His gaze softens, and he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Then let me worship you. Let me show you how good I can make you feel. You can tell me to stop at any point. I will stopimmediately. I won’t ever get mad or hurt. I just want to make you feel good, real good.”
I nod. He rubs his thumb on my lower lip before pushing it in. “Use your words Rosie.”
I feel my eyes go wide at him, using my nickname for the first time. Yes, it is also my stage name, but Rosie has been my nickname since I was a baby. It always feels different when my family, friends, members, and special people use it in private.
“I want you to make me feel good. Make my first time unforgettable.”
“I will.”
Cooper catches my lips between his, and I open for him. Not just my lips, but also my body and my heart. There’s no way back for me. However this ends up, I’m falling for him and I don’t want to do anything to stop it.
I touch the gauze covering the biggest cut on his left side. “Wait. You are hurt, Cooper. What if it opens more?”
He smiles and pecks my nose. “If you want me to stop, I will, but don’t worry about me. I’m not gonna bleed out.”
“I worry about you. Can I worry about you?” I may expose myself too much with that question, but it is out before I could stop myself.
“Of course you can.” He sits up on top of me, turns to show me the bandage before grinding onto me.
I feel my eyes roll to the back of my head. The friction feels divine. He grabs my chin.
“See. The bandage didn’t budge and there’s no red seeping through. I’m more than fine and able to make you moan my name so much your voice goes hoarse.”
“Thank God I have no tour to get to because I would worry about losing my voice.”
“I’m sure you’ll get back on stage. Before that happens, let me show you pleasure you’ve never felt before.”
“If it hurts, promise me you’ll stop,” I plea.
He lowers his upper body close to me. “I will,” he says as he grinds on me.
I gasp and watch him gently tip my head back by my chin. I feel his wet tongue making circles down my neck into my collarbones. He pulls the top of the robe off my shoulders, pulls the belt off and helps me up to get my arms off the sleeves. Part of the robe is still covering my lower body, but not for long.
He pulls the belt off his robe and throws both pieces of cloth onto the floor. My breath hitches at his body. I know his torso is muscular and his arms muscle as defined both by exercise and his work as a mechanic back in his town. I didn’t expect muscular thigh and sturdy legs. I also didn’t expect him to be so hard.
Whatever I want to say dies in my throat when I feel him touching my breast. His touch is gentle. I gasp and look down. He has both of my nipples pinch between his thumb and index finger. He flicks one and a spike if pleasure surges through my body. Every time he does it, I gasp. I watch him as he lowers his head to my right breast and I grip his thigh with all my strength. I moan as he sucks and licks until my breast is flush. He does the same thing to my left breast and I buck into him.
After both of my breast are a shade of pink, he travels south, kissing and licking his way down. He is now so close down there. I reach out for him as he opens my legs wider. He runs his finger over me, rubbing on a spot outside of me that shootselectricity type of pleasure all over my body. I feel myself getting wet, wetter than that day I learned how to ride his bike.
The moment his tongue touches me feel my back arching and my toes curling.
“You are so sensitive,” Cooper says into my thigh.
Next thing I know is that his face is deep into me, his tongue doing what his fingers did and more. I can’t stop moaning. I try not to be too loud, but I don’t even know what’s an acceptable volume. Right now, the only thing in my head is ecstasy and the overwhelming need to have him deep inside me. To be wrapped around me so tightly I don’t know where my body ends and where he starts.
I lose myself in how wonderful everything feels when he adds two fingers to his tongue. I lost track of time, but I know that at some point the pleasure peaks until I feel it explode all over my body. One moment I feel my body tightening and the next one I feel like I’m floating on a cloud.
My eyelids feel heavy, and Cooper is the one doing most of the kissing right now. It tastes different, not unpleasant, but foreign.
“Don’t fall asleep. You need to experience how good it feels an orgasm right after another,” he whispers into my ear before he gets off the bed.
I hear him rummaging in the bathroom before he is back on the bed.
“Up,” he says as he taps my hip. He puts a pillow under me before kissing me. He opens a square package and I watch him roll the condom on his member.
“If is too much, tell me.”
He guides himself and I gasp at the feeling of the covered head of his cock pushing into me. I grab his arm fully, sinking my nails into his skin. The rub of his cock pushing into me is in between pleasurable and painful. I don’t know what to do with myself. I feel my mouth wide open, my back arch, and his push on my thighs to open my hips even more.