Page 50 of The Rebel

His teeth nipped his bottom lip before he licked across it. “Then, show me what you’ve got, baby.” His gaze traveled down my chest. “Make me come.”

I wanted that.

The challenge.

The satisfaction that I could make him feel as good as he was making me feel.

And I wanted to achieve that smile that would happen right after, the one I saw every time we had sex.

So, slowly, I began to give him what he wanted, and within a few dips, the tingles subsided, and a scorching heat started to build between us.

A heat that I didn’t just feel in temperature, but I also heard in moans.

In taste, by the flavor of his tongue against mine.

In movement, by the way our bodies joined together, meeting in the middle.

I didn’t know how I was getting there again, how my body could return to that place, but I was here.

“You don’t have to tell me.” His thumb slid over my clit. “I know. I can feel it. You’re getting so fucking tight.”

“I want you to?—”

“I’m already there, Rowan.”

It was those words that changed the pace. That had his hips thrusting even harder.

Faster.

Deeper.

That had me screaming, “Cooper!”

“Rowan,yesss!” His arm, as it held my back, urged the movements out of me. “That’s it. Give it to me.”

I didn’t have to give it; he already had it.

But I let out more screams.

More moans.

And there was a wetness that even I could feel as my pussy took in his dick, releasing it just enough for him to dive back in.

“Your cunt—it’s sucking the cum out of me.”

The power that he used, the sharpness of each plunge, that told me just what my body was doing to him.

“Ahhh, yes, Rowan.”

That was the last thing he said before his lips found mine, and we kissed through the rest of our orgasms.

But even though our voices were quiet, our bodies weren’t. The shudders plowed through me so relentlessly, the tingles so fierce, I couldn’t stop wriggling.

Cooper used those movements to pull me against him, our bodies staying in sync, our lips still melded. He held us that way until the last burst began to die down, until there was only stillness left.

Even then, I left my mouth on his. There was just something about his taste that I couldn’t get enough of.

That I wanted more of.

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