Page 62 of This Time Around
His hand was at my thigh, his warm palm pressed against my bare skin, his fingers running circles at my inner thigh moving farther up, closer to me.His thumb brushed against the gusset of my thong and I mewled.Soul-splintering.Bright lights flashed behind my closed lids.
I’d lost any sort of physical desire for months, and it wasn’t until just a couple months ago I’d even begun considering taking care of myself.That always left me feeling more alone and pathetic, and frankly it was too much work when I was exhausted at the end of the day.
But this, this teasing, gentle and leading touch was enough to make me combust.
My fingers, still in damn rubber gloves giving me no way to dig my fingers into his shoulders, held on to his shirt.
I tore my mouth off his and shoved my face into the curve of his shoulder.“More,” I whimpered.“Please.”
“Fuck.”
His lips met my ear.His voice was as ragged as mine.The friction of his chest against mine abraded my nipples through my bra.And it was oh so beautiful.
Then his thumb was there, at the edge of my thong, pushing it to the side.
“Oh God.Yes.”
“Shit,” he groaned.“You doing okay?”
Thinking was the last thing I wanted to be doing.“Yes.”I pressed my sex against him and delightful fissures ignited, almost breaking me apart.“Please,” I begged again.
“Kiss me.”A demand I wouldn’t deny.
I pressed my mouth to his as his fingers slid through my wetness, spreading it, sliding circles around my sensitive nub and then he pressed one inside.And oh my God, it was heaven and chocolate cake with the most delicious frosting covered in sprinkles and it was everything I needed and had forgotten how good it felt to be filled.
I swallowed his groans and clung to him.He slid his finger in and out, thumb rubbing exactly where I needed and that fire in my belly expanded until I combusted.
I fell over the edge of my release, clinging to him and groaning into his mouth, high-pitched sounds I could never remember making in my life.
He worked me through it, my orgasm seeming to go on forever until I shivered, and he pulled back, slow brushes along my sex that wrung out every small aftershock.
I buried my head into his shoulder again.Sweat lined my forehead, my knees wobbled and my thighs trembled.I’d be sore tomorrow, and I couldn’t yet find a single piece of regret in my quivering, sated body.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” Cooper whispered.He fixed my panties and slid his hand out, brushing down my dress but he stayed pressed close.One hand of his went to the back of my head, the other to my lower back.I forced my hands to release the grip I had on his shirt and I settled them on his hips.“Beautiful,” he repeated.“You doing okay?”
“Yeah.”I nodded against his shirt.“Except for my inability to walk for a little bit, I’m better than okay.”
His chest tightened and relaxed.Silence, and then a small, quick burst of a laugh.“Good.I’m glad you’re better than okay.”
He held me until our breathing slowed, sliding his hand from my back down to my thighs before pulling back.
Our gazes met, his rich dark eyes looked as glazed over as mine felt.His hands went to my hips and he lifted, set me on the floor, not letting go until I let go of him and then his eyes crinkled.“I’m pretty sure I’ve never done that to a woman wearing rubber gloves before.”
I couldn’t hold in a laugh as I wiggled my hands in front of him.“I’m pretty sure that was a first for me, too.”
“Good.Need help with the dishes?”
He gave me whiplash.One minute he was inside of me and the next he was… “What?”
“Dishes.There’s still a mess to clean.”
“But.But you—” I shook my head.What?“You didn’t…we didn’t—”
“I will when you’re ready.”He kissed my forehead, lingering for a moment.“That was for you because I wanted to.”
He moved back and turned to the sink where he washed and dried his hands.Then he dipped the emptied guacamole bowl into the soapy water and started scrubbing.
I stood there, his back to me, and pressed a hand to my still fluttering chest.
