It was like taking the step off a cliff, knowing gravity was going to do its thing, but also knowing there was a huge trampoline at the damn bottom, ready and waiting to catch me.
Cooper would always catch me.
That I knew.
He pulled back when I reached up to touch my lips to his, and I saw the question in his gaze, knew that he understood the significance of my reaching for his mouth.
We’d avoided the more intimate touches, so I knew he got the message.
I nodded slightly and reared up on tiptoe once more to reach for him.
The minute I sank into his kiss, it was like no time had passed at all. The years blurred, taking me back to those hot and sweaty moments in my apartment in college. I remembered the feel of him under my hands, the taste of him on my tongue.
I shuddered with the power of those memories, and let him sweep me away in the passion that we created together.
He was gentle, but there was a strength about him that was new. I knew that came from experience, and though a part of me was jealous of the women from whom that experience had been taught, but he swept me away again before I could get caught up in envy.
Instead, he pressed me to the back wall of the bedroom where we’d been sitting. He’d been packing his stuff up, and I’d been helping by bringing things from the closet.
He pushed
me against the closet door, and I felt the solid length of him pressing into me.
It was like being handed heaven, I realized.
God, how I’d missed this.
My hands scrabbled with the back of his shirt as I pulled the hem up so I could touch him. My fingers dug into the thick pads of muscle surrounding his spine, but it wasn’t enough. I needed to touch him more. Needed all of him on top of me.
With a moan, I pushed our hands between us and pressed until there was space where there hadn’t even been a sliver of air parting us.
He was breathing heavily, and I could see in his eyes how his control was in shreds.
I loved seeing him like that. Loved seeing the confusion and the need swirling in there too. The question.
Before he could form it on his lips, I pulled my shirt over my head, unfastened my bra. Within seconds, he realized I wasn’t pulling away, if anything, I was diving deeper into the fray.
As he watched me, he began to unbutton his shirt too, dragging it over head the minute the top buttons were unfastened. Next came his belt, then his fly was unzipped.
I wriggled out of my skirt, taking my panties with it.
Within seconds, we both stood in front of each other naked.
It wasn’t the first time I’d seen him like this or vice versa. I was a virgin, not a saint. I’d touched him, tasted all he had to give. I’d just never taken that final step.
Now, however, that was all going to change.
Our breathing grew heavy as we absorbed all the changes in one another.
He was stronger, bulkier. His muscles somehow sleeker yet compact, telling me he worked out a lot. His cock was thick and red, as long as I remembered it, and my pussy clenched at the prospect of finally taking him inside.
I could see the years hadn’t affected the attraction he felt for me. My body hadn’t changed all that much, but my curves were more pronounced. I wasn’t hard like him, but soft.
My breasts weren’t as perky as they’d once been, but that didn’t stop one of his fingers coming up to trace a ring around my nipple. Of gently teasing the pouting bud, until the small hairs on the back of my neck stood to attention with a solid salute.
He’d always owned my body. Had always possessed every single response I was capable of gifting him. It was why I had never been able to replace him. Why he’d been irreplaceable.
Though I’d been cautious to gift him with my virginity, that hadn’t been because of Cooper. But because of me. Because of my insecurities, and my past experiences.