“Oh, I’m real,” I said, biting my lip as I teased myself with my fingers, putting on a little bit more of a show for him. Iwasa performer, after all, and he seemed to be enjoying the performance. “You’re about to feel just how real I am.”
Cooper glanced away, shy again. How washereal? If I hadn’t seen other people talk to him, I might’ve thought I was making him up.
But he was here. With me.Thiswas real, and it felt that way. Maybe more than anything ever had.
I cried out as Cooper finally hitjustthe right spot, back arching and toes curling. A tiny smile, more smug than shy, quirked one corner of his lips as he did it again, a slow, deliberate press this time that made me whimper.
My hips rocked all by themselves, teeth digging into my lower lip as I chased the feeling. Cooper looked adorable pleased with himself, eyes gleaming as he watched his fingers, tongue held between his teeth as he rocked them in and out again and again, hitting the same spot over and over.
Jolt after jolt of pleasure left me panting for breath, head tilted back and eyes screwed shut. It reallyhadbeen too long. I’d never liked doing this for myself. I’d never liked having itdoneto me half as much as I liked it now, thick, callused, careful fingers making me feel just the right side of too full.
“Okay?” Cooper asked, which was when I realized I’d fallen silent, too overwhelmed to speak.
I nodded. “Fantastic,” I managed, tongue thick and clumsy, hips rocking in tight circles. I neededmore, and I needed it now. “Cock. Now.”
Cooper chuckled, gaze trailing up my body to my face. He didn’t look smug anymore—his pupils were blown, his lips parted and glistening with spit. He looked like a man who was seeing something incredible.
If he didn’t fuck me soon, I was going to die.
“Now,” I repeated,almosthiding the needy whine in my voice.
Cooper propped me up on pillows wordlessly, handling me with the same care and ease he always did. Tension coiled in the pit of my stomach as the mattress dipped and creaked under us as he moved, tightening to the razor edge of pleasure-pain as he hovered over me, kneeling between my thighs. My skin was on fire, prickling all over, waiting for him to touch me again.
When he did, it was to flick a stray lock of hair away from my forehead, fingers so delicate I barely felt it except for the electric buzz of proximity.
It was like every opening night I’d ever danced, swarms of butterflies beating their wings in chaos inside me. I knew I wanted this, but I hadn’t realized how badly, how desperate I was for it, until the moment came.
“Sure about this?” Cooper asked, voice low and rough.
I nodded. I couldn’t bring myself to break the spell by speaking, too wound up to trust my voice anyway.
He hummed a happy sound and bent to kiss me, drawing the moment out into what felt like an eternity before his lips met mine. The rasp of his fingers down my thigh, moving me into position, made me gasp into his mouth.
Then the hot, blunt head of his cock was pressed up against me, and I forgot how to breathe. My hands curled around his shoulder and neck without conscious thought. Ineededto touch him. I needed him inside me. If I waited any longer, I was afraid I’d break apart.
He didn’t make me. He must’ve felt in my body, or known by the hitch of my breath or maybe the taste of the unspoken plea in my mouth, and the next moment he pushed into me, searing and thick and just this side of too much.
I dug my fingers deep into his shoulders and moaned into his mouth, tilting my hips, eager to take all of him. My ears rang with the perfect stretch and heat of him, toes curling at the feeling of his weight pressing against me.
“Fuck,” I murmured in his ear. I didn’t remember when I’d stopped kissing him, when I’d pressed my cheek to his, when I’d started clinging so close, but I couldn’t let go. Not when we were pressed together shoulders to hips, my thighs bracketing him, clenching with the urge to fuck myself on his gorgeous, perfect, tailor-made cock.
Cooper chuckled, a warm rumbling sound that vibrated in my chest as well as his, pressed together like we were. “That’s the plan.”
I made a needy noise in the back of my throat, too desperate to tease back. Cooper felt so fuckinggoodagainst me, inside me, on top of me, surrounding me, that I couldn’t spare any brain power for words. All there was space for waswant.
I moaned again, a broken, rasping sound that scraped the back of my throat as he rocked his hips, barely a half inch, testing.
“Oh,” Cooper breathed in my ear, so close the sound tickled the hairs at the back of my neck. “Oh,” he repeated as he moved again, and again, “oh, fuck.”
I turned my head to catch his mouth again, wanting to swallow down all of his pleasure. My fingers were cramping with how hard I was gripping him, but I didn’t care,couldn’t. Nothingbut Cooper and how he felt and howwefelt mattered to me anymore.
He took it slow like I’d asked, our bodies moving together atadagio, slow but expressive. Everything fell into the same rhythm, breathing, heartbeat. The soft sounds we both made. The way my fingers flexed against Cooper’s body. The way his mouth moved against my neck as he buried tiny sounds of pleasure in it. The pulse after pulse of pleasure as his cock hitjustthe right spot on every thrust, making me grip him even tighter.
I’d danced with hundreds of people, but I’d never felt this good about it. Four left feet or not, Cooper was the perfect partner.
The heavy coil of tension built in the pit of my stomach with every rock of Cooper’s hips, every hitch in his breath. I knew my thigh was cramping, straining with the way I had my knee hitched almost to my shoulder, but I couldn’t make myself care about that, either. All there was in the world was Cooper and how good he felt.
“Coop,” I gasped as his hips jerked, an off-tempo beat that sent a spike of bright pleasure to my core. He was getting close, and realizing that made me notice how closeIwas, too, even untouched.
