Cooper groans with the friction, and I pin my lips together, swallowing my whimper.
“Let me hear you,” he grumbles letting go of my wrists and pressing a line of kisses down my stomach.
He reaches my hips.
“Coop, please,” I moan.
He sits back on his heels and grabs both of my knees, yanking me up onto his thighs. I don’t have a second to breathe as he thrusts himself into me.
My head lolls back on a loud moan, and Cooper groans long and low, pausing to give me a second to acclimate.
“Move, please,” I whisper, reaching for him, for sheets, something because this angle is about to send me into space.
“It’s like you were made for me,” he says, lifting my hips. He rocks into me lazily, deeply, ravishing me with every heavy breath.
Needing more, I reach for him, and he drops over me, keeping my knees hooked around his thighs. He groans again, and I sigh, pulling his mouth to mine.
Every stroke of his tongue and thrust of his hips lights a fire in my core until I’m a melting, babbling mess. He picks up his pace, ramming into me with ruthless abandon, sending sparks shooting through my sternum, making me cry out. And dare I say, it’s almost angry, and I like it.
I lift my hips frantically, trying to meet his rhythm.
He whimpers, breathing roughly in my ear, and I love that I’m able to bring him to the edge of himself.
Another shiver runs through me, and Cooper licks the side of my neck over my pulse.
He grunts, hips still desperate and deep until he pulls back, and I groan from the loss. He puts my leg in the crook of his elbow and rocks back into me with primitive intention. Everything is too much and not enough all at the same time.
Lava flows from my chest to my center, and I feel myself sitting at the edge, at his mercy. Then he slows, drawing out and thrusting back in.
“Every inch of me is yours,” he grunts out.
I gasp, overwhelmed by him,by us.
“Look at me,” he commands, bodies unrelenting.
I open my eyes and he changes the angle of our bodies just enough the lava becomes an eruption. My back arches, all I see are stars and I ride the wave of us, gasping for air, my scream is cut off my vocal chords giving out.
Cooper groans, slowing through his release. But still hungry, still desperate. My chest heaves for oxygen watching him fall apart, sending aftershocks zipping through me.
He keeps moving, sitting back to look between us as his hips lift softly. Hair a mess, and his eyes focused completely on our connection. I love that he’s so deep into us. I don’t know where I start or where he begins.
Not sure how to articulate that with words, I reach for him, hoping he can read it from my body.
He thrusts himself into me one more time, and we groan simultaneously.
He looks up and gently rests my lower half on the bed and tosses himself next to me, gathering me into his chest. “I’ll never get enough of you. Call me clingy, obsessed, I don’t care,” he says, nuzzling my neck.
I lean back, searching for his lips. Our mouths skim and taste each other, exploring this new way of loving each other.
Eventually, we pull back, needing to breathe, and he stares down at me, but reality is the elephant in the room.
“When do you want to talk?” I ask him.
He sighs and rubs a thumb on my shoulder while I stay tucked into his side.
I could stay here all day.
“Rebekah called me.”
