Charming Cupid, page 12
Then, as if overwhelmed by the sudden need to connect more directly and deeply, Vanessa spun to face me and snaked her arms around my neck.
“I want you to kiss me.”
Those beautiful words were barely out of her mouth before my lips were pressed to hers, moving with such force and passion I felt our mouths become one.
I slipped my tongue inside her mouth and pressed it against hers in a push and pull dance that sent lust zinging through my blood. She pulled back suddenly, her hand on the side of my face. Her eyes flitted over my features, studying me. The intensity of her gaze made me wonder what she was hoping to find there, but she never said.
Slowly, she lifted up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to mine. Her lips moved with such passion and purpose. I pressed my tongue into her mouth and wrangled with hers, the kiss deepening with every movement.
Her hands fisted in my hair, causing a sharp sting to travel from my scalp to my groin. The sensation sparked a hunger in me, I needed to be closer to her. I wanted us to join together, to be one. To merge, both body and soul. I needed there to be nothing between us.
She must’ve felt the same, because she broke our kiss and took a step back and began to undress. As happy as I’d be for a striptease, I was a man of action and needed to participate. I reached out and caught her hands in mine.
“No,” I stated firmly. “I want to undress you.”
Vanessa’s eyes flared in a way I found irresistible, full of wonder and longing. She nodded, the movement so subtle as to be almost undetectable.
I got to work, pulling her tank top up and off her body. Beneath it she wore a delicate bra. It was sheer, with small roses embroidered along the outer edges. It showed off her breasts to their best advantage.
When my eyes had taken in their fill, it was time for my hands to go to work. I reached behind her and unhooked her bra. I pulled it forward, then down her arms and over her fingertips. It joined the tank on the floor.
I bent my head and took her nipples in my mouth, one by one. I swirled my tongue around the hard nubs, enjoying the way they jumped and hardened underneath my suckling attention. I cupped both breasts from below, holding their weight in my palms, squeezing them just enough to make her nipples stand out and give them added sensitivity as I flicked them with the stiff tip of my tongue.
She moaned and threaded her fingers through my hair as I continued lavishing her with attention. Her back arched, pushing her breasts even closer against my mouth. She cried out in pleasure as I sucked her nipples hard, teasing them with my teeth before moving my mouth further down her body.
As I trailed kisses down her belly, I enjoyed the trembling of her skin under my lips. I would never get enough of making her body jump under my attention.
When I got to the waistband of her sweats, I dropped to my knees in front of her. I ran my fingers along its edge with agonizing slowness, wanting to draw out the tension as long as possible. Her belly quivered in the wake of my fingertip as it traced her waist and she sucked in a shaky breath. It wasn’t that I wanted to torture her. Well, not in the sense of being cruel, that is. I just wanted to make the inevitable climax so much sweeter when I finally brought her to it because of all the build-up that had come before.
She tangled her hands in my hair, pressing me closer to her trembling skin. Her movements translated an urgency to me without her having to say a word. I felt it when her fingers tightened in my hair and I could sense desire rolling off of her in waves as her body achingly pressed towards mine with unmistakable longing.
I pushed her sweats down over her hips and legs. She rested a hand lightly on my shoulder as she stepped out of them, kicking her shoes off lightly as part of the same smooth motion. We moved in synchronized rhythm, like we’d rehearsed the movements. That was how seamlessly we read each other. We were flawlessly in sync.
My eyes traveled up and down her bare skin and I marveled at how lucky I was to be here, with this extraordinary woman, under these incredible circumstances. This feeling of the universe smiling down on me was one that I certainly hadn’t felt with any other woman before. This was so much more than casual sex. This was a soul connection, one that made me thankful to be alive, and yes, one that made me feel immeasurably blessed to have been gifted with.
I drank in the sight of her. She wore nothing but a beautiful pair of embroidered sheer panties that matched the bra I’d already freed her from. She was the perfect embodiment of the female form.
She looked like a pinup girl, standing there so boldly in her tiny panties. I could have stared at her just like that all night, but I was scared that I might come in my pants just from looking at her.
I grabbed the hem of her panties with my teeth and pulled them down to her knees, then I moved them the rest of the way down with my hands. She stepped out of them fluidly as I straightened, still on my knees in front of her.
“I want you to make love to me.”
My heart slammed into my chest. I’d fantasized about being with Vanessa for so long. I couldn’t count the number of scenarios that had played out in my imagination. Reality was better than my wildest dreams.
CHAPTER 17
Vanessa
I had no idea how freeing it was to escape from yourself for a moment—to forget everything about your life, to forget even who you were. To surrender completely to carnal pleasures and let them take your mind away to another planet. But that’s exactly what I experienced when I stared down at Coop.
The hunger that burned in his eyes made me wetter than I’d ever been before. Not only did it make me feel so good to know that he wanted me so deeply and desperately, but there was also a preview of all the things he was going to do to me reflected in that hunger. Like I was watching a movie trailer play out behind his eyes.
A really dirty movie trailer, though. Not one that would be played in a regular movie theater. Not without one heck of a strong warning, anyway.
