Page 85 of Can We Just Be Happy Now?

With sliding the straps of her sundress off her shoulders and letting them fall against her arms.

With running my hands down her body torturously slow as I kiss her, as her fingers play with the hair at the base of my neck like they always do when we’re together.

When I reach her thighs, I slip my hands under the hem of her dress and smooth them up her skin until I reach lace. I’ve waited for this moment for so long. I want to rush into it while simultaneously putting it off longer so it won’t end. My fingers slowly cross over the line from skin to lace until they rest gently on her hips.

Over the past couple of years, I’ve learned I like sex a little rougher, but with Sophie, it's different–at least this time. Sliding my hands over her stomach, I take the flowered fabric with me as I get on my knees. She lifts her arms for me to tug the dress over her head, leaving her sitting on my bed in pink lace underwear and a matching strapless bra. I let my eyes roam her body, taking in all the ways she’s changed in the past two years. She was naked the day we went skinny dipping, but I wasn’t able to fully take her in the way I get to now. “Fuck, Sophie. You’re a dream. My dream. You know that, right?”

“Why, because my boobs are bigger now?” she teases, knowing very well that's not what I’m talking about. They have grown at least two cup sizes, though. I groan louder than intended at that thought.

“Come here,” I say, tugging my shirt over my head then reaching for her and easing her onto her back. I move to hover over her, lowering myself enough for our skin to touch without giving her all my weight. When she looks into my eyes I’m surprised by the lack of nerves in them. She’s just watching me take the lead like she completely trusts me. She always has, and it’s something I don’t take for granted. I love you is on the tip of my tongue. I know she feels the same about me, but something prevents me from saying it at this moment. Instead, I lean on one arm, my other hand running up her stomach, stopping when I get to her breast. My thumb traces the skin at the bottom edge of her bra, and she sucks in a breath.

My gaze meets hers again to find her still watching me intently. She’s not making a move to speed us up, and I get the impression she wants to take in this moment like I do. I shift my weight to my knees so I can slide my hands under her back and unhook her bra. Tossing it to the side, I bring my attention to Sophie’s almost naked body. She was beautiful before, but turning eighteen has transformed her. I palm both of her breasts, my thumbs rubbing roughly across her nipples that stiffen at my touch. A soft moan leaves her lips, and I need more. I lean to take a nipple in my mouth, nipping and sucking gently, pulling an even more sensual sound from her throat.

I grind my hips against her, already hard and wanting to make sure she’s as ready for me as I am for her. I’ve had so many of her firsts already, and knowing I’m the one who gets to finish crossing them off arouses a primal desire to claim her in every way. Trailing kisses down her stomach, I stop when I reach the lace. I tug with my teeth before looping my fingers on the edge and pulling it off.

Sitting back on my heels, I take her in. I’ve seen Sophie naked a handful of times. I’ve touched almost every inch of her skin. I was always attracted to her, but the Sophie in front of me now is new–more mature and exuding sex appeal–and I’ve never been more turned on. Her soft brown eyes glimmer with adoration as she watches me scan every inch of her body. When my need to taste her outweighs my desire to look at her, I lean forward again, kissing her hip. I trail kisses down her sensitive skin, placing a soft kiss on her center. “Open your legs for me, Sophie baby.” I urge her by scooting down on the bed and wrapping my hands under her thighs. Giving myself better access by pushing her legs wider with my shoulders, I swipe my tongue across her, and she squirms a little.

“That’s cold.” She giggles, twisting her body away from me. I grin, tightening my grip on her legs and preventing her from moving out of reach.

I drag my tongue against her again, this time taking more. My eyes nearly roll to the back of my head getting to taste her after years of thinking I never would. A few more licks and any sign of chill has disappeared.

I suck on her clit, making her tense for a moment before she relaxes into the bed, opening her legs wider for me. “Good girl,” I praise, running my thumbs against her soft skin as I continue to suck gently. My tongue teases her entrance. She squirms again at the contact, and I grin against her. I stiffen the tip of my tongue before diving in, flicking inside her and she writhes under my touch. A moan gets caught in her throat before she chokes it out. God, she’s fucking sexy.

“Cooper,” she rasps, and I know it’s her way of begging for more.

“Just making sure you’re ready for me,” I breathe against her, releasing one hand from her thigh and sliding a finger inside her easily. I pull out and push back in slowly, my mouth keeping its focus on her clit. Adding a second finger, I feel her stretch around me as I curve them into her.

“This feels so good.” Her words take me back to when I was eighteen, touching her for the first time.

“Jesus Christ, Sophie, you’re going to make me come before I’m even inside you.”

“Then get inside me,” she demands. Damn, my favorite girl is only getting better with age.

I pull my fingers out, kissing her once more where she’s most sensitive before pulling my shorts and briefs off. Sophie’s eyes follow my movements, and mine never leave hers.

As I reach for the condom next to her.

As I tear open the foil with my teeth.

As I roll it over my fully erect cock that’s begging for release from the girl under me.

I fall forward to kiss her, one arm propping me up, the other hand guiding our alignment. My heartbeat pulses in my dick as it twitches with anticipation. Without being able to wait for another second, I push into her.

The groan that leaves both of us as I fill her is more satisfying than any sexual experience I’ve had. She’s tight, but her arousal allows me in as deep as I want to go–as I need to be. I’m so consumed by her, my brain fogs.

I hardly remember I’m in control, but I retrain my focus and pull out of her slowly before pushing back in. I sink in with less friction this time, but she’s a little tense as she loops one hand around my neck, digging her fingers into my skin.

“You good?” I check in.

“Mostly,” she whispers. I stop my movement, pulling back enough to see her clearly. She looks up at me, a soft smile on her pretty face, glowing from the moonlight coming through the window above us. “It just feels tight–like there’s a lot of pressure. I’m good. Keep going.”

“Are you sure?” I ask, running my thumb across her jaw.

“Never been more sure,” she says before pressing our lips together as her fingers brush against my side.

I continue slowly despite her words. I’m torn between making sure she’s okay and succumbing to the most intense pleasure I know lives on the other side of letting go. “I’m not hurting you?”

“You could never hurt me, Cooper.”

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