6. Cooper
6
COOPER
M aybe I’m a hypocrite, but sex with Renée Palmer was unexpectedly good. Hell, she tasted like woman and sea water. Salty and good. I would have eaten her all night, but I really needed to get inside her. My erection had gone from uncomfortable to downright aching to bust a nut.
Damn, she looked so fucking good under me. There was nothing sexually overt about her. She was one of those women who are quietly sensual.
She was beautiful without it being a manufactured aesthetic. Her body was neat and toned. She worked out but didn’t bulk out. My guess was yoga or Pilates. And her breasts…damn, her breasts made my mouth water.
Less than a handful, but round and perfect. If she was a B cup, I’d have been shocked. However, they were sexy as fucking hell. Her nipples were the most sensitive I’d ever had the pleasure to suck. I swear that turned me on so much.
I moved down her body again because I couldn’t stand not having my mouth on her. Her skin felt, smelled, and tasted incredible. I mean I knew when I walked up those steps and recognized her that I’d enjoy breaking her and that charlatan fake intellectual persona she projected to the world. What I didn’t expect was the very real vulnerability around the eyes and the set of her mouth.
If I didn’t know better, I’d swear this was an identical twin. The good one. She didn’t appear the same way when she strutted across the stage, telling people how to open their minds and spirits.
No, the woman beneath me was a multitude of contradictions.
I ran my tongue around the tip of one breast. She shivered and reached up to put her hands on my cheeks. I waited to see if she directed me to where she wanted or needed me, but she did nothing more than hold me.
A moan rose in my throat at the tenderness in her touch. For someone who had built an empire, she was surprisingly timid when it came to sex. For some reason, I thought she’d have me hog tied to the bed and having her wicked way with me. Still, I was glad she decided to hand me the control.
Renée arched her back as I continued to suck and lick at her breasts. They were wet and shiny from my mouth. I had a sudden urge to see my load spread over them.
Yeah, such hot thoughts were only making me crazier.
I moved over her again, rising up to whisper in her ear. “Slide the condom on my cock so I can fuck you.”
Her breath hitched and she shuddered, then did as told.
Ah, fuck me running.
Feeling those hands on me, touching me all the way down the length was enough to make me grind my teeth. As she reached the base, I put my lips against the shell of her ear. “Cup my balls.”
Her fingers trembled slightly, as she trailed her fingers down me to palm my sac. My turn to shudder.
She took her hand away as if burned. “Did I hurt you?”
I gave her a frustrated laugh that came out half groan. “No, Beautiful. It felt really good. You can touch me all you want.”
Not a lie.
I wanted her hands all over me. I wanted her hungry and wanting. Most of all I wanted her hot and wet.
I moved my hand up the inside of her thighs and touched her. Another moan tore from me as I came into contact with the proof that she was more than ready. Hell, there was practically a puddle on the duvet under her ass.
Between eating her out like a starving man and licking her tits into oblivion, she’d gotten very well lubricated. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
“Yes,” came out on a breath of assent.
Rising up, I notched myself at her entrance then slid in without problem. Christ, she was tight and hot and so fucking slick. Even through the condom she felt amazing on my cock.
I ground my hips into her, and she arched her back again. The hard points of her nipples brushed against my chest in a sexy little rub.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I breathed as I thrust into her again and again. Slow, then fast. I kept changing the rhythm, drawing out the moment when she fell.
Her beautiful gaze slammed into mine. “I’m so close.”
My lips curled into an evil grin. Oh, yeah, I knew I had her almost there. It was all part of the plan. Edging her over and over again until she begged me to take her over it. Until her prim little fingernails raked my back in ecstasy.
The goal was to drive her out of her ever-loving mind and leave her limp as a dishrag afterward.
I wanted to imprint myself on her until she fantasized about my cock every time she used a dildo. I wanted her to imagine my mouth on her whenever she stroked her clit.
Mostly, I wanted to ruin her for any other man.
Yes, it was mean and petty and totally selfish, but I wanted to own her. Every orgasm she had from this point forward a dedication and tribute to me.
She clenched around me. Her hands dug into my ass, pushing me harder. She lifted her hips higher, bringing them off the bed. “Just like that. Faster.”
I smiled down at her. “Not yet.”
“Please,” she panted out.
“No. Not yet, I said.” Only my breath kind of wheezed out. I mean, I was in shape and shit, but goddamn, this was a workout even for me.
But something unexpected happened. Between Renée lifting her hips and grabbing my ass, and me pumping like a horny fiend hellbent on testing the limits of my cardiovascular system, I lost control of my plan, and we exploded. Together.
Harsh shouts and strangled cries filled the hut, that slowed to heavy breathing.
I stared down into her face as she tried to catch her breath. She moved her hand up my side.
Shock filled the depths of her eyes.
Time to try and pull in some of my cred. I dropped a kiss on her forehead, then pulled out of her.
I closed my eyes, so I didn’t have to look at her. So, she wouldn’t see that I was as shocked as she was at the outcome.
That fucking her had been amazing.