His eyes melted into golden pools that shocked her with their brilliance.
At the same time, he reached to the nightstand and the box of condoms he’d set there before. She’d hardly started to catch her breath before he had a packet open and was rolling the thin rubber over his impressive length.
Next time—if there was one—she swore she’d return the favor and blow him. It would be fun to grant him as much pleasure as he had given her.
For now, she could only think about fusing them together. Taking him inside her body and making them one, at least for right now. Not for one instant did fear enter the equation. Sure, he was huge compared to the guys she’d been with, but he’d never harm her.
She knew that down to her bones.
So she spread her legs wider to make room for his hips and glanced between them to watch as he fit the fat head of his cock to the opening of her pussy. He’d guaranteed she was wet enough to take him easily. In fact, he slid across her sensitive flesh a few times before he found the optimal angle to penetrate the tight ring of muscles at her entrance.
Nudge by nudge, he prodded her open and began to sink inside.
Andi’s stare flew to his, which had never left her face. They locked together gaze to gaze and cock to pussy. Nothing had ever felt so right to her.
“Perfect,” he whispered. “I knew you would be.”
He drilled deeper within her until they fused completely. When she held every inch of him, he paused as though as overwhelmed as she was.
“Want to make it good—” He gritted his teeth and looked up at the ceiling.
“You already have.” She put her hands on his chest and kneaded the muscles there. “Don’t hold back. Not now, Cooper. We don’t have time for that.”
Deep lines marred his face as he realized that what she said was true. They were gone quickly, though, as he refocused on what they did have. Now. And it was glorious.
With a worshipful streak of curses, he began to stroke, dragging his cock over the most amazing spots inside her. Every time he triggered a clench of her pussy, he fucked harder, faster, dooming them both to the inevitable end of their lovemaking.
Through it all, though, he was gentle. Liquid and smooth. Never jarring.
He treated her as though she was precious, and his deference touched a spot deep in her core that his body alone could never reach.
“Coop—” she tried to warn him, but she couldn’t.
She didn’t need to since he was right there, living the moment with her.
“Yeah. Me too.” He kissed her hard as he pumped into her again and again. Full of him and the glow he surrounded her with, she surrendered.
Andi shattered around him, hoping the rhythmic pulses of her body were enough to milk him dry. His primal shout, along with the slightly jerky pumps of his hips that accompanied him filling the condom with jet after jet of his come, guaranteed it was.
When the storm of passion had blown over, neither of them moved.
A pervasive calm stole over her. Content, she wallowed in his weight and warmth as their hammering hearts eventually returned to normal. It was no secret that Cooper was an expert-level snuggler. She often cuddled with him on the couch of their living room while watching TV.
This was different, though.
Cooper rolled to his back. He wrapped his arms around her and shuddered before breathing deeply with his face buried in her hair. His genuine caring and the honesty of his physical intimacy with her were evident in his hugs. What neither of them had the words to say, they showed each other with tender caresses and lingering touches.
For a long time, they wallowed in the bliss they’d manufactured together.
Eventually, Cooper left her—though only for a minute—when he retrieved their chocolate cake.
As promised, he fed it to her in bed, letting her lick icing from the spoon and then from his body when she decided she was hungry enough for seconds. And thirds. And fourths.
It was nearly dawn when they fell into a very sated sugar coma together.
Andi was sad, though not surprised, to find his place by her side empty when she woke just before lunchtime the next day.