“I think everything about you is beautiful, Owens. The look of you. The smell of you. The taste of you.”
He slides my sweatpants down gently and kisses my hip bones and my belly button. I start to grow nervous as he reaches my pubic hairline. That’s been a no man zone my whole life. I tense up.
“Are you nervous?”
“Uh-uh,” I lie.
“Do I have your permission to explore this beautiful body any further?”
“Yes.” I grin.
“Have there been any explorers here before me?”
“Coop!” I laugh. “Who asks a question like that at a time like this?”
“This is the time to ask it. I need to know how slow I need to go, how careful I need to be, because right now I want to rip your clothes off and devour your cunt. I’m sure it’s dripping for me by now.”
I almost choke on my own saliva.
“I don’t know how to answer that.”
“Are you a virgin, Owens?”
“Yes.”
He seems very pleased with that answer.
“I’ll go slow then.”
He slides my pants a bit down farther and slides a finger in between the folds and then into his mouth.
“You’re soaking fucking wet.”
I close my eyes in embarrassment.
Coop is so dirty.
“Eyes on me, darlin’.”
I open them slowly.
He’s grinning. Almost laughing.
“Do you think dirty thoughts about me when we’re at the office? When you’re watching me at practice? Are you wet like this all the time for me, Owens? You must be. You’ve been a very bad girl these last few years.”
“Coop!”
“Should I continue?”
“I feel like I already said yes a thousand times already. Stop playing around.”
“Just checking.” He chuckles. “I don’t want there to be any question that you were practically begging for it when you complain about how sore you are tomorrow.”
“Saying yes is begging?”
He yanks my pants completely to the floor now and lifts each one of my legs out of them.
“There will be begging,” he growls.
