“That feels so good,” she whispers.
“I need to taste you, Jo,” I mumble, my hands already going to the button on her pants. “I have to taste you.”
Her body goes still and I force myself to stop and look at her. I see the need and want in her gaze, but I also see the indecision. If I do this, it will be because she wants it—because she asks me to. Whatever this is with Jo is too important not to have her with me every step of the way.
“Cooper…”
“Yes or no, sunshine. This has to be your choice. I’m not asking you to let me fuck you tonight. I know you’re not ready for that. I’m just asking you to let me make you feel good. Let me give you pleasure. Let me taste you.” I see the way her pupils dilate with her lust. “Will you let me do that?” I ask her, and feel like I’m hanging on the edge of a fucking cliff while I wait for her answer.* * *JoI know what I want to say, but the words are lodged in my throat.
I’m aroused, almost embarrassingly so. My pussy is wet, my nipples these hard, little pebbles underneath my shirt. I have no doubt Cooper can see them poking through the material. In fact, I see him gaze down. He sees how excited I am; how much I need him. He’d be blind not to. He still remains silent, but a deep rumble leaves him.
Take me.
Fuck me.
That’s what I want to say, demand, but I’m also hesitant. I don’t just want to throw myself in bed with Cooper. That would be bad news for both of us, mainly because my emotions would cloud everything.
They already are.
That is the truth. My emotions for Cooper are so far gone, I don’t even know how they’ve gotten away from me so quickly.
“Cooper,” I whisper, the words playing on my tongue, ready to sail forth. I want him in my bed, between my thighs. I want him taking my virginity, but this is moving so fast, far quicker than I’m comfortable with.
Say it.
He wants to make me feel good, so what can it hurt?
My heart is beating so fast, so hard. I am so nervous. Can he tell? No doubt.
“I can see it on your face,” he says gruffly. “You want this but you’re afraid of your feelings. Isn’t that right, baby?”
I find myself nodding.
“Let me make you feel good, Jo. Let me make you come all over my face. That’s as far as it will go tonight. It’ll be all about you. Only you.” His body is pressed right to mine now, the hard outline of his erection digging against my belly. “Say it, baby. Don’t be afraid.” He cups my cheeks and I inhale deeply. “I’ll take real good care of you.”
“Yes,” I find myself saying instantly, needing this, not caring about the repercussions, about how things will play out in the morning.
He groans and leans in to bury his face in the crook of my neck, rubbing the tip of his nose up the side of my throat, making me moan from the soft touch.
He pulls back before I can let myself get fully absorbed in the feeling of his stubble against my flesh. Cooper has my hand in his and is leading us out of the room.
“Where are we going?” It’s not like he knows his way around my house but the purposeful strides make me feel like he’s in charge, like he knows exactly where he’s going.
“I need you on a bed. No way I’m enjoying you in a kitchen or on a fucking couch.”
My pulse jackknifes with his words.
I find myself directing him to my room, and once we are in there he lets go of my hand and shuts the bedroom door.
“The light, baby, turn it on,” he says, the tone of his voice deeply sexual. I go over to the bedside table and turn on the lamp. A soft glow fills the room. “I want to see you when I eat your fucking pussy out.”
Good. God.
I could get off from his words alone.
Cooper is in front of me a moment later, but not before I spot the way his jeans are tented, the massive outline of his cock pressing against the material. My mouth dries at the knowledge of what it would feel like to have that in me, to have his cock stretching me.
To have him taking my virginity.
“You should probably take your pants and panties off, Jo. Because if I do it, I’m liable to tear the fucking things off and destroy them.”
God, he’s so masculine. The way his voice is pitched lower, his arousal clearly taking over, turns me on like nothing else.
I undo the button of my jeans with shaking hands, then pull the zipper down. Every part of me is tense, nervous, as I pull my pants and panties down my legs before kicking them off and to the side. The shirt I’m wearing is a little longer, hiding the most intimate part of me from Cooper. But I can see the way he looks down, how he lifts his hand up to run his palm along his mouth.