I’d never been with an athlete before, and certainly not one who’d maintained his body like Coop had. So when he sprang to his feet and pulled me into his arms I gasped at the quick, unexpected nature of his movement.
One second I’d been staring down at him and the next I was scooped up off my feet. Coop was carrying me into the bedroom. The suddenness of it alone made my belly flutter…and that was before I let the amazing feeling of his strong arms holding me tight sink in.
With Coop, I felt a sense of calm that I’d never experienced before. It was like I knew that anything and everything I felt with him would be fine. I was safe in his presence. Safe from harm and safe from judgment. So, with that solid base to depend on, I was free to let all of my emotions run wild inside me.
Not only that, but I could let loose and give in to every wanton impulse. I’d managed to show up at his door and tell him what I wanted. I’d never been able to do that before. I’d always let the men I was with take the lead. I didn’t have an aversion to it, I’d just never been particularly motivated to. I’d never wanted the things I wanted with Coop. I’d never craved a man like I craved him.
My heart was still pounding wildly as Coop gently laid me down. Then he pressed his hands to my lower back and pulled my ass to the edge of the bed. He knelt before me again and coaxed my knees apart.
Being spread wide open to him was an aphrodisiac in and of itself. All of the tingling anticipation that I’d felt before tripled in that moment. I practically orgasmed as his bulky muscles pressed my legs apart, allowing the heat of his stare on my sex. It was so sensual, so intimate. I felt his stare as if it was a physical touch.
His stare intensified, his eyes trained between my legs. He trailed his fingertips up and down my inner thighs, sending tingles erupting through my body. They raced across my skin, hardened my nipples, and engulfed my head in a swirling bliss. Finally, they pooled in my belly and built into an unmistakable pressure that left me feeling like I could explode at any moment.
Slowly, with measured control, he lowered his head and covered my core with his mouth, sucking gently at first, then adding pressure. I didn’t know what I had expected it to feel like for Coop to devour me, but it was certainly nothing like the burst of sensation that barreled through me as his tongue passed through the sensitive folds of skin between my legs.
In one moment, my entire world narrowed down to just the feelings that Coop’s tongue sent rocketing through my body. There simply wasn’t room for anything else, not in my body and not in my brain. What he was making me feel was all-encompassing. It drove out worry about the future. It drove out pain from the past. All that was left was the beautiful, overwhelming feeling of Coop making me feel pleasure—and making me feel whole.
I never wanted it to stop. In my heady state, I didn’t really see why it had to. Stay in this bed, forgetting about every other responsibility or necessity of life, and just let Coop and his magic tongue keep making me feel this way for hours, days, weeks on end. That sounded perfect.
He made the end of his tongue hard, almost like one of his fingers, and traced my lips with it. He went up one side, then down the other, focusing his attention on the pleasure points. He seemed to have an uncanny intuition for finding them. Then again, maybe that wasn’t such a mystical power. After all, it seemed like when he touched me my entire body became an erogenous zone. A bullseye wasn’t that hard to hit when it expanded to fill the entire target.
Still, I knew it was more than that. It was the energy that flowed between us, the pure connection that traveled straight from my heart to his, and then back again.
That was the magic ingredient that let him know exactly where to touch me, rub me, and lick me to have me coming apart at the seams. That was also what primed my body like nothing else in the world could, so that the minute any part of him came in contact with me, it felt like the world ignited in fire.
He flattened his tongue and rubbed it up and down over my sensitive flesh, the friction bringing me closer to climax with each pass. I could feel the pressure building further in my belly, like a bomb waiting to go off, and I knew that it wouldn’t be long before that timer ticked down to zero.
When the waves forming deep in my belly spread throughout the rest of my body and crested over my extremities like a powerful tsunami, I knew that the time had come. Coop was going to send me rocketing over the mountaintop, and all I had to do was enjoy the ride.
I came against his mouth. My back arched, my hands flew to his head, and he never slowed down, not for one minute. He grasped my hips and held on tight, keeping the suction he’d created strong even as my pelvis bucked uncontrollably in his strong hands.
I shut my eyes and white light flashed against the backdrop of my lids. For a moment, my mind was filled with quiet and emptiness. I was aware of nothing, as if I were in a state of suspended animation. My breath caught. I couldn’t even hear the beating of my own heart. It was the purest moment of sheer clarity.
Then, without warning, the world burst in on me again as the pleasure I felt slowly subsided and my senses returned to earth.
Coop replaced his mouth with gentle strokes from his fingers, and I lay back on the bed, breathing hard and letting the stars behind my closed eyes dissipate.
When I finally looked up, I saw that he stood there totally naked, cock proudly erect and fully prepped, condom firmly in place. I laughed. “Wow.”
He smiled confidently.
I scooted back to give him room to join me.
Coop climbed up on the bed and settled between my legs. I ran my hands up and down his back as he pressed the head of his shaft against my slit.
Leaning on his forearm, Coop rested his forehead against mine and ran one of his hands down the side of my body, finally letting it settle on my hip in a firm grip. His fingers dug into my flesh, and I shivered at his strength. Each finger so firmly planted in my malleable flesh was like a flag in the ground, claiming me as his territory.
