back on the couch, her eyes were closed, and the moans echoing across the room made his dick rock hard.
Whoa! Put on the brakes! Faith was his friend. When did he start thinking of her that way? When? Hell, the moment she started making sounds of ecstasy sitting next to him while his hands were on her body. That’s when.
“Fuck, woman. If this is what you sound like when getting a foot massage, I wonder how you sound in bed,” the words were said before he could pull them back. Images of the two of them in bed entered his mind. He couldn’t help but picture her in the throes of passion, making sounds just like this as he stroked in and out of her. Suddenly, his fingers itched to touch her bare skin. His lips tingled with the thought of suckling on her hard nipples and feeling her hands wrap around his shoulders. Just as he was getting deeper into his fantasy, Faith jumped up and tried to pull away from him.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Faith. It must have felt good.” Feeling her pull her feet off of his lap, he protested, “No, don’t move. I like this. I like knowing that I can do something to make you happy.”
Dropping her head in her hands, she seemed to gather herself and then looked at him again, “Fine, but no more commenting on how I sound in bed.”
Picking up the motion with his hands again, he questioned, “Why not?”
“Because you’re not supposed to know, or care, what I sound like in bed,” she quipped back. Crossing her arms over her ample chest, as if to close herself off from him, she gave him a stern look.
His eyes were drawn to the movement, he watched her breasts adjust and move as her arms folded under them. Unbidden, another rolling scene that featured him and Faith naked and entwined on the floor of his family room popped into his head.
Vivid pictures played in his mind and he simply allowed them to play. He wanted to understand just how far he was willing to take this. His mouth watered as he continued to think about how it would feel to be latched onto one of her breasts, suckling on one of her nipples as he thrust his cock into her hot channel. How would it feel to have her thick legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in tight to her body? Not allowing him to pull away from her as she took her pleasure from his body. Her screams and moans of ecstasy the only sound in the room as he claimed her…claimed the woman that made him finally want more.
“Cooper.”
Feeling a nudge on his arm, he looked up at Faith. Something on his face must have reflected his inner thoughts. Because she gasped as she looked at him, her eyes widening first in alarm, then in something else. If she didn’t know better, she would think he was feeling and thinking the same thing.
“Cooper, I should go now,” she whispered to him.
It took a few moments for him to answer, “Why?”
Shifting to sit up, her feet slowly moved away from his lap, which he allowed this time. Faith reached down and grabbed her shoes from where she had placed them when they arrived to the house. “It’s late. We’ve had a long day. We’re both tired.” Standing up, she began to gather her other belongings, looking around the room as if she were missing something.
Lifting up from the couch, he came to stand in front of her. Just inches separated their bodies, but it felt like miles. Now that the thought had entered his head, he couldn’t—wouldn’t—allow it to just leave. He watched her fidget and knew she was nervous.
“You okay, Faith? You can stay. We can eat something,” he said as he closed the distance between them.
She stood there, not moving as he brought his body flush with hers. Everything in him wanted to just rip her clothes off and take what he wanted, but he knew that wasn’t the move he needed to make. Faith needed time. Maybe she needed to catch up with where he was.
“I’m fine, Cooper,” she responded breathlessly.
“Alright. If
Whoa! Put on the brakes! Faith was his friend. When did he start thinking of her that way? When? Hell, the moment she started making sounds of ecstasy sitting next to him while his hands were on her body. That’s when.
“Fuck, woman. If this is what you sound like when getting a foot massage, I wonder how you sound in bed,” the words were said before he could pull them back. Images of the two of them in bed entered his mind. He couldn’t help but picture her in the throes of passion, making sounds just like this as he stroked in and out of her. Suddenly, his fingers itched to touch her bare skin. His lips tingled with the thought of suckling on her hard nipples and feeling her hands wrap around his shoulders. Just as he was getting deeper into his fantasy, Faith jumped up and tried to pull away from him.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Faith. It must have felt good.” Feeling her pull her feet off of his lap, he protested, “No, don’t move. I like this. I like knowing that I can do something to make you happy.”
Dropping her head in her hands, she seemed to gather herself and then looked at him again, “Fine, but no more commenting on how I sound in bed.”
Picking up the motion with his hands again, he questioned, “Why not?”
“Because you’re not supposed to know, or care, what I sound like in bed,” she quipped back. Crossing her arms over her ample chest, as if to close herself off from him, she gave him a stern look.
His eyes were drawn to the movement, he watched her breasts adjust and move as her arms folded under them. Unbidden, another rolling scene that featured him and Faith naked and entwined on the floor of his family room popped into his head.
Vivid pictures played in his mind and he simply allowed them to play. He wanted to understand just how far he was willing to take this. His mouth watered as he continued to think about how it would feel to be latched onto one of her breasts, suckling on one of her nipples as he thrust his cock into her hot channel. How would it feel to have her thick legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in tight to her body? Not allowing him to pull away from her as she took her pleasure from his body. Her screams and moans of ecstasy the only sound in the room as he claimed her…claimed the woman that made him finally want more.
“Cooper.”
Feeling a nudge on his arm, he looked up at Faith. Something on his face must have reflected his inner thoughts. Because she gasped as she looked at him, her eyes widening first in alarm, then in something else. If she didn’t know better, she would think he was feeling and thinking the same thing.
“Cooper, I should go now,” she whispered to him.
It took a few moments for him to answer, “Why?”
Shifting to sit up, her feet slowly moved away from his lap, which he allowed this time. Faith reached down and grabbed her shoes from where she had placed them when they arrived to the house. “It’s late. We’ve had a long day. We’re both tired.” Standing up, she began to gather her other belongings, looking around the room as if she were missing something.
Lifting up from the couch, he came to stand in front of her. Just inches separated their bodies, but it felt like miles. Now that the thought had entered his head, he couldn’t—wouldn’t—allow it to just leave. He watched her fidget and knew she was nervous.
“You okay, Faith? You can stay. We can eat something,” he said as he closed the distance between them.
She stood there, not moving as he brought his body flush with hers. Everything in him wanted to just rip her clothes off and take what he wanted, but he knew that wasn’t the move he needed to make. Faith needed time. Maybe she needed to catch up with where he was.
“I’m fine, Cooper,” she responded breathlessly.
“Alright. If
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