She went down on him, or would that be up, considering their position. Whatever. She took him as deep as she could, his pubic hair tickling the tip of her nose, and the head of his penis deep down her throat. Pulling back, she gasped a breath, and sucked hard on his head, taking him back inside. Cupping his balls in one hand, she felt them tighten and knew he was about to come.
Not one to be left behind, her body reacted to his talented tongue. When he took her clit between his teeth and sucked, it was all over. Her body bucked as waves of pleasure swept her out to sea. She managed to maintain enough sanity to pump him in and out of her mouth a few times before she felt him jerk inside her mouth. Soon his warm cum filled her mouth, and she swallowed before she collapsed in a boneless heap on the mattress. Cooper’s grunts and shudders subsided and his body relaxed under hers.
She hugged him tightly to her, not wanting to ever let him go.
She’d had tons of sex, probably more than she wanted to admit, some ho-hum, some mind-blowing. But a sixty-nine with Cooper blew her mind more than that best sex with any other man ever had.
She hadn’t even recovered yet but being a greedy bitch, she wanted him inside her, both of them naked, while she rode him into oblivion. She wanted him to do her doggy style, do her against the wall, do her on the couch.
Yeah, she wanted to do him, all right, and nothing was off limits, except anything involving her heart.
But that was a given.
She knew better than to give her heart to a man who admitted he was a temporary fixture and moving on at the end of the season, but giving her body, yes, she was all in.
Cooper disentangled himself from Izzy’s hold and dragged his spent body around so that Izzy and him were facing each other. He kissed her deeply and passionately, the taste of her mingling with him as their tongues mated.
He wanted to tell her how fucking incredible she was, but he couldn’t find the words, didn’t know how to say what he was feeling. So he kissed her, saying what words couldn’t and savoring the feel of her plush lips on his. Her hands pushed up his shirt and stroked his back. He loved it when she touched him, loved how she knew all the right places.
“We’re wearing too many clothes,” she spoke against his mouth.
He hadn’t even noticed. He’d been so wrapped up in her body. “Yeah,” he grunted.
She pushed at his chest, and he rose up on his elbows, smiling as she unbuttoned his dress shirt. He helped her pull it off and cast it aside. Cooper removed her sweatshirt with a flourish and paused, doing a double take.
“That’s my sweatshirt.”
“It was. Now it’s mine. I like it.” She tossed him a sassy grin.
“I like you wearing my stuff.” Reaching behind her back, he unhooked her bra with ease. It joined the growing pile of clothes on the bed.
Cooper hugged her close again, as they lay side by side on the bed, not talking much, just enjoying the closeness, the bare skin against skin, and stealing kisses here and there.
He wasn’t done with her, not tonight and probably not for a lot of nights to come.
His cock completely agreed and recovered quickly, already hard and ready for action.
“I need to be inside you,” he said through gritted teeth.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
“I didn’t. I ordered.”
She laughed and slapped his ass. Hard. He liked that. A lot. He slapped her ass back. Twice because he always gave better than he got.
“Ouch, you’re going to pay for that.” She giggled and squirmed against his erection, taunting him with her wet pussy and a long, toned leg wrapped around his hip.
He flipped her onto her back and straddled her, staring into her desire-laden brown eyes. Crap, he needed a condom. Without moving off her, he managed to grope for a condom in his nightstand and rip the package open with his teeth.
“Let me help you with that.” She took it from him and slowly and deliberately rolled it on his dick. Fuck, he just about came right then and there, but he managed to hold it together.
“Give me all you’ve got, Cooper. Right now,” she demanded. He should’ve taken exception regarding her bossiness, but he was way beyond that.
“Are you sure?” He hesitated.
“I’m absolutely certain. If you wait any longer, I’m going to spank you.”
He raised both eyebrows and grinned. “That a promise?”
“Inside. Me. Now.”
“Bossy wench. I give orders, not take them.” He toyed with her despite how hard it was to hold back.
“Then you don’t know me,” she challenged.
Oh, he knew her all right. She waved her independence around like a big red flag, refusing to rely on anyone for anything, but he was Cooper Black, the stubbornest man on the planet who went after what he wanted, and he wanted Izzy. Not only did he want her, but he wanted to ruin her for anyone else, wanted to show her that relying on him—at least for sex—wasn’t a bad thing.
He put on his best arrogant smirk and postured. “You need me, and you’ll be glad to take orders from me.” He watched as her face hardened in denial even while her brown eyes glowed gold with lust.
“In what fantasy world do you live in?” She drew in a sharp gasp as his cock pushed past her wet entrance. He had her where he wanted her, and they both knew it.
He took it slow, torturously so, despite her urging for him to pick up the tempo. He’d show her who controlled this situation and give her incredible pleasure in the process.
She tossed her head back and forth on the pillow as he ignored her attempts to hurry him. When she arched her hips to take him deeper, he withdrew and grinned at her. “Not so fast, sweetheart.”
“Asshole,” she cussed at him under her breath.
“You’ll be thanking me for being an asshole.” God, while he was torturing her, he was torturing himself. He wanted nothing more than to be buried deep inside her with her wet warmth surrounding his dick, sheathing him in her hot heat.