I was his. That was what his powerful hands said when they gripped my flesh so hard that there was no way to wriggle away, even if I had wanted to. I was his, and I was staying that way. The concept was so hot that I blushed just thinking about it.
“I don’t know how long this is going to last. Like I said, it’s been a while.”
I nodded.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Yes,” I breathed.
The moment I answered him, he pushed into me with one long, powerful thrust. My walls stretched to their breaking point as he entered me with a suddenness that took my breath away.
He began to move in and out, each time he did it caused my body to quake with unrestrained bliss. My arms and legs began to shake from the pleasure coursing through them, wave upon wave of ecstasy. I buried my face in the crook of his shoulder, tightened my grip around his neck and crossed my ankles at his lower back. I held onto him with all my might as a way to channel the erotic energy building to an explosion in my body and also, to anchor myself in place, both physically and mentally.
“Fuck, Vanessa, you are so tight. This is the best thing I’ve ever felt.” Coop’s voice, strangled and coming in short bursts between thrusts, conveyed sincerity and I believed him.
I built to a climax again and I knew it wouldn’t be too much longer before I went over the cliff of release. It didn’t feel exactly the same as when I had climaxed from his tongue moving between my legs. That was more frantic, but even more intense. But this was deeper, and I like that even better. This was about connection, and I had to be honest and admit it to myself—that was my favorite part of being with Coop. The connection.
Just as I was going up to be catapulted to the edge of oblivion, I felt Coop stiffen as he buried himself in me. He stilled and gripped my hip so tight it was on the edge of pain and I loved it. My breasts were pressed against his chest and I felt every ripple of movement, every twitch of his pecs, and it made me realize how much pleasure I was giving him. That made me feel even better than the pleasure he was giving me.
By the time our orgasms had spent themselves, we collapsed, gasping, to the bed, every ounce of energy that had been contained in my muscles was completely used up. I would’ve thought that I was totally satisfied until my body announced otherwise in the form of a stomach growl.
Coop raised his head and I waited for him to tease me and make some comment about me not eating enough at dinner. Instead he simply asked, “Room service?”
Normally, I resisted eating this late and I never allowed myself to order room service, but tonight was a night of indulgences.
I smiled widely and found myself replying the way I always did when Coop was asking the question. “Yes.”
CHAPTER 18
Coop
“Two cheeseburgers, medium well, two french fries, and two chocolate shakes.” I looked at Vanessa to make sure that I hadn’t forgotten anything.
“Brownie,” she mouthed as her amber eyes lit with excitement.
I’d never seen someone so excited to order room service before.
“And a brownie.” I smiled from ear to ear at her enthusiasm.
“Okay sir, we’ll have that up to you shortly,” the woman on the phone assured me.
“Thank you.”
I hung up the phone but couldn’t take my eyes off of Vanessa. She looked like a goddess, her hair fanned out against the white pillowcase, the outline of her body visible through the white sheet that she’d pulled over her when I’d gone to the bathroom to discard the condom.
A loud sigh fell from her lips. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“You don’t usually hook up with people that go to your seminars?”
“What?! No!” Her face was horror-stricken. “That’s not what I was talking about. I would never hook up with someone attending my seminar.”
I looked down at my totally naked body. “All evidence to the contrary.”
She sprung up to a sitting position and pointed an accusatory finger in my direction. “You did not sign up for my seminar. You—”
“Stalked you for six months and it finally paid off,” I interjected with a faux-innocent grin and shrug.
Her cheeks rounded as a grin lifted on her beautiful face. “I was going to say that you were a last-minute volunteer, but yeah, you’re right, you’re definitely a stalker.”
“A stalker, huh?” I crossed the room in two long strides and pounced on the bed like a lion claiming his prey.
She giggled as she tried to roll away. “You said it, not me.”
“Yeah, but you agreed.” I pulled her beneath me, pinned her in place and showered her with kisses on her cheeks, her forehead, her nose, and her chin.
Her giggling continued as she squirmed beneath me.
“I’m going to keep kissing you until you take it back,” I said between kisses.
She breathlessly asked, “Is that supposed to be a punishment?”
“For me, maybe.” I pushed my erection against her hip. I was already rock hard and ready to go another round.
“Wow!” Her eyes widened. “That was fast.”
“In terms of my recovery time, it might just be a record.” Mr. Happy must’ve heard that we were talking about him because he grew even larger.
When he did, she must’ve felt it because she swallowed so hard I heard it and I saw the flush on her cheeks deepen.
A slow smile filled my face as I stared down at her in wonder. How could anyone possibly be that beautiful? That stunning? My entire body ached just looking at her.
“You are so damn beautiful,” I said reverently as I brushed a stray strand of hair off of her forehead. “You’re the most beautiful woman that I’ve ever seen.”
“Thanks,” she accepted the compliment matter-of-factly and completely void of emotion.
“Are you one of those women who doesn’t like compliments?”
“I don’t mind a compliment. I just don’t take the ones given to me by people looking at me with OCG that seriously.”
“OCG?”
“Oxytocin-colored glasses.”
