.
I had a feeling that he was no longer holding back, and I couldn't wait for him to really let it loose.

-Cole-
Half of me couldn't believe this was really, actually and truly happening, and the other half was too busy ravaging Isabel to really notice its counterpart.
I vaguely thought of every girl I had ever been with and all of the emotions that followed – and none of them could even compare to right here, right now, with Isabel. (And we weren't even in bed yet!)
She's barely doing anything (other than arching her back to lean into me and rolling her hips in such a way I thought I'd nearly explode), and she's making me feel unlike any other experience I'd had. (And I've had a lot of experiences.)
My fuzzy, light-headed brain managed to register the feeling, however, of her delicate hand sliding down my abdomen and to my jeans, toying with the zipper. Between the kisses and marks I left on her collarbone and throat; I sucked in a breath, pulling back in the slightest to take everything in.
Her long, perfectly tanned legs – tantalizingly short shorts, flat stomach – hidden beneath a pesky tank top that was bunched and rolled up as she slid against my own abdomen – and the tiny bit of black lace that peeked from the top of her now lopsided shirt.
I knew exactly what was under there.
To be honest, I didn't realize I was staring and fantasizing about her bra (and what lay beneath) until she hastily pulled off her own shirt, and then reached for mine.

I sort of just… stared. A lot.
"See something you like, Cole St. Clair?" Came a breathy chuckle.
I nodded fast, just as she pushed me onto the bed and quickly rid me of my jeans – revealing the problem I was having down there. She smirked, and I could bet a thousand dollars she was checking me out almost as much as I was her – but she would never admit it. Straddling my waist, she began to move our lips together once more, biting and even chewing on my lower. I happily obligued and brushed my fingers up her thighs, digging them into the junction of where they met her hip. She moaned softly, her breath warm against my lips as she pulled away to pant – and to slide her hands down my bare chest. Her fingers detoured only to brush across my nipples before they made their way down to the hem of my boxers – right underneath my bellybutton. She traced the sparse dusting of hair on my naval and I couldn't help the fact my breath caught halfway up my throat. She must've heard it, because I heard her laugh breathlessly, winded. In response – or revenge, really – I leaned forward, craning my neck to run my canines across her collarbone, sucking and nibbling on her heated flesh as I left a trail of dark-purple welts.
"Cole." She breathed, her breath husky.
I smiled big and continued on my attack. Over the sound of my own heartbeat pounding in my ears, I could make out Isabel's – racing behind the very chest I was exploring. I carefully outlined her bra with my lips, leaving little red-and-blue marks here and there. I was so busy with my attack, in fact, that I hadn't even noticed Isabel's hands carefully snaking down my boxers – pulling them far down enough that I could shimmy them off without much of an issue. So, I did as she planned – and felt the fabric fall to a pool at my ankles. I could feel her soft, delicate hands grasp the base of my shaft and bit my lip to hold back a soft whine of surprise. An explosion of heat pooled between my thighs as she slowly stroked up and down, unsure. But perhaps it was her awkwardness that was a turn on – the fact that I, Cole St. Clair, was Isabel Culpeper's first. Her novice in this subject granted me almost complete power over her – something I knew I was going to enjoy immensely.
I knew that, as it was her first time, I should go slow and show her just how to touch a man in all the right places – all the right places that would have him writhing under her touch. I knew it was up to me to show her how to take care of herself. But, to be honest, I was never a patient man. Nor was I the best teacher. So it wasn't long before I had our positions switched, and I settled atop of her – my hips between her thighs as I ghosted my lips across each pebbling nipple. Her hands had long since found their way to my head, her fingernails digging into my scalp as I twirled my tongue across each hardened bud – careful to give just the right amount of attention to each side.
But I was a man, and there was no way she or I could deny my own needs. It wasn't long before one of my hands slid down her side, pulling at the hem of her panties. That last, thin, torturous piece of fabric that covered Isabel's most private part – the part that I wanted to devour and ravage.
Isabel groaned, gasping for breath. "Cole!" she hissed between gritted teeth. I took this as a good reaction, before tearing off the panties. I thought I heard the tear of fabric, but I really just hoped that they were down to her knees now. And, hopefully, not ripped. Because the last thing I needed was to have her up my ass about that later.
I lifted my head to trace my lips up her jawline, settling my chin on her shoulder so that my lips pressed once against the lobe of her ear.
"I'll go slow." I promised.
"Don't you dare…" she half growled, half whimpered in response.
"Aren't you a virgin?" I asked, suddenly curious as I found her hips grinding up into mine, desperately seeking some sort of release.
"I don't care! Do it!" she snapped, her voice high pitched.
"No need to be so demanding." I paused, and, on second thought, added; "But I'll admit, it is sort of a turn on."
"Cole." She half snarled, her lust-glazed eyes sparking with irritation at my procrastination.
"Hmm~ Isabel, Isabel, Isabel…" I murmered teasingly as I rubbed small circles into her hips, pushing down hard – I heard another round of maons from beneath me.
"C…Cole…" she gasped.
"Yes?" I smiled innocently, my voice feigning disinterest as best I could.
"Fuck me, now!"
Well, she didn't need to tell me twice. I smiled, spreading her legs with careful hands as I aligned myself. Lurching forward, I slammed into her. A heavy gasp followed by a series of pained whimpers followed in suit as I attempted to pull out – but she stopped me by digging her finely manicured nails into my shoulder blades.
"Don't stop, Cole." Her voice seemed strained.
I moved slower at first, careful as I gave her time to adjust to my size and the sensation of being filled. But, at her command, I began to speed up. Soon enough, I was thrusting into her as fast as I could, grunting as the sound of my body colliding with hers set the beat for our chorus of heavy moans and sharp gasps for breath. She wrapped her legs around my waist, hooking her ankles together as I rocked with her body beneath me. I then grasped behind her upper thigh, hoisting her into an angle that had her screaming.
"Cole! God, Cole! Right there!" she groaned, gasping sharply as she raked her nails down my back. But, at this point, I didn't even notice that pain.
God, was she a fucking turn on.
I moved harder and impossibly deeper as I felt myself swell – or maybe that was her own walls, tightening around me. A few more thrusts and that did her in. She finished hard, her body going rigid as she mumbled my name, her voice wavering. We were a panting, sweating heap as she climbed to get atop of me and began to move up and down, grinding on me hard.
"Isabel!" I yelped. Whoa, wait, what? I yelped? No, that doesn't happen. Ever. I'm Cole St. Fucking Clair. I don't yelp. But Isabel was doing this incredible thing on top of me where she moved in this tight circle around me that I just – ugh! I fucking couldn't take it. She pushed herself harder on top of me, riding like an expert as she leaned forward to drag her lips across my own collarbone, sinking her teeth into my skin.
That was it.
I gripped her hips with firm fingers as I finished, an explosive warmth surging through my veins as something snapped inside my lower gut. I could feel myself empty into her as she collapsed onto my chest, panting heavily. I slowly rolled her off of me (and was rewarded with a surprising amount of wetness dripping onto my boys) as I scotched to hold her in my arms, kissing her cheek and running my fingers through her messy, sweaty hair. Her brilliant blue eyes glowing as she stared into my green. She leaned on my chest, using it as leverage to sit up and kiss me – hard. I wrapped my arms around her waist and mumbled into the kiss; "Round two?" with a throaty chuckle.
She smiled against my lips but tiredly shook her head. "I can't handle that… not again." She huffed, her voice trembling as she basked in the afterglow. "But thank you."
"For that earth-shattering orgasm you just had? You're welcome." I chuckled.
She rolled her eyes, but the smile never left her face. "For taking my virginity in the best, and possibly sexiest, way possible."
"And thank you for giving me the chance to." I retorted, leaning back against the headboard. Something burned on my shoulder blades and lower back. Fuck, I could only imagine how many scratches I must've had from her nails.
"Maybe I am up for another go…" she grinned, leaning forward to press our lips together once more.
"I'll make this time even better." I promised smugly, laughing softly.
"Is that even possible?" She all but gasped – probably teasingly, though.
Craning my neck down to press our foreheads together.
"Watch who you're talking to, babe."

