Coop

I’m on my back in the middle of the king bed. Eden is laying three-quarters of the way on top of me, her long hair fanning out over my stomach and her face turned to me. Eyes barely closed, mouth soft with a dreamy smile, and slow, calm breaths.

My chest moves slowly too, but that’s only because we’ve had time to come down off the simultaneous explosive orgasms we just had.

Not fucking with condoms is like the best thing ever.

After Eden’s asshole ex left, it was a race up the stairs. There may have been some shoving, biting, clawing, throwing of persons upon the bed, ripping of clothes, and tearing of bed linens from the mattress. The foreplay was fervent, with deep, claiming kisses, hard strokes of hands, and thrusting of fingers.

While the foreplay may have been hot, it was not extended. As quickly as we ignited, we consummated. I may have slid into her slowly, but it wasn’t gently. One solid push in until I was rooted. She was wet and slick, and the sensation was so intense it bordered on overwhelming. Eden arched her back, brought her legs up to dig her heels in my ass, and stared at me with her lower lip tucked between her perfect teeth.

It was fucking transcendental. Face-to-face was how this first experience without condoms had to be because we were both being hit with such overwhelming physical pleasure it was impossible to talk.

Our eyes did the talking to each other.

This feels unbelievable.

So damn amazing.

I don’t want this to stop.

We’ll never stop.

I fucked Eden with my bare cock, relishing in an intimacy that was stripped down to essentials, and I made the most of that first experience. We were all rolling of hips and rocking of bodies. The buildup was slow and I saw it coming from a mile away. I urged it closer but at a snail’s pace. With every thrust inside of her, my pelvis rubbed her clit. With every circle of my hips, her clit got rolled. I did this over and over again, slowly rocking and grinding, and by the time my orgasm was just in reach, I was gritting my teeth hard with the need to come but the desire to keep this going.

Didn’t matter, though.

I felt Eden’s body start to shudder, her pussy contract hard around me, and the knowledge she was coming made me explode. I dove off the cliff right beside her and it was fucking cataclysmic as our hands gripped each other tightly when we fell.

The best, most intense, robust, shocking, memorable, perfect orgasm ever.

The force of those orgasms stunned us stupid, so all I could do was roll us over and haul Eden onto my body, where she currently rests in her dreamy state.

I wonder if her experience was everything I’d just experienced.

Reaching a hand out, I start to stroke the top of her head. She hums in her throat and nudges her head into me like a cat wanting a firmer touch.

“You okay?” I ask her as I slide my fingers into her hair and massage her scalp.

Even though her eyes are still closed, her smile curls bigger. “I don’t know if I’ve ever felt better in my life. In fact, if I could keep this feeling right now, I would never leave. I’d stay here the rest of my days and I’d never want for another thing.”

Chuckling, I drop my hand and brush a thumb across her cheek. Her eyes flutter open, the green irises dark and glassy as they lock with mine. I can tell that was a changing experience for her as well, although I know that wasn’t the first time she’s had sex without a condom. She clearly had with Brad, or otherwise she wouldn’t have been so worried about him cheating.

And I hate the idea that he’s had that intimacy with her before I did. Hate he knew her in that way when I was in her life long before he was. But I also get it too. They were engaged, and with that can come that “next” level you want to take it to, discussions of alternate forms of birth control and tests to ensure both parties are healthy before you make that true commitment to be monogamous.

God that guy’s a fucker to have put Eden at risk like that. Thank God she’s okay, but still…you don’t do that to someone you love.

“What are you thinking?” Eden asks, her eyebrows drawn together in worry. “You look like you could kill someone right now.”

“About your asshole ex,” I admit to her. “The worry he caused you by cheating on you. I wish he was back here again; I should have kicked his ass.”

Eden slides her hand up my chest, her expression understanding and empathetic. “You always were so protective of my feelings. It was one of the things I missed most when we broke up. No one cared about how I felt about anything.”

Christ, I hate that for her. All those years of making your way through life all on your own. It also makes me wonder if I was wrong not to go with her. I could have left school and come back to it later. I could have taken a few years and traveled with Eden so she had someone.

But I didn’t, and even though I gave Eden an ultimatum, she had never done that to me. She knew how important it was for me to come back to Newberry. So she ventured out alone while I had a comfortable life surrounded by family and friends. It’s an absolute testament to the strength of character Eden’s developed over the years.

So many things she did on her own, including falling in love with another man. Hell, maybe there were even more before she got engaged to Brad, but I really don’t want to know about them.

“I hate that he had this with you before I did,” I mutter.

“This?” she asks.

“Sex with you…without a condom. No barriers.”

Her lips curve with sympathy and her fingers glide along my chest. “He may have been before you, but when we decided to move forward to the next level and do away with the condoms, the sex wasn’t any better or any worse than before. There was no change.”

That’s interesting. And validating.

“And if it makes you feel any better,” she continues, “there has been no one in my life that has compared to you as a lover. Not even come close. Brad wasn’t my worst, but he wasn’t great. He was one of those types of guys who goes straight for his own pleasure, and he’s totally happy for you if you get there too, but he doesn’t care if you don’t. You’re the exact opposite. I always feel it’s never about you, and always about me. I don’t know how you do that…make me feel that way. In fact, I’m not even sure you’re real half the time because of the things you make me feel when you’re fucking me.”

Goddamn I like that. A lot, because it’s the exact way Eden makes me feel.

The ringing of Eden’s phone on the nightstand prevents me from responding. She lifts her head from my chest, slithers her naked body across mine to reach it, and then pulls up to straddle my hips while she answers it. She grins down at me as she says, “Hey, Colleen. What’s up?”

