Page 76 of Craving Cooper

She smiles up at me, and I lean over, resting one hand beside her head, while I palm my cock with the other, rubbing it along her folds. She sucks in a breath, reaching down and pulling her lips apart, so I hit her clit with the tip of my dick, making her shudder.

“You like that?”

“I like everything you do with your cock.”

“In that case…” I nestle the tip against her entrance, holding still for a second, and then slam into her.

“Yes!” Her scream is all I need to hear, and I grab both of her hands in mine, holding them above her head as I take her.

“Is it just my cock you like?” I ask as I pound into her.

“No. I like your fingers, and your tongue… and everything else about you.”

“Did you like me fingering your pussy when we were in the surgery earlier?” She nods her head, sucking in a breath as I shift down just slightly, changing the angle. “Even though we nearly got caught?”

“I didn’t care. I loved every second of it.”

I groan, taking her a little deeper, and she shudders beneath me, making me think about everything we’ve done today… and all the things I still want to do, my balls aching at the thought. “I’m close, baby,” I whisper, and she nods.

“Me… Me, too. Please make me… make me come. I need your cock, Coop. I need you to make me…” Her voice trails off into a plaintive scream as she clamps around me, surrendering to yet another orgasm. It’s more than I can take, and I thrust deep inside her, howling out her name, over and over, through the longest and most intense climax of my life.

So far.

I collapse to my elbows, kissing her cheeks, then her lips, although I keep it brief, because she’s still getting her breath back, and then I roll us over, so we’re facing each other. We’re still joined, and I want to keep it that way, holding her close to me as she calms. I need a little time myself, and I cradle her head, stroking her hair, even though it’s still tied up, and caress her back with my other hand, feeling her soft skin against mine.

She said she loved every second of what we did today, and so did I, although I doubt there’s anything that can beat what we’ve just done. Even so, the feeling of her hand around my dick while I fingered her soaking pussy in the surgery… that’s going to live with me for a very long time. I think we were both close to coming when Greta interrupted us, and although it would have been nice to watch Mallory come apart like that, I think it’s been better to enjoy her in the privacy of my apartment.

I smile to myself, just for a moment, recalling Greta’s reaction.

She’d clearly worked out that something was going on, but didn’t say a word while Mallory was in the room. Once she’d gone, and we were getting ready for our first patient of the afternoon, Greta turned to me and simply said, “Is there anything you wanna tell me?”

I could have said, “No.” It would have been easy enough, but I think I’d already worked out that, if Mallory and I were gonna make a success of our relationship, we couldn’t keep sneaking around behind Greta’s back, so I said, “Yes,” instead, and she folded her arms across her chest, tipping her head to one side while she waited for me to elaborate. “Mallory and I are seeing each other.”

“You worked things out, did you?”

“We did.”

She nodded her head, letting her hands fall back to her sides. “She’s still too good for you,” she said, and I smiled.

“Would it help if I said I’m trying to be better… for her?”

“It would. Although I’d be even more impressed if you said you were doing it for yourself, too. It’ll make you both happier in the end.”

I wasn’t sure what she meant by that, but now, I’m starting to think she might have a point.

“Are you okay?” Mallory’s voice and the slight shift of her body in my arms brings me back to reality.

“I’m fine. And I should be the one asking that question.” I wait, staring at her until she nods her head.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt so good in my life.”

“Would you forgive me if I broke this up and went to the bathroom?”

“Only if you promise to come back and do it all again.”

I chuckle. “You have remembered I’m nearly thirty-eight, haven’t you?”

“I have, although I’m not sure what that’s got to do with anything.”

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