Page 19 of Enduring Magic

He grinned his appreciation and, with his fingertips, followed the path the hem of her shirt had traveled until he cupped the fullness of her breast. “And of course, since I don’t wear a bra, this one is going to have to go.Stat.”

“What will you give me in return?”

“Whatever the fuck you want.”

She laughed at his emphatic response and unclipped her bra, sending it sailing toward his shirt right before she shimmied out of her underwear. “Better?”

“Much!”

Straddling him, she ran her hands over the planes of his chest, then lower, over his abdomen. Balancing herself with one hand on the bed, she gripped his dick in her other. He closed his eyes as she stroked him, happy to let her take the lead in their lovemaking.

When she stopped caressing him, Coop opened his eyes to stare up at her. The lustful look on her face made him harder than all the practiced ministrations of her hand ever could. Arching up, he covered her mouth with his, slipping his tongue inside to steal the necessary taste of her. As their kiss grew heated, he imagined he could taste her love and the future promise of all their tomorrows.

He trailed his hands up her rib cage and cupped the fullness of her breasts, smiling as she moaned.

With his thumbs, he toyed with her hardened nipples, then lightly rolled them between his fingers, tugging gently as he would if he were sucking them.

Again, she moaned.

Coop pressed her back with one hand, bringing her chest within tasting distance. As he drew her down farther, he opened his mouth and took one tight nipple into his mouth, groaning his own pleasure when her legs tightened around his hips in response.

He was certain he could spend hours tasting her skin, suckling her breasts, touching her most private areas, all just to elicit her sexy response and drive her mad with desire, as she always seemed to drive him crazy.

Impatiently, she gripped his hair and tugged him away from her chest, then she kissed him fully as she reached for his dick and positioned it at her opening.

“Slow down, sweetheart. We have time for that.”

“I want you in me. Now. I’m on fire for you, Coop.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I fucking love when you’re pregnant. When those pregnancy hormones fire up… Ah!” He gasped as she sheathed him in her tight, hot passage. “Jesus, Summer!”

Buried deep inside her was as close to heaven as Coop had ever been, and he never wanted to leave the bed. After a long, delicious moment of her tightening the walls of her vagina around him, he gave in to her unrelenting demand and touched her clit with his thumb, pressing and circling as she panted her need. She surged upward and ground against the palm of his hand before seating herself on his cock again.

He cried out his pleasure as she rocked over him, drawing herself away only to crash back down and grind her hips against his. Gripping her waist, he rocked up against her, helping her develop a rhythm to satisfy them both.

The pressure built, and just when his balls began to tighten, he lifted her off him and lowered her onto her back.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Too quick,” he panted. “I want this to last.”

“Maybe I like it quick,” she grumbled.

With a laugh, he sat back on his heels. “I guarantee you’ll like this so much more.”

“I’d better,” she warned.

With a confident smirk, he spread her legs wide and used the head of his penis to caress her folds, running the tip up and down until her body wept with her hunger for him. Then Coop bent and touched his tongue to her, sweeping it along her opening and stopping only when he reached her clit. When she arched into him, he sucked on the tiny bud, hard, and inserted two fingers into her.

She cried out in her pleasure, greedy for more.

And he gave it to her. Fingers, tongue, penis, whatever she demanded in every way she demanded it. Her mindless cries urged him on, as did her arching body. She met each of his forceful thrusts with a sobbing plea for more, making him feel like a god as he pleasured her.

He smoothed the sweat-dampened hair back from her flushed face as he memorized her every wanton expression. With each pump of his hips, he felt a deep satisfaction that he could make her experience such ecstasy.

“Come for me, sweetheart.Scream for me.” He pistoned his hips to emphasize each word, building his own orgasm just as hers built. When her walls contracted around him, he allowed himself to let go, gasping out her name as his release rocked him and her body sucked his dry.

And that second was always his favorite. The one where he crested the wave with her and rode it all the way home.

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