ONCE WE STARTED HOME, I pushed any and all thoughts of Maggie from my mind. Tonight was supposed to be my night. Finally, after years of dreaming of Cooper, the time had come. The top was down on the Jeep and my hair swirled in the breeze as we drove. The fresh summer air helped to calm my temper and soothe my nerves.
Standing in the bathroom, I looked down at my choice of nightshirts. A perfect choice for tonight when I finally gave him myself. Army was emblazoned across my breast and the soft, threadbare gray shirt hung to the middle of my thighs. I looked up, checked myself in the mirror, and smiled.
Taking a deep breath, I readied my crutches and hopped out of the bathroom and down the hall to Coop’s room. I wasn’t sure how my side or leg would fare, but I knew the rest of me would explode if I didn’t have him tonight.
I wasn’t sure of an equivalent term, but I had chick blue balls.
Coop wasn’t there when I returned. I had a moment to get into the bed and try to be as sexy as I could with Army issued lingerie, tangled hair pulled up in a bun, and that big, honking-ass brace. I stretched over and turned off the ceiling fan light with the remote, switching on the dim bedside lamp.
Heat pooled at the apex of my thighs as I waited for him to come to bed. I positioned myself on top of the covers, propped up on my elbows on the pillows with the shirt pulled up to expose my black silk thong.
Maybe I should put my bra back on and just do bra and panties. That was sexy, right?
The creak of the floor board dissuaded my thought as I realized Coop was coming down the hall. I had no more time.
“Babe?” Cooper called out. Rounding the corner of the doorframe, he stopped, still dressed in his faded jeans and blue, cottony-soft t-shirt. His eyes met mine and all the confidence I once had vanished along with the air in my lungs. It took me a minute of chewing my bottom lip to find my voice.
“I . . .” I swallowed hard, “I don’t want to wait anymore, Coop.”
“Kins.” Cooper shut the bedroom door, turned around and ran his hand through his dark hair. “It’s too soon. You just had surgery three weeks ago.”
My chest felt like it was being ripped open. He didn’t want me?. I fought the urge to pout at his rejection, but did a shitty job.
“Babe, don’t look at me like that.” He came around and climbed onto the bed, facing me. “If I thought for one damn second that we could without you getting hurt, I’d be ripping off your clothes and fucking you senseless.” He leaned forward and kissed me. His tongue teased and tempted, causing my nipples to harden under my shirt.
Planting my hand in the middle of his hard chest, I pushed him away a little and looked into his eyes, searching for the other half of my soul. “I love you, Cooper. I trust you to take care of me. You won’t hurt me,” I reassured him.
Curling my hand into his shirt, I pulled him back down on top of me, wrapping my arms around his back. I kissed him like my life depended on it. I poured every ounce of passion and lust I had held onto for almost ten years into that kiss. My hands skated down his back to the hem of his shirt and found their way underneath. I gently scratched my nails up and down his back like I had for the last few weeks because I knew that drove him crazy.
Covering my right half, Cooper laid off to one side, resting on his forearm beside my head and his knee between my legs. His right hand glided down my neck, over my breast along my left side, careful of my small incisions and found the soft skin of my navel. His tongue swirled around mine as his hand slid underneath my shirt, finding my breast. Teasing my nipple, he rolled and pinched it just enough to cause me to moan into his kiss.
“Please,” I begged. I needed to feel him. All of him.
My pleading seemed to ignite a deep burn within him. His kiss, rougher than before, got more hurried as he rolled his hips into mine. Just as I thought I might get what I want, Cooper pushed up and rolled away. Without a word, he stood and walked to the dresser.
My breath, heavy, was the only thing I could hear as he turned to look at me, leaning on the dresser at the foot of the bed. He watched me with the most hedonistic look in his eyes. His hands crossed his stomach, pulling at the hem of his shirt. It was gone and what remained was pure perfection. Thank you, Army.
