It saddened me that I hadn’t been there to see that change, but he was here now and that was all that mattered.
With a moan, I slipped into the kiss, letting him invade my senses and dominate my feelings.
He was where he should always have been. In my arms, against my body, waiting to be inside me properly.
He reached down, and I could feel his hand between us but underneath me too. I realized his cock was in his fist as I felt his knuckles against my inner thighs, and knew what he was about.
I tried not to tense when he set the tip to the entrance of my body. Tried not to freeze as he used the same momentum of his tongue in my mouth to thrust into me.
A ragged gasp escaped me, enough to pull my lips from his as he made it inside me about a quarter of the way in.
I jerked my head to the side, let my nails come up to dig into his shoulders in a physical request for a break. He froze, whispered, “Lauren?”
I gulped, whispered back, “Just give me a minute.”
Around the thickness inside me, I flexed my inner muscles. It was almost impossible to relax around him, but I forced myself to, knowing that I wanted this and that my body just had to get with the program.
Once he was all the way inside me, things would change.
I hadn’t realized there would be an issue. I’d used a vibrator before, but apparently, Coop was a lot thicker that what I’d used in the past.
Biting my lip, I managed to relax around him and momentum as well as gravity worked against me. With the release of tension in my pussy, I began to slide down his cock.
He didn’t stop the move, neither did I. It was gentle, a slow progression, and I let it happen, knowing this was the kindest way—the one that wouldn’t hurt me so much after.
By the time he was all the way inside me, I was panting hard, but Cooper wasn’t much better.
Sweat sheened his skin, made him gleam in the dull light, but the way his chest heaved against me told me I was breaking the limits of his control once more.
The notion shouldn’t have excited me, but it did.
Hell, a virgin had to live vicariously sometimes.
Well, ex-virgin.
The new label shouldn’t have pleased me as much as it did, but hell, I could own it at least.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he whispered, pressing his forehead to mine. “I would have gone slower.”
“I didn’t want slow.” Not at first, anyway. “I just wanted you.”
I wriggled atop him and the movement had him groaning. “Stop fidgeting.”
I snorted. “You try that when you have something that big inside you.”
He froze, then chuckled. “Nah, it’s okay, babe. I can live without knowing.”
I huffed. “See.” I wiggled again, then rocked my hips. The sudden bolt of pleasure that filled me had my eyes widening in response. “Oh!” I whispered, then he did it again. That jolt of pleasure sent me reeling.
What the hell was that?
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, and his hips began to rock too, but unlike mine, his motion sent his cock sliding in and out of me. The dual sensations were more than I’d expected and in no time at all, I was gulping down air like it was in short supply.
My nails dug into his shoulders once more but for a different reason this time. A part of me wanted him to slow down, another to speed up. My body was confused, my brain a hazy mess.
“Wha...? Coop?” I asked him, not really needing an answer but so strung out at that moment I didn’t know what to do with myself.
When he groaned my name, I realized that was the answer I needed. Not that it was very informative, but then, maybe it wasn’t supposed to be.