Page 85 of Craving Cooper

I tremble at the thought as his fingers delve deeper, working harder, and I know I can’t take much more. It’s a sensory overload; one to which I have to surrender. Except I’m scared that if I give in to this, I’ll be lost forever. I need something to ground me, something real and tangible. I let go of the bedpost with my right hand and reach down, grabbing Cooper’s cock. He jumps and I look up at him.

“I—I need this.”

“It’s yours, baby.” He nods his head, and at the same time, presses on the power button of the vibrator, making it buzz even harder against me. It’s too much. I’m aware of spikes of pleasure stabbing at me, of my body bending and twisting into them, and of screaming Cooper’s name, but it’s all lost in the seething mass of this newest delight. I can’t breathe… can’t think. All I can do is feel. Not just overwhelming pleasure, but consuming passion and never-ending love, although I can’t say the words aloud because my voice won’t work.

“Mallory?” My name comes to me out of the mist. “Mallory, babe, are you okay?”

I can hear the concern in his voice and nod my head, aware the vibrations have stopped. My body is calming, my heart rate slowing, and I open my eyes to see Cooper looking down at me, his eyes filled with worry.

“I’m fine,” I whisper, finding my voice.

“You’re more than fine.” His face clears and he smiles. “You’re fucking spectacular. I didn’t know anyone could come like that.”

“Neither did I.”

“Just hold still for a second,” he says. I hadn’t been aware I was moving, but I guess my arms and legs are twitching slightly, now I come to think about it, and I attempt to stop them, feeling him pull his fingers from me, and being very gentle about it. I’m still gripping his cock, and I relax my hand just slightly.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I ask, and he smiles.

“No.” I release him and he leans in, his lips beside my ear. “Give me two minutes. Don’t fall asleep without me.”

I shake my head, and feel the bed dip. He’s gone, and I’m suddenly aware of how tired I am. My limbs are heavy, and I can barely keep my eyes open. It’s the most lovely feeling. All I need is someone to share it with.

“Still with me?”

Cooper climbs into bed behind me, pulling my body into his and wrapping me in his arms.

“Just about.” He feels so warm and cozy, and I snuggle against him.

“Happy?” he says, and I nod my head.

“I’m safe,” I whisper, and he holds me tighter still.

I don’t know if he realizes how big a deal this is for me, but I’m too tired to explain it, and I murmur something incoherent as he kisses my neck and I nestle in the sanctuary of his arms.

“You’re not wearing a condom.”

I’m surprised he needs reminding, but he stops, gazing down into my eyes, both of us breathing hard, the water from the shower flowing between us as Cooper leans in, resting his forehead against mine.

“Do you want me to go get one?”

I chuckle. “No. But be careful.”

“Always,” he says, raising my left leg a little higher as he starts to move again.

He brought me in here about twenty minutes ago, not long after we woke up, claiming this would be quicker than us showering separately, or me going upstairs to shower and get ready for work by myself. I’d made that suggestion a little half-heartedly, I’ll admit, because it was the last thing I’d wanted, and while I’m not sure about his logic, either, I’m loving every second of this. There was something desperate about the way he pushed me up against the wall, raised my leg, hooking it over his arm, and entered me.

“You’re so… fucking tight,” he says, between groans.

“You’re so fucking… big.” He slams into me again, making me pause before saying that final word.

“You like my cock?”

“I love your cock.”

“You want more?”

“Always.”

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