Page 89 of Craving Cooper

“Where are my clothes?”

“Who knows?” We both stop and he pulls me into his arms. “Does it matter?”

“Probably not. I’ll just grab my vibrator, and…”

“Why? You won’t be needing it before tonight, will you?”

“No. But are we coming here again tonight?”

He smiles. “We are. You’re coming on my tongue, on my fingers… on my cock, and I’m coming anywhere I can.” I chuckle and he pulls the towel from my body, his hands wandering over my bare skin. “Now… go get dressed, before I’m tempted to fuck your ass.” I yelp, unable to help myself, but before I can reply with something suitably sassy, he pulls me closer still, frowning down at me. “You haven’t changed your mind about that, have you?”

“No.”

“Only you were screaming at me in the shower that you wanted my dick in your ass and how much you wanted me to fuck you, and I thought…”

“I know what you thought, and you were right. I haven’t changed my mind, Coop. The only reason I was a little surprised just then was because you said we were gonna work up to it.”

“We are,” he says, the smile returning to his lips, and his eyes sparkling. “But you have the most perfect ass.” He kneads it with his hands, just to prove the point. “And there’s only so much a guy like me can take.”

“A guy like you?” I say, squirming in to him.

“Yeah. A guy who has a thing for fucking perfect asses.”

I lean back in his arms. “So, it wouldn’t be a first for you?”

“No. Does that bother you?”

We’ve become unintentionally serious, but I sense he needs an answer.

“In this instance, I think it’s best that at least one of us knows what they’re doing.”

He leans in, kissing my lips just briefly. “Trust me, babe. I know what I’m doing. And I really can’t wait to do it with you.”

“Glad to hear it.”

He smiles and I stand on my tiptoes, kissing him a little harder before I step back. He lets me, both of us aware that time is moving on.

“I’ll see you downstairs,” he says as I head for the door, grabbing my clothes from the floor, where we left them last night, then I stand on the threshold and look back at him. He’s still wearing his towel, tented at the front, his erection quite obvious and distracting, and I let my eyes linger for a second or two.

“You don’t mind me running around naked anymore?”

“I didn’t mind last night, and I don’t mind now… just so long as no-one else gets to see you.”

“No-one will. I promise.”

“Good.”

I giggle and he laughs, and I turn and run, heading for the stairs.

I’ve left his door open, but I can’t imagine he’ll worry… or have time to do anything about it. We’ve both got less than ten minutes to get ready, and I let myself into my apartment, startling the cat, who jumps up from her seat on the couch. I don’t know what’s shocked her more… my sudden appearance, or that I’m not wearing anything. Either way, she soon puts her issues aside and wanders straight to the kitchen, meowing until I join her.

“Okay. I get the message. You’re hungry.” I dump my clothes in the washing machine, then fix her some food, putting it down, and stroking her head. “I’d love to stay and talk, but I don’t have time.”

She doesn’t seem to care, and ignores me as I rush around the apartment, braiding my hair, getting dressed, and fixing my makeup… all in record time.

Saffron is still eating, and doesn’t even raise her head when I call out, “Goodbye,” to her and let myself back out into the hall.

As I pass Cooper’s door, I notice it’s closed now, and I can’t help smiling to myself… not just because of the memories of everything we’ve done together since we went in there last night, but also because it feels like we’ve really started something.

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