“I know. I’m just trying to lighten the mood a bit. We can do it when it feels right for both of us. No pressure, no schedule.”
Scarlett nods slowly, her expression thoughtful. “That makes sense. No pressure.” Her gaze flicks up to mine. “But I do think we should ease into it.”
“Ease into it?” I repeat, confused but intrigued.
She brushes a piece of imaginary lint off of her dress. “We should get comfortable with each other in that way first. Build more trust before we jump into bed.”
“What are you thinking?”
She shifts a bit closer to me on the couch. “Well, we could start with just kissing and touching. Get used to being intimate without the pressure of going all the way.”
My heart rate picks up at the thought. “I like that idea.”
She smiles. “So maybe we could start now? If you want to, I mean.”
I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “I want to.”
Scarlett moves until our thighs are touching. Reaching out, she cups my cheek in her small hand. “We’ll go slow, okay? You set the pace.”
I nod, leaning into her touch. As soft as a whisper, she brushes her lips against mine. I know this is the beginning of something special. We’re about to share something I’ve never experienced before. She’ll forever be my first in many ways.
Scarlett explores my lips with hers, tracing over every part of them, making my body hum. When she draws back, her eyes search mine, as if she’s giving me a chance to step away if I wantto. But there isn’t a single atom in my body that wants to put an end to this.
I move first this time, capturing her mouth with mine. My hands find her hips, tentative at first, but then firmer as I pull her closer. Scarlett responds just as eagerly, her fingers tangling in my hair as she tilts her head to deepen the kiss. Our tongues twirl together in a dance that makes my head spin and my cock ache.
Scarlett moans softly into my mouth, the sound sending a lustful shiver down my spine. Her hands slide down my chest, her fingers tracing my pec muscles through my shirt. I pull her closer, wanting to feel every inch of her against me.
Our mouths remain connected as she straddles my lap. My hands roam the length of her back, pressing her into me. I feel the heat of her body through her thin dress.
She rocks down into my cock, and I groan.
She pulls back slightly, her breath coming in quick pants. “Is this okay?”
I nod, unable to form words. All the blood has left my brain and has gone to my groin. Scarlett begins pressing soft kisses along my jaw. “Remember,” she murmurs against my skin. “We can stop anytime.”
Sliding my hands down to her ass, I squeeze both cheeks. “No more talking.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispers, her warm breath wafting over my neck, fanning the flames of desire. She grinds against me, rolling her hips like she’s riding a bull, and it might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. It feels goddamn amazing.
Gripping her hips, I map out the curves to her waist, then glide my hands up over her rib cage and cup her breasts. Moaning, she arches into me and her head drops back. I circle her nipples with my thumbs, then sweep them back and forth over the pebbled peaks.
“That feels good,” she says.
I squeeze the soft flesh, wishing her dress wasn’t in the way, and say, “Keep moving.”
Scarlett resumes grinding against me, her hips rotating in slow, sensual circles. The friction against my cock is exquisite torture. I continue massaging her breasts, loving the way she arches into my touch.
“Cooper,” she whispers, her fingers tangling in my hair.
I press open-mouthed kisses along her neck. Her skin is smooth and warm under my lips. When I reach the sensitive spot just below her ear, she shivers and tightens her grip on my hair.
“That feels amazing,” she breathes.
Encouraged, I suck gently on that spot, drawing another moan from her. Her hips move faster against mine, building a delicious tension in my groin.
“Scarlett,” I pant, my hands leaving her breasts to clutch her hips once again. “I’m getting close.”
Her eyes are dark with desire as she looks at me. “It’s okay. Let go, Cooper. I want to see you come.”
