Page 95 of Can We Just Be Happy Now?

“Hey, Soph.” He grins as he stands, meeting me in the middle of the room and pulling me into his arms.

“Hi,” I manage between kisses.

“I missed you,” he breathes against my lips, one hand against my lower back pulling me closer and the other threading through my curls.

A giggle escapes me. “You just saw me.”

“Mm-mm. It’s been too long.” He pulls back from the kiss but doesn’t loosen his hold on me.

“I guess we better make up for lost time then.” I grin.

His eyes darken as I watch him recall our recent memories, and it turns me on just as much. He attempts to shake it away. “Someone will come looking for us. I promised Mom I’d help her get ready for the party.”

“We’ll be quick.”

He shakes his head. “If you think I want anything less than taking my time with you, you’re crazy.” His teeth sink into my lip when he leans into a kiss.

With a grip on his neck, my fingers twisting into the short strands of his hair, I step backward. He follows my movement, letting me lead him to the bathroom connected to his room. “I’ll be quick with you then,” I murmur against his lips.

His eyebrows scrunch as I tug him into the bathroom and close the door behind us.

“Sophie,” he says somewhere between a statement and a question.

I press him against the closed door. “Mhmm?” I grin through my words and into a kiss, letting my hands wander under his T-shirt. The feel of our skin touching calms me to my core–not that I’ve needed calming lately. Everything in my life is so great, everything is perfect since Cooper and I found our way back to each other. I hope he knows that. I want to show him that.

His hands brush slowly up my arms, leaving a chill in their wake as my fingers find the button of his shorts. “What are you doing?”

“Making you feel as good as you make me feel,” I whisper, tugging the zipper down as I lock my eyes on his.

He groans and the sound only makes me more excited. I’ve never done this before, but I’ve read about it in my books. I can do it. I want to. And Cooper will help me if I need it. “What are you thinking?” He catches my hesitation as I flash through a few scenes I’ve read to hype my confidence.

“Just thinking about how great you are.” I slip my hands under the band of his shorts and briefs, shimmying them down.

“Oh yeah?”

I adjust my dress so it doesn’t catch on my knees and lower to the tile floor, taking Cooper’s already hard length in my hand as I do.

His finger hooks under my chin, redirecting his gaze back to him. “You don’t have to do this, Soph.” There’s a war in his body, torn between not wanting me to stop and making sure I’m comfortable, but I know he means what he says. He would never make me do anything I don’t want to. That only makes me want to do it more.

“I know.” I smile, biting into my lip to contain my excitement. I’m not sure if it’s weird I’m excited to give my first blow job, but I don’t think it’s so much about that as it is about wanting Cooper to know how I feel about him, to want him to feel as good as he made me feel the other day, as good as he makes me feel every day–whether he’s touching me or not. “I want to.”

Another groan escapes him, his head falling against the wall as my lips touch the tip. Sliding my hand down his length, I slowly follow with my mouth, wetting him with my tongue as I go. I sneak a glance to make sure I haven’t done anything wrong yet, and the sedation that’s washed over my boyfriend gives me the last bit of confidence boost I need. He’s biting into his lower lip as he watches me. When he catches my gaze, he combs his fingers through my curls with a gentle touch. He’s patient–no demand or control or urgency.

I return my focus to the task in my hand–and mouth–it’s bigger than I expected it to feel but sliding as deep as I can go doesn’t make me gag. He hits the back of my throat, and I grip his hip for stability. With my other hand, I squeeze his balls and the groan that gets stuck in his throat on the way out makes me smile against him and I slide my head back. “Fuck, Sophie,” he chokes out, his voice rough and low.

Moving my head back and forth, I find a pace that feels maintainable. I suck a little harder and increase the pressure on his balls–that seems to be something he likes.

“Jesus Christ.” I vaguely register the sound of his head falling back against the wall again. “Sophie.” If sex had a voice, my name rolling out of his mouth is what it would sound like. He taps my head before lightly tugging on my hair. “I’m going to come. You don’t have to–”

I cut him off with a slight shake of my head, already deciding I would fully commit before we started. The only other warning I get is my name choked out one more time. His fingers freeze where they’re tangled in my hair. I hadn’t choked up until this point but nearly do when the warm liquid fills my mouth in short spurts. His orgasm pumps through him against my tongue, and I try my best to continue my movements until he relaxes. I don’t back away until I’m sure he’s done, pulling his fingers from my hair.

Standing, I spit in the sink. I could probably make myself swallow it, but the feeling of his cum in my mouth is strange—like when they pull the fluoride tray out of your mouth at the dentist. Turning to him, I make a face, scrunching my nose and sticking my tongue out. “It’s not the taste. It’s the texture. It’s weird.”

He chuckles. “Come here.”

My “I’m sorry” is muffled against his chest when he pulls me to him.

“Yeah, you have nothing to be sorry for. That was mind-blowing, Soph.” He kisses the top of my head. Pulling back just enough to transfer his kiss to my lips, he lets his hands wander beneath my dress. In one smooth movement he presses me against the bathroom counter lifting me until I’m sitting. His hands smooth along my legs as he pushes my dress above my hips. “My turn,” he mumbles with his lips pressed against the inside of my thigh.

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