“I can’t promise you that I won’t hurt you.” His voice was low and raspy.
“I’m not looking for promises,” I told him, leaning up on my elbows, watching him stride back over to me. “I just want you. Inside me.”
Even though I said the words, my own boldness shocked me. I would have to tell him but not now.
I sat the rest of the way up. Ridding myself of his shirt and tossing it to him, I laid back, baring myself to him. It was the last straw for him. He dove into the soft bed and captured my face with his hands, kissing me hard and fast. His teeth raked over my tongue as I withdrew from his mouth. Before I could pull away, he latched on to my bottom lip and sucked it in between his lips until it almost hurt. The pain was shockingly arousing.
His hands found their way down to my breasts. Pulling his lips away, I closed my eyes and a soft groan came from my throat as Cooper’s lips captured my nipple. The warmth and wetness of his tongue swirling around and gently biting the sensitive flesh caused my hips to involuntarily thrust.
His hands, mouth, and tongue continued to devour their way down my body to the inside of my hips. Coop stopped at the top of my thong but only for a minute. I started to slide my right heel back toward my butt, so I could lift myself up but before I could I heard fabric rip. My head shot off the pillow to see Cooper resting between my legs, my thong in his hand.
“I’ll buy you more.” His words, a promise. His actions, a turn on like I had never expected. My core clenched in response. It had been a very long time since I had anyone down there. Thank God I shaved this morning.
Cooper’s face dipped down as his fingers trailed through my wetness, stopping at my clit to circle it once, twice.
“Oh God,” I moaned, my hands fisting the comforter below me. I tried to move my broken leg out more, spreading my legs further, in need of more. His tongue met my sex in a quick sweeping motion up to my throbbing clit as he slowly slid one, then two fingers inside me. My moans became more and more breathless as Cooper’s tongue continued to apply the perfect pressure, slipping and sliding around the bundle of nerves.
Pulling his mouth away, his finger continued to delve in and out of me as he said, “Let go, baby. Come all over my face.”
Holy fuck.
His mouth returned to my core and seconds later, my body exploded in ways I had never felt. Fireworks burst beneath the lids of my closed eyes. My core spasmed as fast as my heart raced and my toes curled before all the muscles in my legs went lax at once. I’ve had orgasms before, but not like that.
He had just set the bar really high. Nothing else in my life would ever compare to that orgasm.
Rolling over to the bedside table, Cooper pulled a condom out of the drawer. When he shed himself of his jeans and boxers, I almost passed out. There had been a few occasions over the last week that I had tried to touch him, but he stopped me. I knew he was big, but feeling him through clothes was vastly different than seeing him naked. I was not at all prepared for how large he was.
He kicked the clothes back and lifting the condom to his teeth, he ripped off the corner. “You’re sure?” he asked before rolling the latex down his thick length.
I wasn’t sure, but I would never admit that out loud and certainly not to him.
I nodded, licking my lips.
“Let me hear you, baby. Tell me what you want,” Cooper demanded.
“I want you. All of you. I always have, and I always will,” I assured him.
Crawling into the bed next to me, his lips descended on mine as he positioned himself between my legs. Carefully, he hooked my right leg with his arm, spreading me open for him. His movements were purposeful and calculated but gentle and cautious. My hands fell from his neck to his broad shoulders then slid down to his flexed biceps.
I chose that moment to finally tell him but couldn’t look him in the eye, so I looked down at where we were to be joined. “Go slow, please. I . . . uh,” how do I tell him I’ve never done this.
Finally looking up, his eyes met mine. His head turned slightly as his mouth opened then closed. He knew what I meant. “You’ve never . . .” his voice trailed off.
Suddenly, I felt like my chest was sinking in. What he must think of me. A twenty-two-year-old virgin.
“No.” My body trembled in anxiety and excitement.
He leaned down and his lips captured mine sweetly, pulling at my bottom lip. “I’ll be gentle.”
