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Our lips melted together and I felt a desperation wake up inside me as I matched his intensity, growing fiercer with each connection. I wrapped my arms up between us and starting exploring his body. My fingertips grazed his stomach, enjoying the tight, firm, smoothness of his flat abs. I frantically started pulling at the fabric of his shirt that was tucked into his black pants. I finally freed it and ran my hands under the edge to touch his skin.
Oh.
Fuck.
He inhaled as my hands worked across his stomach and then slid lower, into the waist of his pants, begging to go lower, my hands promised pleasure to him with each stroke. He broke away from my lips just long enough to furiously throw off his jacket. Instinctively, my fingers went to the buttons on his shirt and started freeing each one, while he worked to slide my jacket down and off my shoulders. Once removed, he tossed it to join his on the floor and he worked at the buttons of my blouse with his fingers, while his mouth continued to kiss and lick at my neck and lower to my collarbone. When I finished the last of his shirt buttons I pushed the shirt away, my hands sliding down his muscled shoulders and arms, practically purring in anticipation.
His lips were back on mine, nipping at my lower lip before he backed away to slide my shirt off. I was wearing a black camisole underneath but once the shirt was slid off my shoulders and down my arms, my entire tattoo sleeve was revealed in the sunlight flooding the room from the huge windows. Cooper backed up briefly and my stomach sank. A flutter of panic jolted through me at the look on his face as his eyes took in the colorful design, inked to my body.
“Wow,” was all he said.
I pulled away, suddenly embarrassed. I started to stoop down to grab my shirt off the floor but he stopped me, setting one of his hands back on my waist.
“No, let me see you.”
I followed his eyes as they traveled over my body and although I was still mostly covered with clothes, I had never felt more exposed. Not knowing his thoughts as he stared at me was filling me with anxiety as I watched him.
“Say something,” I whispered.
“You’re fucking gorgeous.” His fingers reached for the hem of my camisole and pulled it up, slowly, over my head and he held it for a split second before dropping it to the floor to the rest of the clothes at our feet. Without another word, he reached around and found the zipper of my skirt and the only sound was the z
ipper being lowered as he stared into my eyes, his own eyes darker than I had ever seen. He slid the skirt down to reveal my black lace panties and the garter belt that was holding up my black, thigh-high stockings.
“Fuck,” he breathed out. His fingers traced the large tattoos that started on my left side, on my ribs, and ran down along my side and over my hip, ending on my upper thigh. I held my breath as he took it all in, not sure what he was thinking.
His eyes met mine and they were still filled with desire and longing. In a flash, his lips were back on mine and he pushed me back up against the wall with a renewed passion. His hands slid up my ribs and his fingertips slid under the curves of my breasts. I shivered with anticipation. My own fingers were running along his skin, feeling every muscle as they flexed and moved.
He released the hooks on my bra and I felt my breasts released as he dropped that to the floor. For a moment I wondered what he thought of them, without a push up bra. He placed a palm on each and caressed the skin, sending shivers down my spine and I pressed back against the wall to steady myself. My body was begging for release as he touched and teased me. I wanted him to take me. My mind was reeling, not able to keep up with everything that was happening.
As if reading my thoughts—or maybe he was just reading my body—Cooper reached down and lifted me up off the ground. I hooked my legs around his hips and he carried me across the room back to his desk. He sat me on the edge of it and immediately hooked his thumbs into the edge of my panties. His eyes met mine, pausing for only a moment, before he started to slide the delicate fabric down. I lifted up and he slid them off my hips and then down my thighs. Once removed, he kneeled down in front of me and gently pushed my legs apart.
I hesitated briefly, the vulnerability stalling me, but the urgency, the need to be touched overpowered my shyness. He kissed a trail along the inside of my thigh, both hands resting on my bare hips.
I lifted up, silently begging for him. He traced a finger over my slick, wet skin. His touch was agonizingly light and I moaned. His finger entered me slowly and deeply and I felt myself tighten, craving his mouth. Finally, he brought his lips to me and I exhaled sharply at the sensation. He used his fingers to gently spread my lips and used his tongue to lick at the wetness.
“Ahhh shit,” I groaned out, arching my back and laying my head back.
“Say my name,” he directed.
He lowered his lips back to me and then slid two fingers deep inside me.
“Cooper!” I called out.
“You like that?”
I inhaled sharply and nodded frantically. “More, please keep going.”
He continued, each flick of his tongue sending me higher and higher, closer to the breaking point. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning and panting loudly. My hands rested on his back, my nails digging into the bare skin of his shoulders as I got closer and closer to release. He responded by sucking just a little harder on my clit and I buckled as I crashed over the edge, releasing my nails and starting to shudder as I came hard.
I was still shuddering with each wave of pleasure when he stood and pulled down his pants and boxer briefs, I heard him slide on protection and then without further hesitation, he entered me hard.
“Fuck!” I screamed out. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him closer. He thrust in and out, harder and harder, as I gripped onto his hips tightly. He groaned, gritting his teeth together, his fingertips digging into my fleshy hips as he finished.
I rested my head against his bare chest and neither of us said a word for a minute as we waited for our breathing to return to normal.
Suddenly, I felt uneasy and not sure what to do or say, next. I wanted for him to make the next move, although, I was unsure what move I wanted him to make exactly—anything to break the awkward tension that had settled between us in the aftermath of what had just happened.
After a few more minutes of silence, Cooper backed away and pulled his pants back up. He gave me a long look and I tried to cover my body as best as I could but it was kind of hopeless. No matter which way I sat or what I covered with my hands, I was exposed.
