COOPER

I set her down near the edge of my bed, unable to contain my urgency. She’s only been away from me for two days, but it’s felt like two years.

I missed her so much. Every fiber of my being craved to have her home.

But she’s back, and that’s all that matters.

“Cooper,” she whispers, her tone needy. Fuck if it doesn’t turn my crank. “I need you.”

“I’m right here, angel.” I kiss her again.

Sparks fire through me as our lips touch. I take her lower lip between mine, locking her in place for just an instant as shivers erupt at the back of my neck and race down my spine. Our kisses become deeper, longer, until my breaths are shaky and my blood like fire.

I caress under her shirt, across her warm belly, feathering back and forth, enjoying how perfectly soft she feels.

She kisses me hungrily. Caressing gently up, I glide over her bra.

She sighs, arching to my touch. She strokes my lower back, her touch delicate. Slowly I caress over her breasts, her nipples hardening. Our kisses turn heated and her breaths quicken.

I tug my shirt over my head then slide hers off and unclasp her bra. I pull her close, a groan rumbling from my lips. Fuck she feels good. Her smooth, warm skin feels incredible against mine. She’s soft where I’m firm. Smooth where I’m rough.

I lower her to the bed and lavish each breast with my attention. Sarah arches to me, her hips bringing friction and heat to my cock. I love how she knows what she needs, and isn’t afraid to show me. I kiss back up to her mouth, our tongues dancing a frenzied duet.

With her long, silken hair splayed out on the pillows, she looks like some kind of mountain angel. The fire in her eyes is slowly, deliciously unraveling me. My mind speeds ahead, imagining all the ways I’m going to make her come.

I peel down her leggings, revealing one perfect of her inch at a time, then kiss my way up her inner thigh. I lick the edge of her panties, where her skin is hot to the touch, and stroke over the fabric with my thumb, savoring her warmth.

Sarah whimpers, and I plant a kiss right where she needs me. A promise.

She squirms.

“Eager little thing, aren’t you?” I tease.

“It’s all your fault.”

I laugh. “Not sorry.”

Gently, I peel the silk from her hips and plant soft kisses on her tummy while I touch her. Fuck, she’s wet, and so soft.

I kiss back down and settle in for the feast I’ve been dreaming of since she left.

“Oh my God.” Sarah moans, her hips quivering as I stroke her with my tongue.

Fuck, she tastes good. Like sweet mountain honey and spice.

She arches to me, her fists wrapped in the sheets.

I’m in no hurry despite her fast breaths and the needy rocking of her hips, because making her my sole focus right now is everything to me.

Slowly, I slide two fingers inside her.

Sarah sucks in a gasp.

She’s tight and plush and so needy. The craving to feel her let go is like an inferno in my belly. I want her warmth, her trust. To linger in that unbreakable connection we’ve built. Where nothing can ever come between us again.

Sarah’s head tilts back and her soft cries fill the room. I push her further over the edge with what she needs, moving with her body as her climax breaks free. She rocks with me, surrendering to me. It’s so fucking beautiful.

When she comes down, her body quivering, I kiss my way back up, lingering on her tummy, her breasts. She bucks away from me, but I hold her firm. She’s not getting away from me tonight.

She urges me up, and I comply, kissing her hungrily. Our tongues swirl and our lips crash, filling the quiet room with the best kind of music.

Sarah caresses down to my waist and slides my buckle free, then tugs my jeans down. While I kiss her, I guide her hand to stroke me over the fabric but it’s not enough, I need to feel her touch. In one swift motion, I’m out of my briefs.

Sarah strokes and pumps, her fingers so soft, sending my desire into overdrive. I’ve fantasized about these moments practically every minute of our separation. As if reading my mind, she urges me to my back and kisses down my chest.

I caress her shoulder, tracing the details of her tattoo, and her scars. I love this part of her—a badge of bravery.

She kisses lower and I comb her silky hair to one side where it cascades down like a waterfall, giving me the most incredible view. Sarah settles between my thighs and take me slowly into her perfect mouth.

I groan as she lowers down. It’s taking everything I have not to thrust deep inside. But I hold on, the pleasure like sweet agony.

We move together, her sensual mouth making me feel so good, until I can’t wait another second and urge her up to me, positioning her across my hips.

Her eyes flash with need in the low light. I pull her down to kiss me, her tender pussy pressing against my cock. I cradle her breasts, drawing each nipple into my mouth. Sarah arches her shoulders and her eyes flutter closed. Her torso gives a little quiver, and I guide her hips so I’m right where she wants me.

I caress to her lower back and urge her down.

Our eyes lock as I sink inside her. This very first sensation of connecting with her has me electrified with desire, and I pull her to me for another kiss.

I arch to her, locking our bodies together.

“I love you, Cooper,” she whispers.

“I love you. So much.” Emotions rise from deep inside me—pure and bright. Before Sarah, I never knew love could feel this way. That it could give me hope, and faith, and so much joy.

My cock throbs inside her, stretching her perfectly. Sarah’s hips roll into mine, and she fucking groans.

I cradle her hips and guide her against me. I kiss her, our tongues swirling. We move together, our bodies finding a sensual, slow rhythm.

Her cries escalate, blending with the sounds of our bodies moving until the waves of pleasure rock through her. She breaks from my mouth to release a series of cries against my neck.

I drive faster, moving through her climax as mine starts to build, my heavy breaths blending with her soft whimpers. My core tightens, my emotions and desire sharp and raw inside me. I come, gripping her hips, her breaths fast on my neck. Panting, I wrap my arms around her, needing her close.

We rest there together, just breathing. I caress up and down her back, savoring the feel of her body against me.

“Maybe I should leave town more often, if it’s going to have this kind of an effect on you,” she says with a sultry smile.

I give her ass a little tap. “I think it has the same effect on you.” Inside her, I’m already getting hard again.

Her eyes widen.

I gently urge her up so I can slide out of her, then roll her to her knees.

“Cooper,” she whispers in that needy, tense voice. She glances over her shoulder, a desperate look in her eye.

I part her thighs and stroke her. I love how hungry she is for me. “I hope you slept on the plane, because we have some catching up to do.”

She sucks in a breath as I glide between her thighs. She’s so warm and plush. Incredible.

With a groan, she arches her back. “Lucky me.”

“The luck is all mine.” I thrust slow and deep inside her, my grip firm on the swell of her hip. It’s even better than before. Our bodies as one, our hearts in synch. It’s everything.

I lean over her and kiss the flowering vine tattoo and the scars it beautifies. It heightens the closeness between us, reminds me of how it brought us together.

I hold her here for an instant longer, savoring the emotions swirling out of control inside me.

“Take me, Cooper,” Sarah says.

I straighten, cradling her waist, and thrust slow and deep. For as long as I live, I will never tire of this, of her body welcoming mine, of her soft sighs and whimpering cries, of waking up with her in my arms.

She is mine, and I am hers.

Forever

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