He brushed his lips over her belly to her other side, took a light nip and suck just above that hip bone, and went up, kissing her arm, her neck, sucking her ear, whispering all the things about her he wanted, delighting in all her little noises of hesitant desire, until he hovered over her again, smiling down into her eyes.
“I want you, Siena.”
“You scare the shit out of me,” she whispered, her eyes shifting frantically back and forth between his.
He understood and didn’t take offense. “You’re safe with me, baby.”
Was she? Could he be what she needed? Did he really want that, after a lifetime of wanting nothing of the sort?
Yeah. Right now, he thought he could. Right now, he was seeing that his lifetime of deflecting connections had beenfearmore than anything else. The same fear Siena felt, maybe. A fear of being vulnerable, of letting someone see the tender parts of him, the parts that could be hurt. Thathad beenhurt.
The scars.
Holy shit.
Before that sudden understanding could totally freak him out, he shoved it aside for later and focused on the anxious, vulnerable, beautiful woman beneath him. “Tell me what you want, Siena. I won’t do anything else.”
This time, her eyes were still as she peered into his. Her hands slipped up his arms, over his shoulders, into his hair, and held him.
“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Please fuck me.”
He dropped his head to hers and claimed her mouth at once. Just as when he’d first laid her down, Siena went wild again, rocking her body against his, dragging his sweats off his hips, off his ass, as he snatched at her pants, ripping them down as well until they were both wrestling and rocking, trying to rid themselves of the constraining clothes without breaking the seal of their mouths.
Finally, they were free, and both too wild and desperate for caution or even for tenderness. Siena threw her legs around him again, and her fingers dug in at the small of his back, then up at his shoulder blades, then she dragged them down again in sharp, burning lines. Cooper grabbed his cock and found her pussy—fuck, she was liquidfire—he pushed in with a single, desperately fierce thrust, and the sudden intensity of it, her firm, slick, hot flesh sheathing him,squeezinghim, turned him instantly to stone. His eyes rolled up, and all he could do was feel. He couldn’t even breathe.
Beneath him, Siena had gone still and taut as well. Her head was thrown back so sharply her throat arched; he was pretty sure she wasn’t breathing.
When he had control over his limbs again, Cooper rocked back, pulling mostly free of her. Her moan echoed his groan. He pushed in again, and Siena finally softened.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” she chanted.
On his next thrust, she countered him, and he hit such depth in her he thought he’d never be free—and never would want to be.
“You feel so fucking good,” he whispered at her ear.
“Kiss me,” she whispered back. “Fuck me.”
“Anything you want.”
After that, there were no more words. They fucked with urgent frenzy, like rescued castaways at their first meal. Every time Cooper tried to catch a breath, Siena drew him back to the kiss. Every time Siena tried to drop her legs, Cooper caught them and wrapped them around him again. He was shoving into her so hard he could feel them traveling across the mat, and then he felt carpet under her shoulders. Soon they’d be at the wall, but he couldn’t stop, couldn’t slow down.
Suddenly, Siena tore her mouth from his with a noisy gasp and cried, “There, fuck, theretheretherethere, fuckfuckfuckFUCKOHFUCK!” and went still, her body arched and absolutely rigid except for the throbbing clench of her climaxing pussy around his cock.
That feeling was going to end him right here, right now. He wanted to hold still until she was finished, but he couldn’t. He surged again into her bowed body, and again, and again, until she screamed “OH MY GOD!” and came again.
Cooper came almost without warning, without even another thrust, just the feel of her pussy and the selfish delight of having released a second orgasm on the heels of her first, and he was done for.
When he had control of his faculties again, he opened his eyes and found Siena watching him, her expression calm but otherwise opaque. He also saw that they were off the mats and had very nearly crashed into the wall.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Regrets?”
She shook her head. Then her hand came up to cup his cheek. “You?”
“I have no regrets and am very okay.”