wrists cuffed in one hand as he strokes my face with the other.
I shake my head but he can’t see it because his eyes close as he dips to kiss my neck, just below my jaw. It’s been a long time since I’ve wanted a man as much as I want Cooper. And for once my inner cynic stays quiet, allowing me to enjoy the sensation of his lips on my throat, my jaw, my cheek, my ear…in peace. When he kisses my lips, he releases my wrists and I bury my fingers in his thick hair, holding on for dear life. My legs follow suit, twining around his and Cooper pulls back a little, chuckling low in his throat.
“And this is why I’m still wearing my jeans.” He circles his pelvis against me and then rolls beside me and trails his fingers from my jaw, down my throat, continuing down between my breasts. “I’d have tumbled you already. Which…” He strokes the outside of my breast and across my nipple. “…would be a shame without taking the time to enjoy the view. Not very gentlemanlike.”
“Since when are you a gentleman?” He’s playing with my nipple and I arch my back in pleasure.
“Since I met you,” he whispers.
I mean to laugh but it sounds more like a groan. When he fixes his lips on the tip of my erect bud and sucks, grating his teeth against my sensitive flesh, I groan for real.
My eyes flutter open and I catch glimpses of the turning blades against the blue sky. There’s a plane streaking across the sky and…aahhh…I drive my chest higher as the suction increases.
Soon, Cooper’s on the move and my nipple tightens when the warm wind teases my exposed flesh.
“What are you doing?” I ask, tugging on his shoulders to bring him back up to my chest.
“Exploring.”
If by exploring he means tasting, then yes, he is exploring…with his tongue and his lips. My ribcage, the soft skin of my belly. My navel. My hips. The small rise covered by the cotton of my panties. I lift my hips thinking he’s going to slide them down, but he doesn’t. He explores lower, right where the lacy band meets my thigh. All this time, his hand is caressing my leg while gently pushing it back, opening me so that, except for my panties, I’m completely exposed.
“So pretty,” he murmurs, kissing and tasting while I writhe beneath him.
My lids flicker open again and this time I feel like I’m the one who’s spinning and the turbine blades are standing still.
With his index finger, he draws a line down the center of my pubic bone all the way around. “Christ, you’re wet,” he says and kisses me through my panties.
Oh God! I don’t know if I say it out loud or just in my head. I don’t care. He’s teasing me now, with the tip of his tongue, moving it back and forth against the tiny bulge beneath the damp material. The movement is light and fast and I try to surge toward him, but he’s holding my hips down not letting me move. Sweet torture. I cry out his name.
He groans and presses his hand against my warmth. “Fuck, Brooke I love hearing you say my name.”
He starts rubbing me harder and a couple of his fingers slide beneath the leg of my panties finding my wet heat.
“My God. You’re ready, aren’t you?” He grunts a little as he slides his fingers in and out faster and faster.
“Cooper,” I cry. “Cooper please.” I reach for him. His hand is relentless between my legs as he crawls up my length, finding my open mouth begging for a kiss. There’s no more finesse. His kiss is urgent and fierce and I work my hands between us desperate to tug off his jeans.
“You’re sure about this, right?” he asks raggedly.
“Yeah. I’m sure.”
He kicks off his boots then yanks down his jeans but not before retrieving a small packet from one of his pockets. Kneeling between my parted legs, he opens it. “Can you do something for me?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Touch yourself while I do this.”
I slide my hand between my legs and knead deeply while I watch him roll a condom over his length. He’s gorgeous. I knew
I shake my head but he can’t see it because his eyes close as he dips to kiss my neck, just below my jaw. It’s been a long time since I’ve wanted a man as much as I want Cooper. And for once my inner cynic stays quiet, allowing me to enjoy the sensation of his lips on my throat, my jaw, my cheek, my ear…in peace. When he kisses my lips, he releases my wrists and I bury my fingers in his thick hair, holding on for dear life. My legs follow suit, twining around his and Cooper pulls back a little, chuckling low in his throat.
“And this is why I’m still wearing my jeans.” He circles his pelvis against me and then rolls beside me and trails his fingers from my jaw, down my throat, continuing down between my breasts. “I’d have tumbled you already. Which…” He strokes the outside of my breast and across my nipple. “…would be a shame without taking the time to enjoy the view. Not very gentlemanlike.”
“Since when are you a gentleman?” He’s playing with my nipple and I arch my back in pleasure.
“Since I met you,” he whispers.
I mean to laugh but it sounds more like a groan. When he fixes his lips on the tip of my erect bud and sucks, grating his teeth against my sensitive flesh, I groan for real.
My eyes flutter open and I catch glimpses of the turning blades against the blue sky. There’s a plane streaking across the sky and…aahhh…I drive my chest higher as the suction increases.
Soon, Cooper’s on the move and my nipple tightens when the warm wind teases my exposed flesh.
“What are you doing?” I ask, tugging on his shoulders to bring him back up to my chest.
“Exploring.”
If by exploring he means tasting, then yes, he is exploring…with his tongue and his lips. My ribcage, the soft skin of my belly. My navel. My hips. The small rise covered by the cotton of my panties. I lift my hips thinking he’s going to slide them down, but he doesn’t. He explores lower, right where the lacy band meets my thigh. All this time, his hand is caressing my leg while gently pushing it back, opening me so that, except for my panties, I’m completely exposed.
“So pretty,” he murmurs, kissing and tasting while I writhe beneath him.
My lids flicker open again and this time I feel like I’m the one who’s spinning and the turbine blades are standing still.
With his index finger, he draws a line down the center of my pubic bone all the way around. “Christ, you’re wet,” he says and kisses me through my panties.
Oh God! I don’t know if I say it out loud or just in my head. I don’t care. He’s teasing me now, with the tip of his tongue, moving it back and forth against the tiny bulge beneath the damp material. The movement is light and fast and I try to surge toward him, but he’s holding my hips down not letting me move. Sweet torture. I cry out his name.
He groans and presses his hand against my warmth. “Fuck, Brooke I love hearing you say my name.”
He starts rubbing me harder and a couple of his fingers slide beneath the leg of my panties finding my wet heat.
“My God. You’re ready, aren’t you?” He grunts a little as he slides his fingers in and out faster and faster.
“Cooper,” I cry. “Cooper please.” I reach for him. His hand is relentless between my legs as he crawls up my length, finding my open mouth begging for a kiss. There’s no more finesse. His kiss is urgent and fierce and I work my hands between us desperate to tug off his jeans.
“You’re sure about this, right?” he asks raggedly.
“Yeah. I’m sure.”
He kicks off his boots then yanks down his jeans but not before retrieving a small packet from one of his pockets. Kneeling between my parted legs, he opens it. “Can you do something for me?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Touch yourself while I do this.”
I slide my hand between my legs and knead deeply while I watch him roll a condom over his length. He’s gorgeous. I knew
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