FOURTEEN
Jade
Cooper stood in the hallway. I smiled and stepped back.
“Come inside.”
He moved forward quickly, shutting the door behind him. I stood in my living room with pajamas and no socks on my feet, my heart fluttering as emotions from the past appeared.
Our eyes met as he stepped forward. He put his hands on my waist and pulled me toward him. My soft body pressed against his hard one, the perfect combination for love.
I stood on my toes and kissed him, wanting that warmth and sexual heat from my memories to turn into reality. His reaction told me he wanted the same. He’s so good.
While he unbuttoned my top, I fumbled with his pants. His dick had haunted my dreams many times, and I wanted to touch it again, have it inside me.
As our clothes came off, we kissed as much as possible. Once finished, I took his hand and led him to my bedroom. We didn’t need candles and soft music. This is it.
We kissed more as I walked backward toward my bed. I reached it and sat down on the edge of the mattress, the same way I had in Afghanistan. Will he?
A lustful look fell over his face as he dropped to his knees in front of me. Once again, those strong, thick hands ran over my smooth, silky skin, getting my blood flowing.
He trailed a path down my thigh with his tongue. I knew its eventual destination, and I couldn’t wait. The closer he got to my pussy, the faster my heart beat.
His tongue made contact. I ran my fingers through his hair as he explored every inch of my tender, pink flesh. Tingles radiated throughout my body.
I remembered the explosion in Afghanistan and laughed. He stopped and looked up at my face, looking so cute and preoccupied with pleasing me.
“What’s so funny?”
“It’s nothing. I was just hoping there’s not an explosion before we get to it this time.”
He rubbed my thighs with his hand a few times, saying nothing, then stood. I saw his massive cock bouncing up and down in front of him.
I watched intently as he covered it with a condom. He crawled on the bed. I scooted back, spreading my legs and expecting the moment.
He held himself up with one huge arm and held his cock with the other hand, positioning it for penetration. I stared up into his eyes.
While the pleasure so far had been incredible, other feelings crept up inside of me as I stared at him. Never one who believed in wishy-washy love, I pushed them aside.
His cock worked its way into me. Everything else faded away. I saw his face and felt his hard, thick cock sliding in and out of my wet pussy like we were made for each other.
As I stared at his face, I ran my hands down his back to his ass. It so firm and strong, just like the rest of him. He leaned down and kissed me on the lips.
I let my hesitation fade away and enjoyed the moment. He thrust in and out of me, faster and harder, sending chills through my entire body.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, so close to coming.
The desperation on his face pushed me over the edge. My pussy tightened around his thick cock as my whole body shook. He continued pounding me as I moaned in pleasure.
“Fuck. Yes…”
His words made no sense, but I understood what he meant as his face scrunched up. He grunted and thrust into me one final time.
“Yes…” he hissed, breathing heavy.
Slowly, he stopped. He stayed inside me, staring into my eyes. Suddenly fear washed over met. What the hell am I doing? This guy is practically a stranger.
“Get off,” I said, propping myself up with my elbows.
“What’s wrong?” he asked as he pulled out.
I looked to the wall, wanting to see anything except his face, those blue eyes.
“This was a mistake,” I said, still looking away.
“Mistake? What do you mean? You wanted…”
“I know,” I snapped, cutting him off. “Will you please just leave?”
Guilt and shame mixed, forming an emotional cocktail I wasn’t ready to deal with, not with him still naked in my bed. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him crawl off the bed.
“What the hell?”
“Go, please,” I said.
“You wanted this too. I thought…”
His voice trailed off. I pulled a cover over my naked body.
Why am I so ashamed right now?
Tears welled up in my eyes.
“Will you please leave? I’ll call you later.”
I glanced up at him.
“Whatever…Where’s your bathroom?”
“There,” I said, pointing.
“This is messed up, Jade.”
I said nothing, a melting pot of emotions going through my body.
“You’re making me feel used,” he said in a joking tone, still not taking me seriously.
“Welcome to my world,” I said angrily. “Please leave, okay?”
He grabbed his clothes then left the room. Tears flowed.
Why the hell am I crying? That was so wonderful.
Not understanding why I was so upset made it so much worse.
When I heard him leave a few minutes later, practically slamming my front door, I laid back and cried, letting everything out. It wasn’t him, but he had opened a floodgate that would not be closed easily. The mix of joy and sadness confused the hell out of me.
All my problems had started after I got back from Afghanistan. I had seen brutality, the mistreatment of women and so much more.
None of my life made sense after I had returned from that dirty, dusty, crazy country. Gradually, the tears dried up, but I still felt terrible.
Cooper will never speak to me again. Not after that outburst. I don’t blame him. I’m such a mess! The sadness turned to self-loathing.
I thought about calling and begging him to come back, trying to explain how crazy my life had become after meeting him over there, but I didn’t.
Why would someone perfect like him want a problem-woman like myself?
The answer would not come.