He leans down and peppers soft kisses along my spine, and then he sits on the floor and leans up against the window. I look down at him, and he’s looking up at me, lust in his eyes along with a gleam.
“Sit on my face,” he says.
“What?” I ask.
“Lower yourself down, use the window for balance, andsit on my face.”
Dear. Lord.
I’ve never had a man ask me to sit on his face. I don’t even know what he means by that, but I lower down all the same.
My thighs tremble as I’m basically doing a squat over him, and I feel his tongue as it swipes through me before sinking inside me for a beat. He moves it up to suck on my clit, and then he inserts two fingers.
And then my thighsreallystart to tremble.
“Oh God!” I cry out, bracing my arm against the window and bracing my head on my forearm. I look down at him.
He pulls back to peek up at my face, his fingers still driving into me, and he grins. “My name’s Cooper, but you can call me whatever you want.”
It’s cheesy, it’s adorable, and it’s so freaking sexy all at the same time.
He pulls his fingers out and dips his tongue into me again, and then he really goes to town, licking and sucking and doing something magical that I’ve never experienced before. “Fuck, you taste good,” he says, and he continues doing what he’s doing, but my legs can’t handle it.
“Cooper!” I gasp. “I can’t—I can’t—I can’t—”
I can’t form a sentence, apparently.
He chuckles as he pulls away, and then he moves out from under me, and I straighten then collapse on the couch beside us. I watch him as he pads across the room toward his suitcase, and he opens it, locates a condom, and rolls it on as he walks back across the room toward me. “I’ll take you up against the window before this weekend is over, but I don’t want your legs giving out on you,” he says once he’s hovering over me.
I don’t have time to form actual words since he chooses that moment to slam into me. My eyes roll back at the feel of him again, ofthisagain, and I was seconds from tipping over the edge while he ate my pussy, so my climax is nearly immediate once he’s back inside me again.
He keeps going, riding out my orgasm with me, and then he slows his pace, luxuriating in the feel as the pulses over him start to wane. He keeps thrusting, making love to me, and I swear I see fireworks as he goes.
Once I’ve come back down, he starts to pick up speed again. He leans down to suck one of my nipples into his mouth, and I feel the crescendo start to build all over again.
This has never happened to me before.
Usually I’m a one-orgasm-per-night kind of girl, not multiple in the same few minutes.
But Cooper Noah has experience that trained him well. He knows what he’s doing when it comes to my body. I’ll gladly let him lead me into my second orgasm of the night. Hell, I’ll gladly let him lead me pretty much anywhere when he has me in his clutches this way.
“Fuck,” he hisses, drawing out the word, and just the sound of his voice and knowing that he’s deriving that pleasure from my body is enough to kick me into my second one.
“Wait for me,” he murmurs. “I’m almost there.” He picks up the pace, slamming into me, and I can’t hold it off. I’m desperate to come, greedy to soothe the brand new ache pulsing inside me, and then he growls, “Now.”
We both moan through the intensity, the two of us in sync as our bodies vibrate and throb with racking pulse after pulse of pleasure. And when it’s all over, when our bodies start to calm, he pulls out and collapses beside me, the two of us panting and sweating after the workout that just wrung us both out.
Thebestkind of workout.
“Let’s just stay here all weekend,” he suggests sleepily.
I giggle. “Didn’t you come to town to look at houses?”
“I’ll just stay with my boss.”
“Is he cool with you bringing women over?” I ask.
“Well, he’s part owner of a sex club, so yeah, I think he’d be okay with it,” he says. He shifts so he’s leaning up on his elbow, his eyes moving toward mine. “And let me clarify. Not women. Woman. One. Singular. I’m almost thirty-three. I’m allowed to bang my girl.”