He reached for her and she shook her head, her long hair falling in front of her eyes as she moved between his legs. Her pulse raced. Cooper was the only man she’d ever stripped for, and she had no idea where this boldness was coming from, but it felt natural to give herself over to him. It always had. She was a good ten pounds heavier than she’d been at twenty-two, but the look of desire in his eyes, and the way he trailed her every move, made her feel confident and beautiful. He’d always made her feel that way, made her believe she really was beautiful.
She nudged his legs apart and crawled up the bed, until her knees hit his inner thighs. Pressing her lips to his chest, she trailed kisses over each hard pec, dragging her tongue across his nipples, then kissed her way down his tanned and toned abs, feeling the tip of his erection rub against her belly.
“Cici.” He reached for her again, but she continued moving south, until her mouth hovered over his impressive cock.
She met his gaze, and a flare of desire sprang into his eyes, spurring her on. She ran her tongue along his rigid length, lingering on the wide crown. Stroking her tongue over the sensitive glans, she fisted her hand around his thick shaft and lowered her mouth over him, earning herself a guttural moan. He arched his hips with every stroke of her hand. His hands fisted in the sheets, and she knew he was holding back from grabbing her hair the way he used to. She appreciated his consideration, but she wanted him. All of him. She wanted naughty Cooper tonight, not careful Cooper, and she didn’t care if that wasn’t the smartest decision in the world. Her daughter was being cared for safely by her sister, and the only man she’d ever wanted, ever loved, was right here with her, asking her to talk. Men didn’t like to talk—even she knew that. But Cooper? Cooper had always been different, felt things more deeply, treasured their conversations. Tonight she wanted to be his, and she wanted him to be hers. Tonight the mother in her was set aside. Tonight she was a desirable, lust-filled woman, and she wasn’t going to let one speck of guilt ruin that.
She lifted her eyes to him and licked circles over the tip of his erection.
“Show me, Cooper. Touch me. Take me where you want to go.” A thrill rushed through her at the heady sound of her own voice, but it was the moan of desire rumbling through his chest that made all her best parts tingle and burn.
He pushed up on the bed, leaning against the headboard, and as she lowered her mouth to him again, he tangled his hands in her hair. Tight.
“Oh, yes,” she said, then took him in deep again. “So good.” The sting of pain at her scalp made her want him even more as he guided her efforts.
“Suck harder. Ah, yes,” he hissed. “Swallow, open your throat to me. Let me fuck your mouth even deeper.”
She did. She’d do anything for him. Lost in his pleasure, and her own, she barely heard his words as he said, “That’s it, sweetheart. Cup my balls.”
She submitted to his request, and then she drew back and licked his balls the way she knew he loved. His head tipped back and his arms went slack as she laved his sensitive sac, working his hard length with her hand. The unguarded look of exquisite pleasure on his face filled her soul. She ran her tongue from base to tip, and his eyes came open.
“I have to taste you,” he groaned. In one swift move, he shifted her onto her back, tore off her panties, and came down over her.
She wrapped her fingers around the root of his shaft and teased the tip as he brought his mouth between her legs. With the first slick of his tongue, her mind careened away. He pumped his hips, thrusting deeper into her mouth. His scent was thick and masculine, like sex and man wrapped up into one. His tongue moved inside her as his fingers played over her clit, sending lust thrumming through her. His beard scraped over her skin with every flick of his tongue. He did something with his fingers that sent a shock of ecstasy through her, and she couldn’t control her cry of delight. She felt the tug of an orgasm traveling to the base of her spine, coiling low in her belly and creeping up her thighs. She curled her toes under, staving it off as she worked his shaft with her hand and sucked him in deep, wanting them to come together. Just as the first clench of her climax claimed her, his hips pumped forward, and warm, salty liquid hit the back of her throat. Her hips bucked, his cock thrust deeper with each swallow, and Cici’s body hummed with the most intense orgasm she’d had in years.
Chapter Seven