24. Cooper
24
Cooper
H alfway to Boston for our stay-cation as Trinia keeps calling it she asks me for the third time, “So what are we doing this weekend?”
I just smile and keep driving.
She’s brought up not knowing what she should pack or wear. If she needs walking shoes or something fancier. A swimsuit or a lighter jacket. She’s anxious, and I love it when she is flustered.
Trinia wears her emotions on her sleeve. Unlike her mother or stone cold uncles who hid them at the bottom of a bottle or a clenched fist. I’ve always known exactly what Trinia is feeling.
I feel the rush of adrenaline when her heart leaps and the ache of sadness when she cries. It’s one of the reasons I’ve always loved surprising her so much. Her shock is like an instant dopamine rush.
“I’m not telling you so stop asking. The point of a surprise is that you don’t know about it. If you need something we can shop when we get there.” I smile and take her hand.
Without the distraction of fidgeting with her fingers her leg starts to bounce and I roll my eyes. On more than one occasion I’ve considered introducing her to a little sticky herb called Mary Jane but I love her just the way she is. Often frazzled and bouncing from one emotion to the next faster than Vin Diesel can take on a quarter mile.
We eventually pull up in front of a building that looks half storefront, half factory, in the middle of an industrial park. I had no trouble finding it since it’s the only one with a bubble gum pink door.
Holding it open, Trinia looks up at me in question. Though, I simply gesture for her to step inside where we are greeted at the counter by a tall red head in a white lab coat and a name tag that says ‘Kimberly’.
“You must be Trinia. I am so excited to show you around.” Kimberly reaches out and shakes our hands.
“Show me around what exactly?” Trinia hesitates, noticing the name tag and looking at me before taking in the room.
Various shapes of fragrance bottles line the shelves while printed canvas images of flowers, baked goods, and nature hang from the walls.
“Cooper hasn’t filled you in on what we are doing today?” Kimberly asks as her hands come together in front of her.
“I haven’t said a word. It’s all a surprise so feel free to explain your process.” I pretend to zip my lips with my fingers and Kimberly’s eyes light up.
“Oh how fun!” She smiles and takes Trinia’s hand. Pulling her over to a hanging rack full of lab coats. “Well I’m a perfumer or as I like to call myself a scent stylist. Cooper mentioned he had gifted you a perfume years ago that you still wear today and thought it was time for an upgrade. I’m here to help you design your very own custom signature scent.” The self-titled scent stylist beams as she holds up a lab coat open for Trinia to slip her arms in.
“Cooper.” Trinia’s big blue eyes well with tears as her hands cup her open mouth. “ Seriously ?”
“We are starting over, dorogoy. Let’s create a scent that will remind us of our new memories.” I reach up and wipe a tear that broke free before pulling her hands away from her mouth and kissing her lips.
Her hands hold my face as she kisses me before wrapping her arms around my neck. “I love you, krasivyy.”
“I love you too, beautiful.”
* * *
Trinia ended up creating a more luxurious and sophisticated version of the perfume she wore daily for over a decade and I love it because it still smells like her. She selected notes of amber, vanilla, sandalwood, and cotton. It’s light and soft but still warm and sexy. Not sweet or overbearing but classy and delicate just like her.
Scanning the key card I open the door to our suit at The Newbury hotel. I notice the curtains are pulled open to showcase the view of the Boston Commons and the public gardens as I set our bags down.
“Oh my god.” She runs over to the window, soaking in the view. “This is gorgeous.”
I come up behind her and spin her around before picking her up. “Yes, you are.”
Her legs wrap around me as her fingers thread through my hair and our lips collide. I press her against the window as my mouth muffles her moan. Sliding my hand up beneath her sweater I knead her breast as I drag her bottom lip through my teeth.
Her head falls back against the glass and she is the most magnificent thing to ever be in my arms.
Setting her down on her feet I get on my knees.
“What are you doing?” She asks as she rakes in heavy breaths.
“I’m getting you naked so I can fuck you against this window.” Unbuttoning her pants I tug them down, bringing her thong with them.
She smiles, stepping out as she pulls her sweater over her head, throwing it on the floor. Rising to my feet I do the same as she pops the button on my jeans, dragging the zipper down. Helping her I shove the denim to my feet before she is grabbing my face and smashing her lips back to mine.
Reaching down I groan when I immediately find she is already wet for me.
“I need you, baby. Fuck me.” She pleas frantically as she claws up my body.
I lift her up and slam her against the glass as I bury myself inside her.
“ Fuck, ” I groan, clenching my teeth together. “You feel unbelievable wrapped around my cock. Every time I’m inside of you I can’t believe you’re real.”
She pulls my hair, raising my face from where it’s buried nipping at her neck. “Then fuck me until you believe I’m real Cooper. I’m here, I’m yours. I love you.”
My grip on her ass tightens as I vigorously thrust into her. She holds on, hands on my shoulders and legs wrapped around my waist meeting my every thrust as she moans at the hilt.
Dropping her to the floor I spin her around and her hands smack against the glass. She spreads her legs and pushes her ass out begging for my cock and when I slam back into her, she bucks against me. I take in her reflection in the window, her mouth open as she cries out with her full tits pressed against the hopefully tinted glass. It’s an effort to fight back my release.
“Oh my god.” She cries out and I feel her clenching around me as I thank the fucking gods I don’t have to hold back for much longer. Gripping her shoulders I drive deep punishing thrusts into her before we both tumble over the edge together.
We slide down the wall of glass and meld into each other on the floor.
“That was amazing.” Her voice sounds raspy from her screams and I hope we don’t end up getting kicked out of this hotel
“You’re amazing. I love it when you’re a needy little slut for me.” I push her hair back so I can see her face.
“I forgot how great sex was. I shouldn’t have held back.” The little minx has the nerve to chuckle before giving me a devious smile.
“Oh don’t even start with your shit.” I cover her mouth not wanting to think of her with anyone else and I feel the warmth of her now full blown laugh against my palm.
It wouldn’t have mattered to me if she was with anyone else but I love how deprived and hungry she is because she wasn’t. She has always tied sex to a deeper emotional connection so I wasn’t totally surprised when she told me about her celibacy.
“I’m right here baby. Give me a few minutes and we can continue making up for lost time.” I assure her, holding her against me.
“You promise?” She bites her lip and I already feel my cock making a valiant effort to be at her service.