My eyelids flutter with a bolt of nerves. I have to use my mouth and hand with him, how the hell am I supposed to…
“I’ll go slow,” Cooper reassures me.
“Wouldn’t fast and just shoving it in be better?” Telling myself not to make a stupid retort seconds ago doesn’t work this time.
He bursts out laughing, gazing down at me like he doesn’t know what to do with me sometimes. “No.”
Repositioning himself between my legs, I swallow when the tip nudges at my entrance. I watch him the entire time, never letting my gaze drop to where he is, just as he said, inching into me slowly. Cooper hisses, jaw taut and eyes fluttering closed. He is forced to take a deep inhale with the next inch.
“You okay?” I check in.
I don’t understand what comes out of his mouth. It blends and ends on a hiss, but I take it as a yes. He then asks me the same question.
I can sense how flushed my skin is, feel how full I am. “I want all of it, Superstar.”
Cooper curses and bottoms out. Pausing. “Give me a minute,” he requests. He curses again. His eyes roam over me and catch on my bra. “Why is that still on? Take it off.”
I slip out of it, the wiggling has us both cursing, and I whimper.
“Might have been a bad decision, but dear lord, Sutton. Pretty. So Perfect.”
“Your minute is up,” I say desperately.
Cooper smiles. Pulls out, then pushes back in. He does this a few times, continuously making sure I’m okay.
I appreciate the sweetness, but I need more. I need him to—I say it instead, “Shut up, and fuck me, Cooper. Like you have in your dreams.”
A slow, lazy smirk works its way up his mouth. He picks up his pace, but I can tell he’s still being gentle, careful, and I can appreciate that. It doesn’t surprise me how good this is, but what catches me off guard is how complimentive Cooperis. Continuously telling me how beautiful I am between other praises.
“Can you come like this?” he asks.
I haven’t before. My ex and I only had sex a handful of times, and it was never anything like this. My body has never felt so alive, stimulated, and worked up before. “I want to.”
My eyes shut as I try to focus on getting there.
“Eyes on me, baby.”
They flutter open, burning into his. “Will you help me?”
“That does something to me, baby. Hearing you ask, wanting my help to come.” He thrusts into me hard. Pulling one of my legs up, resting my ankle on his shoulder. “You have no clue the hold you have over me.”
“Cooper.”
“Say it again.”
“Cooper,” I repeat. His name is a plea on my tongue.
My insides clench around him, and I know I’m close. This wave he’s already talked me through before is on the horizon, working its way through me.
He senses it too. Picking up his pace. Gripping my hips to tilt them where he’s the deepest he’s been yet, and I’m not sure how I could become even fuller. The position grinds me into him in a spectacular and mind-bending way.
“Sutton,” he whimpers. “I need you to?—”
My body is the violin he’s playing because with that, I let go. Cooper thrusts three more times before his back muscles flex, and he lets go with my name on his tongue. Once we both can breathe normally again and the condom is disposed of, he pulls me into him.
“Stay the night?”
“Only because it’s your birthday tomorrow,” I joke.
