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“Guess we should get started then,” I breathe.
I press up into her, holding her in place on the shower wall with just my hips and one hand supporting her under her left thigh as I bring my right hand up to her face. I lower my head until our lips are just a hair’s width apart.
“One,” I whisper, then sink my mouth into hers.
I try to start gentle, low and slow, but only a few seconds pass before Cooper makes it obvious she’s okay with me picking up the speed, her hands pawing at me and non-subtle moans bursting out of her.
God, I missed those moans.
Our tongues tangle, and I think I see stars as my dick painfully strains against my jeans. Everything in me would love to draw out this list all night if Cooper would let me, but my self control is lacking, and, now that I’ve gotten a taste of her, I have to have more.
I pull my mouth off of Cooper, and take a deep and shaky breath, her head falling to the side right where I want it.
My nose trails along the curve of her cheekbone, stopping right as I reach the outer shell of her ear. I graze my teeth along the edge of it, sending a shiver through her. She reflexively tries to pull away, but I hold her in place. “Two,” I breathe, then bite down on her ear lobe. Cooper lets out a cry, arching her back and pressing her chest against my own.
“Three,” I continue, knowing there’s no stopping now.
I slowly lower my head resting my lips at the hollow of her throat just below her ear for a moment before I begin trailing hot wet kisses all over her neck.
Cooper cranes her neck, giving me better access as her fingers dig into the back of my shoulders, surely leaving half-moon marks from her fingernails.
God, I hope that’s the case. I hope it scars. I hope there’s permanent proof that I can have the same effect on Sara Beth Cooper that she has on me.
Between the shower water running hot down her neck and the wake of my mouth, the flush across Cooper’s cheeks has worked its way promptly down her neck, leaving blossoms of red and a wet sheen coating her sensitive skin. Somehow it only makes her look more beautiful.
“Robbie…” she begs, writhing in my grasp.
“Giving up already, Cooper? We’re only halfway there.”
“No,” she groans. “Just, please…”
“Pleasewhat, Cooper?”
“Don’t stop touching me. Or I may have to kill you.”
A sly smile crosses my face as I press a kiss at the crook of her neck before meeting her eyes. “Ready for number four?”
Cooper swallows, nodding.
I slide a hand all the way up the side of her right arm, pausing once I reach the spaghetti strap of her dress. I dip my finger underneath it, lifting it up slightly and running it back and forth across the pad of my pointer finger.
“Are you sure?” I ask, my voice low.
“Yes,” Cooper says, nodding faster, looking up at me from under glossy eyelids.
I don’t make her wait another second, dragging the strap down her shoulder. The drenched fabric of her dress slowly peels away from her skin an inch at a time. My mouth waters as the fabric dips lower, sweeping past the swell of her breast. I can’t wait any longer, and it doesn’t seem Cooper can either, her legs squeeze tighter around me in anticipation. I tug the strap down sharply, freeing her right breast. I only take the time to growl a quick “Four” before my head is dipping and my tongue swirls once over her pretty pink nipple before I wrap my lips around it, pulling it into my mouth with a gentle tug.
“Ah,” Cooper whines. “Oh my–Robbie.” Her fingers inch up the back of my neck, just barely grazing and pulling at the hair at the base of my skull.
I pull back, needing more, and she stiffens, pulling her hands away from me and holding them out to the side, staring at me with wide eyes. I ignore the fact that she just broke a rule by touching my hair, not too concerned with it at the moment, especially considering how far I’ve surpassed her no kissing rule. Instead, I take the opportunity to grab her extended left arm, pulling it down to the side so I can free it of that dress strap as well. I don’t take my eyes off of her as I roll my lips into my mouth, wetting them before I dive in, claiming her left breast as well. I drag my tongue across her left nipple, and her body relaxes once more, pressing into me. I reach up, palming her right breast as I continue to play with her left.
God, they’re perfect. Just more than a handful. They taste just as sweet as her mouth does.I can only begin to imagine how she tastes in other places…
I release my hold on Cooper, letting her feet hit the slick floor of the shower below us. Her breath stutters in shock, and she immediately pulls the top of her dress up, holding it to her chest to cover herself
“What’re you–”
“I gotta tell you something,” I say, cutting her off. “Or, really, admit something.”
