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Nausea swirled around as Karen got to her feet, uttering soothing nothings to her mother as she opened the door to the swathe of people who suddenly appeared.
The paramedics were there, asking questions, and I realized I had to speak, had to tell them what had happened.
Then the police were there too, asking me questions, asking Karen and Jane as well.
The next ten minutes passed in a blur as Cooper was prepped for a journey to the hospital. And when it came do
wn to it, when the EMT asked me who I was to the victim, I found the words, “I’m his girlfriend,” slipping from my lips.
Chapter 11
LAUREN
Seven Years Ago
The breath exploded out of me when Cooper's tongue slid through the slick folds of my sex.
I both loved it and loathed it when he did this to me. When he made me feel more than I felt my body was capable of feeling, when he dragged me to a precipice I'd never known before him.
Of course, there were so many precipices I'd never known before him, but that didn't stop each time from feeling new.
Shocking. Awe-inspiring.
My hips rocked, the urgency of my body demanding I take as much as he was willing to give, and because Cooper was ever generous, I knew how far he was willing to go. How far he was willing to let me use him for my own pleasure.
Such liberties were remarkably freeing, I found.
His generosity with his own body had made it easier for me to open up to him. To start allowing myself to have fun with sex, rather than feel the shame my previous experiences had induced me to feel.
It was a horrible sensation to not be at one with your body.
To feel like you were the only person around who was frigid and cold. But Cooper had changed all that in the time we'd been together. He made me realize how much fun this could be, and now I loved it. Loved exploring him, loved when he explored my body and used it against me so that I would experience the max.
I loved when he dragged me to the outer limits of my control, when I no longer worried about the past or the future, and could only think about what he made my feel.
A sharp cry escaped my lips as he tongued my clit. Flicking the tensile flesh back and forth, he didn't stop until the muscles in my stomach were cramping with the tension flooding them.
Didn't stop until I was pleading with him to relinquish control of my body back to me. The glory roaring through my veins was something I'd never experienced until him, and now he was a part of my life.
I reveled in this new side of myself, revelled in what he made my feel.
We were both naked on the bed and I lay limply against the sheets as I tried to catch my breath after the explosive orgasm he had just gifted me.
When just breathing was no longer a mental challenge, I peered down the length of my body, over the swells and dips of my breasts and stomach, and saw him staring back up at me from between my legs. I saw a wicked grin curving his luscious, wicked mouth.
"What are you grinning at?" The question might have sounded grumpy, but the truth was, he deserved to look as smug as he wanted. That had been… incredible.
I reached down, and played a few strands of hair that had fallen to his forehead. The locks were silky in my grasp, and I loved the texture between my fingers.
I moved down, exploring the hard lines of his jaw, loving the silky sweatiness of his skin against my own. I sighed at that moment, utterly replete as my body, flooded with delicious hormones, came down from the glorious high he'd urged me into experiencing.
I traced the line of his his jaw, and as I did so, he wriggled up, not stopping until he was atop me, his cock pressed against my pussy.
With any other man, I'd have felt uncomfortable, scared even, being in such a vulnerable position. But I trusted him, trusted him enough, that one day, I would finally allow myself to let go.
To be with him in the way he needed me to be.
As it was, I knew what he needed from me at that moment. What he needed from me period. I couldn't give him everything, but I could give him as much as I was ready to.
