He could move so fast it was scary.
In one smooth motion, he had pushed himself up off the bed, dropped his jeans and boxers to the floor and had his cock in his hand. He’d somehow produced a condom out of nowhere, and I watched, fascinated, as he unrolled it down his length. He stroked himself as he looked at me, then in another frighteningly fast move, he was hovering over me again. The press of his cock against my thigh felt so good that I groaned, but his face was pained. “Sweetheart, I promise you I would never hurt you. And I’m afraid that if we do it this way, I might.”
“So…” I exhaled. The shattering orgasm he’d just given me had only made me greedy for more. I wanted to feel him inside of me, I wanted to watch the way we connected and moved together. I wanted… Well… I wanted him to fuck me and now he was saying we couldn’t? “So you want me to… instead?” I gestured at my mouth.
He laughed. “That’s awfully sweet, and I’ll be happy to take you up on that offer some other time. But no, I said I wanted to fuck you and I meant it. I just want you to get on top.”
“I’ve never done it that way before,” I confessed.
“I think you’re gonna like it,” he said with a grin.
I bit my lip and then nodded. “Help me get up?”
His eyes wide, he slid his hand under me, pressing it to the small of my back. When I nodded again, he half lifted, half rolled. I held my arm protectively to my chest, but I didn’t need to worry. He was so skilled and so careful that before I could take in a breath, I was lying on top of him.
I placed my hand on his chest, curling my fingers to press into his skin. His heart was beating under them, strong and sure. Not racing like mine. “That was kind of impressive,” I told him. “How you moved me like that.”
His tongue flicked out and brushed across his bottom lip. “Speaking of things that are impressive…”
“Oh, real nice.”
“I was talking about your tits,” he rumbled, pushing himself up on his elbows to draw the peak of my nipple between his lips. I hissed, and he grinned up at me. “Why? Was there something else in this room you thought was impressive?”
Laughter bubbled up in my chest. I’d never laughed while naked with someone before. Never felt this push and pull between raw desire and complete ease. “Oh, I’m not so easily impressed, you know.”
“Guess I’ll just have to work harder then.” And just like that, the pull of easy comfort because the push of desire as he rocked me back until I was straddling him, poised with his cock brushing across the entrance to my pussy. The way he rolled his hips was some kind of witchcraft, and paired with the way he was nipping and sucking at one breast and then the other, I had no choice but to fall completely under his spell. With his strong hand guiding my hips in perfect rhythm, he let his cock brush over my clit and across my folds again, and again, bringing me right to the edge before pulling back and looking up at me. “Look at me,” he rumbled in a voice that was totally different from the Cooper I’d known so long. “I want to see your face when I do this.”
“Do what… oh!” My eyes flew wide open when his thumb pressed against the nub of my clit right as two of his thick fingers slid right inside me. I was so wet now and feeling so raw and needy that the sudden fullness was enough to send me right over the brink. “Oh… oh fuck…” I squeezed my eyes shut and tried not to lose control, but there was no escaping the rush of sensations. I went stiff and then boneless, falling forward into his arms and keening into his skin as the orgasm tore through me.
And right at the peak of sensation, Cooper slid himself inside of me.
I gasped and stared down at him. He leaned in until his forehead was pressed to mine. His eyes were a shade of blue I had never seen before, something completely unreal. The sky and the sea at the same time which made sense because I felt like I was both flying and floating in his arms.
He moved his hand, guiding me until I found my rhythm. It was so different to be able to control it, to move in the exact, precise way that I needed, and all the while Cooper watched me, his blue eyes fixed in rapt, awestruck attention. I felt like a goddess. I felt like a princess. I felt like someone else entirely, but that was my name he was saying over and over again as his body shivered.
“Willa,” he moaned, and I covered his mouth with mine right at the moment that he growled and thrust so deeply inside of me that I was sure we’d be fused together forever.
I closed my eyes, panting. He held me in his arms, loose enough not to hurt me but tight enough that I felt like his. His. It was unreal. Cooper Grant had just orgasmed with my name on his lips and now he was kissing my eyes back open again. “Hey there,” he murmured. “You good?”
“I’m good.”
He smiled. “I’m good too.”
I licked my lips. “Yeah, you are. You’re a very good man.”
He blinked, startled. And then his eyes softened as he realized what I was saying. “I like you too, Willa. I like you a whole hell of a lot, actually.”
I smiled, totally content, totally thrilled that I had gotten him so completely and utterly wrong.