Page 79 of Craving Cooper

“Except me.”

“Except you.” She smiles. “Would now be a good time to confess that when I was thinking of coming down here to see you last night, I wasn’t planning on getting dressed to do it?”

I get up, walking over to her, my eyes locked with hers until I’m standing right in front of her, and I pull her into my arms, our naked bodies bound together.

“Do you have any idea how much you turn me on?”

“Yes.”

We both laugh, and she takes the chance to pull free of me before I can kiss her and make her stay. She rushes out into the living room and I watch her go, heading for the door, and yanking it open before she disappears from sight.

I hear her footsteps on the stairs, smiling at the idea that she’s naked, and then I make my way toward the front door as I listen to the sound of her moving about above me, the anticipation killing me. It seems to take forever, but eventually, I hear her coming back and I grab her the second she walks through the door. She lets out a slight yelp of surprise, but falls into my arms.

“Did you miss me?” she says.

“Fuck, yes,” I whisper and I lift her into my arms, carrying her through to the bedroom, where I drop her onto the mattress. She’s carrying something small and black in her right hand and as I crawl up over her body, I grab her wrist, holding it above her head and kiss her. Hard.

She writhes beneath me, her body squirming into mine, but I let her go, releasing her and moving to one side, lying next to her. She stares at me for a second or two, then lowers her arm, showing me the vibrator.

“It’s not as big as I’d expected.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I’ve heard what it can do to you, so I’d expected something… larger.”

She smiles over my hesitation and tips her head. “It’s not always about size, Coop. This thing might be small, but it’s powerful.” She turns it on, the noise level surprising me, although I’m more interested in watching as she lowers her hand, touching the tip of the vibrator against her clit. Her body convulses, and she sucks in a sharp breath.

“Is that good?”

“Y—Yes.” She parts her legs wider, giving herself better access, and rolls her hips.

“Tell me what you used to think about when you were making yourself come,” I say.

“You,” she says simply, and I have to smile.

“Doing what?”

“Me. Preferably. I used to fantasize about your cock… about sucking it, and feeling it inside… inside me.” She stutters out a breath, spreading her legs a little wider and I palm my cock, stroking it gently.

“I used to jerk off thinking about you,” I say and she stops what she’s doing, my words dying on my lips as she sits up slightly and stares at me.

“When was that?”

“The first time was after I heard you… when I thought you were with someone else, and I was eaten up with jealousy. I—I didn’t want to think about you like that, so I went and took a cold shower.”

“Did it help?” she asks, lying back down and getting comfortable.

“Not in the slightest. I came so hard, I thought I’d collapse.”

I don’t tell her I was thinking about fucking her ass at the time. I’m not sure how she’ll react to that. Instead, I watch as she touches the vibrator to her clit again, and then kneel up, and position myself so my cock is directly above her face, my hand gripped tight around it as I re-create the scene.

“That looks so good,” she whimpers, raising her hips, her vibrator clearly hitting the spot.

“You like the idea of me jerking off while thinking about you?”

“Yes.”

“So you won’t mind that I did it every night?”

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