Torrid Little Affair (Forbidden Desires #3)

“You’re in your head, worrying about something you don’t need to be. Just relax and let me make you feel good, okay?”

I smiled down at him. “Yes, Cooper.”

He placed a soft kiss at the top of my pubic bone. “Good girl.”

Rewarding me with a sweep of his tongue through my swollen lips, Cooper took his time, giving me playful licks and gentle nips.

“Promise me one thing.”

His words surprised me. I opened my eyes and found his gaze on mine. “Yes?”

“You won’t run off this time, will you?”

The sentiment behind his words hit me square in the chest. He didn’t want me to feel the need to escape, like we’d done something wrong.

I appreciated that, so I nodded. Maybe we’d lie together and cuddle, or talk.

“Good. Then let me love this sweet little pussy.”

Using his fingers to spread me apart, he nibbled gently on my clit with his teeth, and I felt his touch like a jolt of electricity. Moments later, his mouth covered me, his tongue swirling, circling-all his attention centered on that sensitive bundle of nerves, and oh my God. His mouth felt so incredibly warm against me, and he was extremely gifted at this.

Opening my eyes, I watched Cooper pleasure me. His eyes were closed, his expression soft. A smile tilted my lips when I noticed that as he lay on his stomach on the bed, his hips rutted uselessly against the mattress.

“Cooper,” I murmured, so turned on by watching him.

“Yes, dove. Come for me.”

Seconds later, my whole body went tight, my muscles tensing as wave after wave of delicious pleasure crashed through me.

When my senses returned, I gazed at Cooper, appreciating how truly beautiful he was. He’d shifted until we lay on our sides, facing each other, and I placed my hand on his jaw. He had such striking eyes, a sexy jaw, full lips, and that messy bedroom hair that I wanted to rake my fingers through. His size made me feel small, which wasn’t easy-I never usually felt small or dainty. My curves had curves. But Cooper’s broad muscled body and six-foot-four frame dwarfed mine. And I liked that.

But in this moment, it wasn’t his looks I was noticing. It was how utterly giving this man was-bringing me pleasure and expecting nothing in return. That wasn’t normal. And he was clearly turned on. His jeans had grown rather tight in the front.

“I’m so sorry. I swear, I’m not trying to be selfish.”

He chewed on his lip-his erection was the elephant in the room between us. “No pressure. You’re doing fine.”

He wasn’t begging me to pet his one-eyed python, and for that, I was immensely grateful. Strangely, though? It only made me want to touch him more. He had such restraint, such control over his body, and apparently mine. The thought of making him feel even half as good as he’d made me feel was intoxicating.

He brushed my hair away from my face. “You’ve come so far. I’m just happy to see you enjoying yourself and not feeling any shame after.”

I nodded. “You make me feel very good.”

Those words were hard to say. They were so brutally honest, but it was the simple truth. Cooper wasn’t concerned with his own release, or pushing me further than I was willing to go. He just gave-without expecting a damn thing in return. It made me want to reward him.

I swallowed the heavy lump in my throat as a tidal wave of bravery surged through me. I placed my hand on Cooper’s denim-covered erection, and he sucked in a breath.

“Dove?”

I met his eyes. His green eyes had gone a shade darker with lust, and his voice was low and husky. He was so utterly sexy. So irresistible. I truly didn’t know how I’d not done this sooner.

“I want to . . . try.”

“Try?” he whispered, barely breathing.

I nodded, my confidence growing at the awareness of the effect I had on him. “I want to touch you.”

Cooper’s mouth curved into a lazy grin. “You can do any-fucking-thing you want to me.”

I giggled. God, I loved how he did that. How he could immediately defuse any situation so I felt comfortable. I was coming to find I liked many things about him. The least of which were the orgasms he handed out like they were candy.

“I’m not experienced. I’m not . . .” I cleared my throat, pausing for a breath. God, Corinne, pull it together.

He quieted me with a soft kiss. “No judgment. No expectations.”

Releasing the button of his jeans, I slowly lowered the zipper. Cooper lifted his hips so that when I tugged, his jeans and boxers slid easily down his hips.

Out sprang the most handsome cock I’d ever seen. Not that I had many to go by, but this thing was truly beautiful. Rigid and thick with a wide, rounded head, it was a work of art, belonging on something akin to Michelangelo’s David-only the erotic version. There was hardly any hair covering him, he was neatly groomed, and I wasn’t sure why that was something I noticed, but I guessed it was because I was taking in every detail like it might be my last time to see him like this, so exposed and vulnerable. So everything.

I lifted his cock from his belly, palming and playing with it like it was my new favorite toy.

“Christ,” Cooper grunted.

I stared at him in wonder, honestly curious how he fit this thing in his pants. Because, seriously.

“You trying to kill me?” he murmured.

“Oh.” I dropped his cock onto his belly where it gave a soft thwack. “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”

Amused, he petted my hair. “No.”

Smiling with a new flash of bravery, I turned toward him where we lay on our sides facing each other. Cooper brought his hands to my face, kissing me while I stroked his cock up and down until his breathing grew ragged, and I knew I was doing something right.

“That feel good?” I whispered.

“Jesus, dove.” He moaned. “So good.”

Spurred on by his soft need-filled noises, I continued working my hand up and down.

“A little faster, beautiful,” he murmured.

I obeyed, my hand gliding over his thick shaft again and again. While we kissed deeply, his release shuddered through him, coating my hand in warm, sticky fluid.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Although I wouldn’t know it until later, this moment would irrevocably change things between us forever.