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Exactly.
I chuckle softly before making my way to the other side of the bed and climbing in. I slide as close to Ramona as I can get, wrapping my body around hers. I have no idea what tomorrow holds, but no matter what happens between Beauty and me, this is the most magical moment of my life. One that I will cherish forever.
Chapter Sixteen
Ramona
Idon’t remember my mattress being this comfortable. The perfect combination of hard and soft makes it impossible for me to want to move from the spot I’m in. I rarely get to wake up on my own, having alarms set for every moment of my life. I’m going to enjoy this.
My eyes blink open and take in the darkened room. It’s a lot earlier than I thought. Instead of the warm glow of the sun filtering through my window, I see nothing. The entire room is almost pitch black; only the pale moonlight filters through the open blinds.
My eyes drift shut again, wanting nothing more than to get back to the deliciously inappropriate dream I was having starring Cooper Hendrix. And by inappropriate dream, I mean imagining what it would feel like to have his hands all over me, our bodies covered in sweat and other things I’d rather not mention. My legs clench together on their own, trying to find something to soothe the ache between them. Since I woke up before my alarm, I should have plenty of time to do something about it.
My hand slides down my stomach and between my legs. I don’t have anything on beneath my shirt, but who gives a fuck.The minute my fingers brush against my swollen clit, I see stars. My entire body relaxes, snuggling deeper into the mattress as I lift my leg, bending it at the knee, when I hear something.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
My entire body freezes. That sounds a lot like a heartbeat. I listen again to see if I can hear it again.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Houston, we have a problem. My mattress shouldn’t have a heartbeat. It’s an inanimate object. Something definitely isn’t right here. I tilt my chin upward, moving slowly, as I come face to face with the star of my fantasies. Cooper Hendrix is even more gorgeous when he’s asleep, as if that’s possible. His eyes blink open, and a slow smile spreads across his face. “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.”
Morning? My brain chooses this moment to remember what happened earlier today. The panic, the overwhelming feeling of guilt, and the kiss in the rain. How the hell could I have forgotten that kiss? That kiss was a pure out-of-body experience for me, heaven on earth. Was it a bad idea? Probably a terrible idea, but every nerve in my body really wants to do it again.
“Morning. Well, actually, it’s still night. So wouldn’t you say good night? But we are already in bed. Maybe good morning is the right thing to say.”
Shut the fuck up, Ramona.
Cooper rolls to his side, sliding his leg between mine and pulling me toward him. “How about hello? Would that be a better greeting when I wake up with you on top of me?”
“Sure. That works,” I squeak, burying my nose in his chest. Cooper rests his chin on the top of my head. We lie there in silence, his fingers brushing softly up and down my back. The burning need for there to be fewer clothes between us ignites again.
My nipples are hard and likely pointing through my shirt as I nibble along the curve of his neck, eliciting delicious groans from his lips. “You are making it very hard to be a gentleman right now, Beauty.”
Hard is right. Cooper pushes his hips forward. The hardness of his cock grinds into my belly. “Who said I wanted you to be a gentleman?” I whisper, sliding my hand beneath his shirt and scratching my nails across his skin.
My pussy clenches around nothing. The deep need I have to feel him inside me is almost overwhelming. I can get behind Cooper wanting to be a gentleman. If it was anyone else, I’d probably have left already. But there’s something about making this gorgeous man lose all control that excites me.
“How about being a good boy instead?” My teeth slide down the column of his throat as I slide my hand into his waistband, and my hand grips him.
Cooper groans loudly, lifting his hips as my hand slides up and down his cock in slow and steady pulls, collecting pre-cum with each pass.
“Well, that depends. Only good girls are allowed to come. Are you going to be a good girl and come for me?”
“Yes.” I let out a very undignified moan as Cooper flips us over and presses his lip against mine.
“Thank fuck,” he whispers against my lips before sliding down my body, burying his nose in my belly and inhaling deeply before effortlessly spinning me around so I’m facing his feet.
Before I do anything, he’s licking up into me. “You taste fucking delicious.” He groans, wrapping his arm around my thighs and pulling me flush against his mouth. I try desperately to move away, not wanting to suffocate him with my weight, but he pulls me closer. “Be a good girl and sit on my goddamn face, Beauty.”
Moisture pools between my legs, and I stop fighting, sinking down onto him. My hands are gripping the sheet on either side of me. Indescribable pleasure shoots through me as he licks and sucks, pulling my clit deep into his mouth.
“Fuck.” Every muscle in my belly tightens at the sound of his voice, and any chance of me maintaining some type of control in this moment disappears.
Molten lava pools between my legs as he continues, his tongue and teeth working against me, bringing me so close to the edge. It’s unreal. But I don’t want to come yet. I want this moment to last forever for both of us, and I know the perfect way to do just that.
I lean forward, dropping my hands on either side of his hips to balance myself. “I can…” My voice trails off as I palm his cock through his sweatpants. “You just need to let me know what you like.”
