My eyes fall shut as sensation floods through me. The feel of his hands, his voice, the sound of his breathing growing heavier against my throat.
He moves lower, circling my entrance, and I jolt forward, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Oh God… that feels good.”
I press my mouth to his neck, trying to muffle the sounds between us, but my arousal slicks my thighs and coats his fingers as he keeps touching me.
“Please… Coop.”
This time, he gives in and slowly slides a digit inside me. My breath stutters as he pumps once, then adds another, his palm pressing against my clit while I grind into him.
“That’s it, Brinley. Ride my fingers.”
My nails drag down the back of his neck, my tongue grazing his skin. I feel almost outside myself—reckless and desperate for everything he’ll give me.
He picks up the pace, his hand moving smoothly, the pressure of his palm pushing me closer to the edge.
“So fucking sexy like this,” he mutters. “Letting me take care of you. Tell me this is mine.”
“Ye-yes,” I pant. “All yours. I’m yours.”
He growls, and the next thrust of his fingers hits perfectly. My body tenses, then breaks. Pleasure crashes through me before I can stop it. My moans grow louder as I shudder, his arm locking around me to keep me from slipping off the couch.
I bury my face in his neck as the tremors fade, his chest rising and falling hard beneath mine.
Sliding my hand between us, I press my palm against him, thick and straining behind his jeans.
I reach for his button.
“You don’t have to,” he says softly. “This isn’t about me.”
My eyes lift to his. “You don’t want to?”
“Fuck, I want to,” he breathes. “I just don’t want you to feel like you have to tonight.”
Hearing that only steadies me. I slip my hand beneath his waistband and wrap my fingers around him.
He’s warm and heavy in my palm, already slick when my thumb glides over the tip.
Cooper inhales sharply, teeth clenched, hands tightening on my hips.
“Push them down for me,” I murmur.
His nostrils flare as he shoves his jeans lower. I shift back slightly, spit into my palm, and stroke him.
His hips thrust into my hand, head falling back against the couch.
“God… I need you. Need to feel you.”
I crawl forward, teasing the tip through my folds until we both groan. He curses under his breath, reaching between us to grab a condom from his wallet and roll it on before his hand finds mine and guides me down in one smooth motion.
“Holy fuck,” he mutters.
His eyes lock onto my face, studying every reaction.
“Ride me, baby. Come for me again. I want to feel it,” he growls.
His hand grips my ass, another sharp smack urging me on. I grab his chin, forcing him to keep watching as I move over him, our thighs slapping with every thrust.
