21. Cooper #2
I want to be close to her, to be her life raft in her most difficult times.
My suit jacket and tie are long gone and Meghan is in the shower while I order food for us—I’ve kept it light and ordered wonton soup, kung po chicken and a side of lo mein from the takeout down the block.
I’m pouring her a glass of wine when I hear the bathroom door open, and after a moment, she steps into the entryway of the kitchen. Her face is scrubbed clean and some of the puffiness has reduced around her eyes .
I imagine she’s been holed up in her apartment all day dealing with her grief alone. It hurts my heart to think that I wasn't there for her. Picking up the glass of wine, I hand it to her while pressing a brief soft kiss to her forehead.
My hand grasps hers, and I lead her to the living room. “Let’s sit down. Dinner should be here soon.”
“Thank you. For everything,” she mutters as she takes a sip from her glass.
She sits down on the couch, her legs curled up underneath her, and I take the seat next to her and rest my hand on her knee.
“Anytime.” I squeeze her knee, reassuring her and myself with the touch.
It’s such a non-response and so I’m not surprised when she stares at me with her brow furrowed for a minute before shaking her head and leaning across the coffee table to pick up the TV remote. I’m quite literally saved by the bell when the buzzer rings with the food.
As much as I want to tell her I’d do anything for her, right now isn’t the time to declare my feelings. When she comes back, we can sit down and have an honest conversation but for now I’m just going to keep her company.
“I’ll get it.” I smooth down her hair as I stand and place a soft kiss on the top of her head before going to the door.
With the food in hand, I walk to the kitchen to dish up.
After opening nearly every cupboard, I find what I need to be able to dish up without bothering her.
On a tray, I load up a container of soup, a plate of noodles and some chicken for her, carrying it out to her on the couch.
She’s still flicking through the channels in the same position I left her in, and as I settle her tray in her lap, she stops on The Great British Bake-Off.
We eat in relative silence, with only me asking questions to determine what time she needs to leave and will land.
It’s late by the time we’ve finished eating, so I send her to bed as I tidy up our mess before I text Christopher, asking him to pick us up at six in the morning.
As I walk into her room, in the dim light of the bedside table, I can see she’s lying on her side, facing away from the door. The sounds of her soft sobs are muffled by her pillow, but she can’t hide the way her body trembles with each one.
Undressing, I climb under the covers next to her, pulling her body into my own so that I’m curled around her. She turns around and buries her head in the space between my collar and jaw. When her cries die down, she starts dropping soft kisses across my chest.
“Meghan… baby…” I plead as her hand reaches down past the waistband of my boxers. I encircle her wrist, bringing it up between us, before she can grab my cock, smoothing her hair out of her face as she looks up at me.
“Please Cooper, I need you. I need you to make me forget. Just for a moment.” Her voice is quiet, almost a whisper as she pleads with me.
It’s the vulnerability shining in her eyes that makes me give in.
I don’t want to take advantage of her, but I do want to comfort her and help her through this difficult time.
I roll her onto her back and slowly peel off the fresh PJs she’s put on after her shower.
We spend a while just kissing and exploring each other’s mouths like it’s our first time.
I could spend an eternity kissing her .
Moving to the sensitive space between her jaw and shoulder, I move down her body, past her breastbone in a straight line to her perfect mound.
“Are you sure you want this?” If she told me to stop, I would.
“Yes, I’m sure. I need you. I need this.”
Her hands find my hair as she lifts her hips toward my mouth and I take my first taste of her, my tongue sweeping through the already damp folds. Her back arches off of the bed as she lets out a low moan of satisfaction.
Sucking on her clit, she grinds her pussy into my face and I bring a hand up to palm her breast. The nipple hardens and I use my thumb and forefinger to tweak the hard bullet.
Her hips buck against me as I continue sucking and flicking her clit, using my teeth to nip at the sensitive bud before soothing it with my tongue.
I ease a finger inside her tight channel and start a steady pace, my thumb circling on her clit.
Making my way up her body, I take her nipple into my mouth and suck on it before flicking it with my tongue.
Adding another finger and slowly fucking her pussy, I give each of her breasts equal attention before capturing her mouth, giving her a taste of herself as I devour her.
“Cooper…” she gasps. “I want you. Please,” she begs .
I move back down her body, replacing my thumb with my tongue, and she comes on my fingers as I continue to lap her up, crying out at the force of her orgasm.
When she goes limp and languid, I crawl up her body toward the head of the bed, placing a soft kiss on her shoulder before I move to lie beside her.
Pleading eyes look up at me, and even though my cock is unbearably hard, and I want nothing more than to slam into her, this is about her tonight. About giving her a reprieve from her thoughts.
“I want you,” she cries out as she grabs at my boxers.
“I want you too, so much, but not tonight, baby. This is about you,” I reassure her as I pull her into my side.
I roll out of her reach and just as I’m about to move so that I am behind her, she has me on my back as she straddles my hips.
“It’s not just for you. It’s for me. Please.”
In the dim light of the room, my eyes roam over her face before I give a nod of consent.
“Thank you,” she whispers, her hands smoothing over my chest.
Pushing my boxers out of the way, she eases herself onto my throbbing cock and I release a hiss at the sensation of entering her. It feels brand new every time. I grab hold of her hips as she slowly rocks back and forth, adjusting to my size.
It’s torture of the best kind.
Her head falls back as she plays with her breasts and gets herself off on my cock.
I can feel her orgasm building by the tremors rocking through her body and so I flip her onto her back and lift her leg to my waist, increasing the pace and pressure to bring us both to completion—her with a screamed moan and me with a grunt of release.
“Thank you, thank you,” she chants, tears brimming in her eyes.
Instead of saying what I want to say, that I love her, I’ve shown her physically how much she means to me. It’s not enough. Still inside of her, I kiss her before pulling back to look into her eyes, hoping what I feel is conveyed in the depths of my gaze.
I hope she can see all the things in them that I’m too much of a coward to say.