Eden listens as Colleen talks and I have no clue what she’s saying. Don’t care either. All I really care about is that Eden is straddling my hips with her legs wide, which means her pussy is on beautiful display. I’m hypnotized by my semen leaking out of her and dripping onto the base of my cock, which is starting to perk up with interest again.

My hand slowly moves to touch her there, rub the slickness of me against her, but her hand slams against my wrist and locks tight. I raise my eyes to her, fogged with lust, and see her smirking at me as she shakes her head.

The message is clear. No touching while I’m on the phone.

I capitulate and push my hands under my head, giving her an accommodating smile and waiting for her to finish her phone call. When she’s done, I want to fill her up again. My dick starts to swell at this thought and pushes up against her, but she ignores me.

Finally I hear her say to Colleen, “Well, that changes everything. Of course I’ll go.”

She listens for a moment, then nods at whatever Colleen says. “Okay…let me know when my flight leaves. Thanks, Colleen.”

Eden disconnects the call and tosses the phone onto the bed. Placing both hands on my chest, she says, “I’m going to have to go to LA for the weekend. The Screen Actor’s Guild has a charity benefit every year, and they give awards to members for their philanthropy. I’m getting one for some work I did this past year helping to build schools in Ghana.”

“You went to Ghana and built schools?” I ask her. Talk about the fucking irony.

She smiles and nods. “For two weeks in between films I did. Would have loved to have done more, but my free time is so minimal.”

“And yet you spend it working doing physical labor rather than sunning yourself on a tropical beach to rest and relax.” And yes, there’s part censure and part wonder in my voice over her work ethic fueled by her humanity. I always knew Eden had a big heart. I just didn’t know how much she exercised it.

“You weren’t going to go originally?” I ask, because that was the vibe I got from listening to her end of the conversation.

Eden shakes her head. “Honestly, I’m enjoying my time so much here, I just thought I’d forego it.”

“What changed your mind?”

Those green eyes get soft with tender memories. “I found out one of the students I got close to while I was there is being brought here to present me the award. They were going to surprise me, but when I offered my regrets, they had to let me in on the secret. Of course, I’m going now. I can’t wait to see Samuel.”

“What’s his story?”

“His mother died in childbirth, father not long after that. He was raised by his grandmother, but she died when he was thirteen. He was fortunate to be taken in by another family. He’s fifteen now and so smart. He wants to come study in the U.S. and become a doctor.”

I smile at this woman who constantly reminds me she’s so much more than a pretty face on a billboard. “You’re going to have an amazing time.”

“I’ll fly out Friday. The award gala is on Saturday night, then I’ll catch the red-eye back.” She leans over, brushes her lips against mine. “I’ll be back so fast you won’t even miss me.”

My hand goes to the back of her head, holding her mouth to mine, and I mumble, “I’ll totally miss you.”

Eden pulls back and locks eyes with me. “Why don’t you come with me?”

“To a Hollywood awards gala?” I ask dubiously. “I’m afraid I’m fresh out of tuxedos.”

She snickers. “I can get you a tuxedo with the snap of my fingers.”

There’s something about her offer that’s intriguing and frightening. There’s no doubt I’m curious as to how Eden lives. I have no doubt it’s probably 180 degrees from where I am in life. But I’m also not keen on knowing the details, because it will only serve to reiterate that our lives are just too different to make this a long-term thing.

And that just fucking sucks, because if you removed the little problem of our lives being rooted on opposite sides of the country, I’d completely buy into the notion that Eden and I would be amazing together again as a committed couple.

As a couple in love.

“I can see the hesitation, Coop,” Eden teases me. She places her hand to my cheek, strokes her fingers over my temple and then through my hair. Her eyes follow her fingers’ movements for a moment before her gaze slides back to mine. Her voice is challenging when she says, “Come on…take a walk in my world. It’s not so bad, you’ll see.”

My eyes narrow and I contemplate. “What will you give me if I go with you?”

“Oh, so this is a negotiation?” she asks with a laugh.

“Yup.”

Eden turns her eyes up to the ceiling and hums while she thinks. When she looks back down to me, she trails a finger down the center of my chest before she says in a warm, husky voice, “I’ll let you have my ass.”

And just like that, my dick gets hard and she chuckles as she feels it nudging her while she straddles me. Her look goes dark, sexy, and promising. “I have toys you can use on me. Lots of toys to get me ready.”

“Jesus fuck,” I mutter as my hands fly to Eden’s hips to lift her up from my pelvis. She helps by going to her knees slightly. I slip my hand between us, grab my cock, and push the tip into her pussy that’s still slippery from when I came in her not that long ago. Eden takes over from there and pushes herself down with a groan. My breath wheezes out of my body, it feels so good.

“So, you’re coming to LA with me for the weekend?” she asks to make sure while holding herself still on my dick.

“Ready to go right now,” I tell her as I try to buck upward to get her to move.

Eden throws her head back and laughs. “It’s only Wednesday. And you have to work. You can wait a few more days.”

“For that ass?” I ask incredulously. “I really can’t wait. Let’s do that right now.”

Her laugh deepens and she’s thoroughly amused. “Waiting will make it better. You’ll like my toys. They make me do crazy things.”

“Jesus,” I mutter. “I’m going to come just thinking about it.”

“Then let me help you along,” Eden murmurs in that silky voice that promises me I’ll be seeing stars. She starts to ride me and all thoughts of LA and her toys are gone.

And there’s only Eden.