I groaned, but I couldn’t deny his playful smile. “Whichever you want.”
“That is not how this works, Francesca.”
“Call me that again while I have my hand on your dick, Cooper.” I glared at him. “Idareyou.”
“No, I’m good,” he replied, all sweet smiles. Then he pressed a quick kiss to my lips. “Truth then…top or bottom?”
I hesitated, because I almost wanted to say top, but I didn’t want to whack him with the splint. It was heavy, and without something to rest it on, it would start making my wrist ache.
“Bottom,” I decided, and goosebumps raced over my skin as he traced his hands to my hips. “I’d say wherever with you too, but I have a feeling you might swat me.” I loosened my grip on his dick, albeit reluctantly, and he gave a little sigh as I reached for my shorts.
“Uh uh.” He nudged my hands away and then lifted and twisted until I could lie with my head on the pillows. Then he took the time to fluff up one and placed it under my right arm.
I really missed having it right now.
He stared down at me for a moment, and my face heated. The flush spread down my chest as though warmed by his gaze as he stroked it over me.
“You’re so pretty, Frankie,” he whispered. “I don’t think I ever tell you that. But you are. You’re gorgeous.”
Now my cheeks flamed for real, and he grinned.
“But one second.”
I swallowed as he slid off the bed. Where was he going? Admittedly, I had a really nice view of his ass as he bent, but I wanted him here not there. The sound of a zipper sliding on his backpack answered the question. He turned around with a pair of foil wrapped squares.
“Ambitious,” I teased, and he chuckled.
“I’ve been hard for a week. I’m pretty sure I’m going to go off like a shot and then need to recharge, but I’m all about giving it the effort.” I just wanted him to touch me. He set the packs on the bed and then reached up to catch the waistband of my shorts. With one light tug, he pulled them down and then stared at me.
No barriers at all.
“Really. Really. Pretty.” After pressing a kiss to my ankle, he brushed another to my knee as he worked his way up to my thighs. My heart hammered triple time as he pressed a kiss to the crease where my leg joined my hip. “It’s your turn.”
Fuck.
My turn?
“Truth or dare?” Right. I knew that.
He grinned as if reading my mind.
“Truth or dare, idiot.”
He chuckled the bite down lightly on the same place he’d kissed. His hands were so hot on my thighs where he began to stroke them up and down. The seesaw of nerves to excitement from earlier ratcheted higher as the tension in my belly drew ever tighter.
I ached to touch him and have him touch me. And at the same time, I grinned down at him. It was hard to not smile at Coop when he grinned up at me.
“Truth,” he decided before licking me from entrance to clit, and my hips arched as my brain cells scrambled. I couldn’t form words because of the way he slid his tongue in hard circles around my clit before sucking on it, and I twisted in his grasp, but he kept my legs open with his hands on my thighs. Everything in me clenched as I squeezed my eyes shut. He didn’t let up for an instant, the pressure intense and demanding, and then relief burst through me as I tipped over the edge.
I was still trembling when he chuckled and kissed a path up to my breasts. When I got my eyes open, his lips were shiny as he licked them slowly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear that.”
Laughing, I fisted his hair and dragged him up toward me. He kissed me without hesitation, and I sighed against his lips. He had most of his weight on his hands, but he still draped me, and it was damn nice. I rocked my hips up against his, the first brush of his cock against my pussy had us both hissing. The angle was just there, and he pressed forward, the first nudge of his tip demanding, then we were both straining.
I stretched, oh, I’d forgotten the intensity of the stretch as he rocked into me, pressing deeper each time. The drag was so much more, and I bit down on his shoulder by the time he sank all the way in.
“Fuck,” he exhaled against my ear, and I shuddered.
It was too much and not enough. Oh, I wanted to move. Why was it so much more intense? Everything in me seemed wholly focused on him. My inner muscles fluttered, and then I clenched, and he let out a hiss.