His mouth rounded before he dropped a harsh little, “Fuck.”
“Very…want to see?” When I held up my hand, he staggered forward a couple of steps and then locked his mouth around my fingers and sucked on them.
My mind blanked as everything turned to sensation. He ran my fingers against his teeth and then slowly released them before he motioned with his chin. “Scoot up more, Beautiful.”
I shifted even as he crawled up me, dropping kisses along the way. One right inside my thigh, and then he nudged my clit with nose.
“I’ll be back,” he murmured, before kissing upward.
“Coop,” I gasped as he grazed his teeth to the underside of one breast. “Did you just talk to my…?”
“Tomypussy?” he corrected with a soft bite of my nipple, never looking away from me. “Yes, I did. She and I are about to have a very personal connection, and I believe in treating every part of you right.”
Laughter swelled through me. It was both dorky and sweet and so utterly him… Then his mouth was on mine, and the soft push of his cock teased my entrance.
“Truth,” I murmured between the kisses. “Or dare.”
He laughed as he began to press forward. The thickness seemed more somehow, and he gave little shallow thrusts, working his way in. When he urged my thigh higher, I went loose. He could maneuver me wherever he wanted. I’d stretch, I knew I would, but oh—the glide of him pushing inside narrowed the whole world.
“Truth,” he groaned. Beads of sweat gathered along his brow, and I licked at his lips until he kissed me again. Tongues tangling, I slid my hands down to his ass and gave into an urge I’d had for a while. Cupping one hand against each cheek, I gave his butt a squeeze, and he pushed as I pulled forward. He sank all the way to the hilt, and I dropped my head back.
‘Cause the sensation was intense. Coop’s gray-green eyes seemed almost black as he stared down at me. The lights were on, we were on top of the covers, there were no secrets, and I could feel him deep inside where every muscle had begun to flutter at the intrusion.
With a kiss to my throat, he studied me even as our breath came in these loud, little pants. Line crossed. No turning back from it. Never even occurred to me to hesitate. Not this time.
Not with Coop.
I adored all of them so much, and this…
“What do you want from me?” It wasn’t what I meant to ask. I’d planned to tease him. Ask him about some stupid painting thing we did at school that we planned to give to our moms. It had never made it home. Not that I really cared, but it had been funny.
That was what came out.
I ached from the feel of him, even as I grew more used to him. I shifted my other thigh to pull it higher, to wrap my legs around him, and his face went strained.
“Everything,” he assured me, and eased back almost as slowly as he’d pressed into me. The slow drag lit me up, but nowhere near as much when compared to when he pushed back in. Focusing grew hazier as I squeezed his ass, pushing up to meet him when he drew out the next time.
“Truth or dare.” He gritted the words out, and I laughed.
His muscles went tauter as I flexed around him and sweat slicked the contact. I was burning up, and we’d barely moved. Oh, I wanted him to…
“Truth,” I gasped out the word, and then he kissed me as he pumped his hips, each thrust seemed to push him deeper, or maybe it was the angle as I kept arching up to meet him.
He dug his hand against my hip and then hooked a thigh to push my leg higher. The stretch burned a bit, and then he snapped his hips forward and my whole body jolted.
“Can I have everything with you?” The question had me shuddering even as he increased the pace. The slide of his chest against mine sent fresh frissons of need to braid around the tension pulled so tight, it was going to cut me in half.
“Yes.” He could have whatever he wanted with me, and then he kissed me, and the words stopped. It was just his body thrumming into mine, and mine spiraling as we clawed and pulled. The tension expanded suddenly, breaking with a wave that had me keening even as I cried against his mouth. The soft grunts as his pace increased just drove me harder, and then it all splintered.
When he stiffened against me, I forced my eyes open. His face was a rictus of pleasured agony, and he sank down, panting against my ear. Eyes closed, I tipped my head back, boneless beneath his weight. I loved every inch of where he pressed me into the mattress.
How long we lay there trying to catch our breath, I had no idea, but my eyes were getting heavy. Then he kissed the column of my throat. Another tender brush to my lips as he stroked my hair back. I tried to open my eyes wider, but he murmured a shushing sound.
Then, “I’ll be right back.”
The absence of him had me shifting restlessly, but then he was back, and the lights went out just before he slid into the bed behind me and pulled me against his chest, the big spoon to my little spoon.
“Thank you,” he whispered against my ear. “That was…”