Page 73 of Craving Cooper

“I just said that because it sounded better than asking you to come to my place so I could get you naked and fuck you all night.”

My body trembles, my pussy tingling with anticipation. “Oh, I don’t know. That sounds pretty good. But don’t you think we should set some ground rules first?”

“Ground rules?” He frowns slightly, like he doesn’t understand.

“Yeah, for when we’re at work.”

“What would be the point? We both know we’d break them at the first opportunity.”

He’s right. We would. And to prove the point, he dips his head, kissing me again as his hands come between us, unfastening my blouse and pulling it from my skirt, before he pushes it off of my shoulders and lets it fall to the floor. He’s still wearing scrubs, so I reach for the hem of his top, yanking it over his head to reveal his divine chest.

I lean back, struggling for air again, as he undoes my bra and I gaze up into his eyes as they widen, and he groans loud enough for me to hear before he bends, capturing my right nipple between his lips and sucking hard.

I grab his shoulders, holding on to him as he shifts from one side to the other, his hands kneading and squeezing my bare flesh, until I’m not sure my legs can hold me up any longer.

“Please, Cooper… please.”

He stands up straight, looking right into my eyes, and I take my chance, flipping us around so his back is to the wall. He lets me, and maybe even helps with the maneuver, because there’s no way I’m strong enough to make Cooper move, unless he wanted to. His eyes never leave mine, and I smile up at him. Perhaps he’s wondering what I’m going to do next, as I let my hands wander over his firm, muscular chest.

“You’ve seen all that before,” he says, his voice lower than I would have expected.

“Hmm… but I haven’t touched.” I take my time, examining every ridge and contour, never taking my eyes from his, even when I drop to my knees before him. His eyes sparkle and he smiles as I reach up and lower his pants, his erection popping free.

It seems even bigger than it did earlier, and I place my hand around it, slowly sliding it up and down, back and forth, watching his face as he studies my every move. I bring up a second hand, adding it to the first, and then lean in, opening my mouth to take him inside. His gasp is audible, and I let my tongue swirl around the bulbous head.

“That’s so fucking good,” he whispers, and I nod my head, because it is. It really is.

I take a couple of inches of him into my mouth, and he closes his eyes, letting out a hiss of satisfaction, my hands working a little harder up and down his shaft as I bob my head back and forth.

I want to tell him how good this feels, but I can’t say a word, so instead I just moan, which makes him open his eyes, his own on fire as he looks down at me, his hands coming around behind my head. Does he want to hold me steady, to pull me in harder, or flex his hips into me? I can’t be sure, but whatever he needs is just fine with me, so I stop moving, lower my hands, and look up at him, giving him a nod of my head to let him know it’s okay. I’m his and whatever he wants, it’s okay.

He lets out a gentle groan as he grips the back of my head just a little tighter and pulls me onto him. I expect to gag, but I don’t… perhaps because I was half expecting this, or something like it. And also because the scorching look in his eyes is something to behold. I pull back, so only the tip of his cock is in my mouth. He lets me, but then repeats his actions, flexing his hips at the same time. That’s incredible and although it makes my eyes water a little, I love it. Which is why I’m surprised when Cooper releases my head, pulls his cock from my mouth, and leans down, raising me to my feet.

“Why did you stop?” I ask, wiping my eyes with the tips of my fingers.

“Because you’re too damn good at that, and I don’t wanna come in your mouth. Not yet.”

“You will, though, won’t you?”

“If you want me to.” I nod my head and he smiles. “Later, baby.”

I shudder in his arms, but before I can say another word, he flips us around again, and I feel the cool wall behind me as he kicks off his shoes and pants, standing naked before me.

“What now?” I ask.

“I need to calm down for a while, so it’s your turn.” His lips twist up into a wicked, sexy smile and he drops to his knees, reaching behind me to unfasten my skirt, then pushing it down over my hips until it falls at my ankles.

I’m standing in just my thong, and my heels, and he leans back, looking me up and down, shaking his head.

“What’s wrong?” I feel suddenly nervous.

“Nothing. I—I just can’t believe how perfect you look.”

“I’m not perfect.”

“You are to me.”

He reaches out, pulling my thong to one side, and then leans in, his tongue finding my swollen clit with ease. I gasp at the gentle touch, although he pulls back almost immediately.

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