He slowly pushed in, past the tight barrier and I thought I was going to die. My eyes slammed shut while my eyebrows pinched together, and my fingertips dug into his biceps.
True to his word, he was gentle. After a few shallow thrusts, he went deeper, stretching me further. “You okay, baby?”
I saw the struggle behind his eyes. He tortured himself to not hurt me. “Yeah,” I moaned, the pain slowly subsiding each time he sank into me. “More,” I panted. “I need more.”
“Fuck, babe, you’re so fuckin’ tight.” He pulled back and slammed in harder.
“Ahh.” I gripped his arms tighter. “Oh God, Cooper, don’t stop.”
Thrusting into me, finding a steady rhythm, he said, “God, I love the way my name sounds on your lips as I finally claim what has always been mine.”
Crooking his neck, his hand palmed my breast and his mouth clamped down on my nipple as I whimpered in pleasure and pain. “Mine,” he declared, repeating with the other breast.
Releasing my breast and leaning back, his hand slid between us, reaching down until his fingertips found my clit. “Give it to me, Kins. I wanna feel that tight pussy come all over my cock.”
With a few flicks, my legs had lightning shooting through them as Cooper pounded into my tightening core. “Oh God! Yes,” I chanted over and over as I fell head over feet into the blissful abyss that was the world’s best orgasm. It went on longer than I had ever thought possible. With every thrust, Cooper seemed to extend the euphoria until my legs shook uncontrollably and my arms fell to the bed beside me.
His pace quickened, and it felt like he was swelling inside of me. His head dipped down and rested on my forehead. “I’m not gonna last much longer, baby. You feel too fuckin’ good.”
My pride soared when he told me how good I felt. I was scared I wouldn’t. I smiled up at him. Our eyes locked on each other and my hands lifted, running my fingers through his hair as my leg hitched up and around his back. “Give it to me, Coop. Give me all you can.”
“Fuck,” he roared, slamming into me wildly until he stilled, and his lips claimed mine roughly. “Goddamn, Kins. That was . . .” he panted, “amazing.”
He pulled out and my body wept in disapproval. “I had no idea.” Every cell in my body swam in post-sex lust. I watched as he stood up and walked to the end of the bed to the trashcan, discarding the condom.
“I’ll be back,” he told me. Pulling out a pair of shorts and slipping them on, he left the bedroom. A second later, the water next door could be heard through the wall. He returned with a warm, wet washcloth. “I didn’t want you to have to get up,” he said, lightly rubbing the cloth over my sore, but satisfied, sex.
“How did I get so lucky?” I beamed as he cleaned me. “Thanks, baby.”
He tossed the washcloth into the dirty clothes hamper then pulled back the comforter and sheet on his side. I leaned over and turned off the lamp then reached behind me and found my edge of the blanket, pushing it down. Lifting my butt and leg, I settled under the blankets. Cooper took one of the pillows and pushed it down between his legs then pulled me to him. His chest had a fine sheen of sweat, reminding me of what we had just done. I laid my head on his chest and carefully draped my leg over his, resting it on the pillow he positioned perfectly for me.
“You wanna tell me why you didn’t tell me?” he asked then kissed my forehead.
I ran my fingertips up and down the valleys and peaks of his abs. “I don’t know. I guess I was worried.”
“About?” He rubbed my back.
I took a breath, then turned my head to look at him. “If you knew, you wouldn’t want me.”
“Well, you found out how wrong you were.” He laughed a deep rumble. “Why’d you wait so long? You’ve dated plenty of guys and you never . . .”
“They weren’t you,” I admitted, my lips spreading into a stupid grin against his side.
My body pressed to his with no barriers between us felt like heaven. His skin was warm and soft. We talked for another half hour, but the answers and questions came slower as we drifted off to sleep.
The last thing I thought I heard him mumble was I love you, Kinsley, but I was too far gone to speak.