-Isabel-

That cocky bastard.
Okay, well, maybe I'm being too harsh. He definitely is the sex God he makes himself out to be. As weird and out of place this may sound, I'm glad Cole was the one to take my virginity. I can say, with full confidence, that no other guy could make me feel like Cole just did and continues to do so. I've never slept with any other guy, but I've gotten far and no one sent ecstasy coursing through my veins particularly like Cole St. Clair did. I wished I wasn't leaving, especially now. Better get this in while I can, though.
He promised to make it better, and he did.
He kissed agonizingly slowly, down my body and dangerously close to a very, very sensitive spot – even just his hot breath was sending shivers of pleasure up my spine. He pulled away, though, and murmered. "We'll save that for another day."
"Who says you'll get this lucky again?" I sass, or pout, actually.
"Don't kid yourself, Isabel Culpeper, you'll want this again." He forced himself back up to run his tongue across my lower lip lightly.
He was right. I did want him. I wanted him now, and forever.

-Cole-

Let's just say, by the end of the night, the sheets were wet with some things that may or may not have been solely sweat – and Isabel and I might've "caught a cold" and our throats were a little too scratchy for normal.

But with her curled between me and the wall, her head resting against my chest and legs tangled with my own. (Girls legs are surprisingly smooth, too. Or maybe that's just because I'm a hairy beast of a man.) I couldn't help but to bask in the afterglow of it all. The orgasms, the feeling of closeness, and even just being connected to Isabel.
"Isabel… where does this leave us?" I murmured, curious.
She made a strange sound of half-response, and I repeated my question. "Fuck buddies?"
She shrugged. "Won't be much of that when I leave." She paused. "And I don't want you thinking of this like that… you're more important to me than just that." She smiled softly, her eyes fluttering shut once more.
We stayed like that for a while, just holding each other, before Isabel spoke again.
"Cole?"
I hmm-d awareness, waiting for her to speak as I leaned forward and exhaled deeply.
"we forgot a condom." She stated.
Leave it to Isabel to be the logical one during and after something like this. Really? That, of all things? Pathetic.
"Feels better without one." I shrugged with a half-grunt of amusement.
She nodded, too tired to argue, and curled up against the groove of my body once more.