Page 62 of Enticed
I nod. “But not just her. Our families, people around town. When it’s just the two of us, we’re the only people we have to worry about pleasing. And you know… you are slightly younger than me.”
Cooper smiles and then rubs his nose with mine. “I know, and I’ve always liked older women.”
I sit back and give him a death stare. “Be careful about throwing age around, mister.”
His head falls back in laughter. “What everyone else thinks doesn’t matter, Clara. The only people’s opinions that matter are ours and that won’t change whether five people know or a thousand. I know that you make me happy and I love spending time with you.”
“Me too,” I answer honestly.
“Then that’s all that counts. Give me the weekend to show you what it could be like without hiding anymore, and then before we leave, we can make a decision about where to go from here. Sound fair?”
I ponder his suggestion, which doesn’t sound like an ultimatum, but it definitely feels like a strong nudge. He wants us to come clean, and part of me agrees its time.
“Okay,” I speak softly as his eyes light up and then his lips meet mine, the desperation in his kiss climbing from zero to sixty in a flash.
“I want you. I can’t wait any longer,” Cooper growls against my mouth before moving to stand and helping me out of the hot tub. We rinse off in the shower and then lie down on the blanket he placed in front of the small fireplace in the master bedroom. River rock frames the flaming wood from floor to ceiling and the light from the flames flickers in the darkness in the room.
“When did you light this?” I ask him as we get comfortable and naked together under a blanket.
“Before we got in the hot tub,” he trails kisses along my neck and shoulders as I lie beside him, my back to his front as I mirror his position lying on my hip and propping my head up with one arm. His hand slowly reaches around my stomach, sliding across the soft flesh around my belly button before settling between my thighs and parting my folds.
“I love how you’re always wet for me,” he grits in my ear, rubbing my clit with two fingers before submerging them deep inside.
“Always,” I rasp as Cooper works me over, edging me up and back down, dragging out my orgasm until I’m fighting for air. From this angle, I have perfect access with my hands, so I join in on the fun and rub my clit while he fingers me, helping along the process.
“Fuck, I love it when you touch yourself, Clara. Are you almost there?” His speed increases, the sounds of his fingers moving in and out of me barely audible above the crackling of the fire.
“Yes,” I moan as my orgasm hits me and I come all over his hand, riding out the bliss that he delivers every single time.
“Lie on your stomach,” he commands before pushing himself up and walking over to his suitcase, fetching a string of condoms and jacketing himself on the way back. I turn to face the soft rug beneath me, lying flat against the surface with my right cheek resting on the floor, waiting for his next move.
“Put your legs all the way together,” he says before straddling my thighs and sticking his dick between my legs.
“I don’t think this is going to… oh,” I moan as Cooper finds my entrance and dives in deep, pushing inch by inch until he’s fully seated inside.
“Fuck, you’re so tight like this. Feels amazing, babe,” the struggle in his voice to maintain control is all I hear as he slides back and forth, thrusting against my cheeks and rubbing in just the right spot deep inside.
“Oh God, that feels good,” I mumble with my cheek pressed into the carpet, fighting for air on every gasp he draws out of my body as he rocks and glides and builds me up again. I have no control right now besides to squeeze my thighs together even tighter to increase the sensation for him. Flurries dance deep within my belly and I feel my release come on strongly again.
Suddenly, the weight of Cooper’s body falls over my back as he hovers over me and his lips find my skin.
“You are so sexy,” he kisses the juncture where my neck meets my shoulders.
“So beautiful,” he whispers in my ear while he continues to thrust over and over.
“So right for me,” his words resonate in my heart and become the antidote to my undoing.
“I’m gonna come…” I murmur as the ripples bounce up and down, detonating in a sharp spark and coursing through my body for what feels like hours before ebbing away. Cooper picks up his pace as beads of sweat drip from his forehead onto my lower back as he rises, his hands finding my hips as he drives harder and harder, chasing his own release.
I turn my head back just far enough to catch a glimpse of this viral man sexing me up better than I ever could have imagined. This sex with feelings thing is no joke, and Cooper sure as hell delivers.
“Fuck!” He shouts as he pumps a few more times and stills, finishing moments behind me. I feel him slip out and then plummet to the rug beside me, gasping for air as his chest rises and falls. The shadows of the flames from the fire dance across his face while he faces me and removes the condom and throws it to the side, the burning wood at my back.
“That felt amazing. I’ve never done it like that before,” I finally say, warranting a satisfied grin from him.
“Me neither. But I read about that position somewhere and I knew I wanted to try it.”
“Read about it?” I question him, figuring he saw it in a porno and not in a book.