Chapter 13 #5
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. I needed to 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 fucking good against me, inside me, on top of me, surrounding me, that I couldn’t spare any brain power for words. All there was space for was want.
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. Nothing but Cooper and how he felt and how we felt mattered to me anymore.
He took it slow like I’d asked, our bodies moving together at adagio, 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 hit just the 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 close I was, too, even untouched.
I pried one of my hands off his shoulder to work it between us. “Wanna feel you inside me,” I murmured. “Need you to come first.”
He made a wounded sound, a hot puff of breath against my neck that made me shiver and clench.
Knowing he was as lost in this as I was sent my head spinning even as I got a hand on myself.
I’d made a mess of him, precome smeared all over his stomach, matting the hair there, sticky against my fingers as I stroked in time with his thrusts.
Cooper sped up a beat, longer, harder thrusts, his weight coming down on me with each one of them, so so so good it was all I could do to remember to breathe.
I squeezed him tight between my thighs, gasping and moaning at with every thrust, and for once I didn’t feel self-conscious about it, didn’t feel like I had to hold back.
“Coop,” I breathed again. “Coop, Coop.”
“Yeah,” he responded, swallowing, panting for breath. “‘m here. Almost.”
I whined as he sped up beat by beat to a headboard-banging pace, face buried in his shoulder, teetering on the edge now, needing a push over it to come.
“Please,” I begged, voice wrecked and trembling, a spike of pain running up my leg as I clenched my thighs, barely registering past the pounding of blood in my ears and the searing need right on the point of exploding, I just needed—
The sound Cooper made as he came, a shaking whimper spilled under the hinge of my jaw, was almost better than feeling it happen.
The rush of heat washed over me, the stuttering of his hips sending jolts of pleasure rippling through me.
I bit down on my lip, hard enough to bruise it, frantic to finish myself off, to catch the wave of Cooper’s orgasm and tip into my own.
“Fuck,” I bit out as I finally got there, the first pulse of it almost painful, another warm rush spilling over my hand, my stomach, my hips jerking as everything else in the world but the feel of Cooper’s skin plastered to mine, his cock still twitching inside me, and the wash of bliss rolling over me fading away.
There was nothing in the whole world but a fluffy cloud of pleasure and relief, and the man who’d pushed me onto it.
Pleasure rippled with every roll of Cooper’s hips as he rocked us both through it, panting in my ear as we slowed down, stopping just at the point of too much, oversensitivity making the edges of pleasure too sharp.
I missed Cooper the second he rolled off me, the two of us gasping for breath. For what might have been minutes, all I could do was stare up at the ceiling, too spent to move or speak or do anything other than try to catch my breath and remember how my limbs worked.
Cooper laughed beside me, a low rumbling sound that shook the mattress. Laughter welled up in my chest, too, and I couldn’t help it breaking free, sharper than his, bordering on the hysterical.
I couldn’t believe how good that’d been. I didn’t have the words to say so, and even if I had, there was no way I was getting my tongue to work anytime soon.
To my surprise, around the time I thought I could maybe twitch a finger, Cooper rolled me over and pulled me close to his chest. We were both sticky with sweat and other fluids, still breathing faster than normal, but the moment we were skin-to-skin again, something settled in me that I hadn’t even noticed was unsettled. Something clicked into place.
Cooper. Cooper clicked into place.
Fuck, he felt good. Even now, even overstimulated and exhausted, he felt too good to give up.
We stayed quiet for what might have been two minutes or half an hour, Cooper’s fingers tracing patterns on my skin, coming down. Breathing evening out, heart rates falling. I was so close to him that when mine dropped enough, I could hear his, strong and steady.
“Okay?” Cooper asked.
My thigh hurt. Not agony, but the kind of dull ache that told me I’d pay for it later.
I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything except staying exactly where I was, for as long as I could.
“Very okay.”