Page 40 of Enticed

She wins. I win. It’s an obtuse form of punishment and pleasure at the same time.

I can’t help the chuckle that moves past my lips as I slowly push the finger I was teasing her with into her pussy, rewarding me with a death clench as I flatten out my tongue and hit her with a few more strokes. I pump my finger a few times and then replace it with two, and that does the trick.

“Shit! Oh God!” She screams, pulsing around my digits and screaming through her climax. I had a feeling Clara would be vocal—but nothing prepared me for how mesmerizing and unashamed she is while she rides out her orgasmandrides my hand, drowning in the hot flash of ecstasy rolling through her body.

“Oh God, yes,” she says as she reaches for me, pulling my mouth back to hers and clawing at my body.

“More, Cooper,” she whispers as I lay a deep kiss on her lips and shiver from her nails clawing into my arms and shoulders. She’s ravenous, animalistic, and not afraid to show how turned on she is, which makes me even more aroused. I stand to fetch a condom from the nightstand after she reluctantly releases me. I tear the package open with my teeth and then sheath myself as Clara watches me from her back, pinching her nipples and rubbing her thighs together to relieve the ache I’m sure is already building again.

“On your knees,” I command her as she grins and then flips over, presenting herself on all fours to me while I take a moment to appreciate the view of her ass like this. Hell, just her entire body in this position makes that tingle in my spine reappear.

“You ready, Clara?” I ask one more time, even though I have no doubts about her answer.

“Yes, Cooper. Now please… fuck me.”

I line myself up to her entrance and rub the head of my cock through her wetness. She’s warm and inviting and as I push in slowly, stretching her tight opening with my dick, my eyes close on instinct as the feel of her gripping me is almost too much.

Clara’s pussy is heaven on Earth, and I have no idea how I’m supposed to fight my need for her ever again.

Clara

As Cooper slides into me, I lose all sense of reality, basking in the feel of him stretching me and sliding in inch by inch, until I feel him reach my end.

“Fuck, Clara. God, you feel good, woman,” he grunts as he pulls back and pushes back in, the slide of him moving in and out almost too much to bear.

“Yes, Cooper. Oh yes,” I moan, dropping my head to the comforter so I can close my eyes and focus on all the synapsis firing in my brain.

All doubts and issues I’ve raised about the two of us together are quickly out the window, being metaphorically shut in a book I never want to open again. Because he and I—right now—there isnothingwrong with this. This is everything right in the world. This is mind-altering sex.

And maybe that’s because there are feelings involved, which I don’t have much experience with.

Maybe it’s because Cooper isn’t a stranger and we have a history.

Or maybe because when you fight something you feel is right and then actually experience it—it suddenly brings clarity through the clouds that have been preventing your mind and heart from seeing eye-to-eye.

The way our bodies move together, the way we seem so much in sync—that isn’t something that happens regularly, at least for me. And even though I had a small ounce of hesitation earlier, feeling Cooper behind me right now—gripping my hips and working my body over until I feel that flurry blooming deep in my belly again—I have no more reluctance about that. Because as he thrusts and I push back against him, I feel primal and in control of my pleasure—but I also trust him to get me there too.

“Fuck, Clara,” he grits out again, leaning over my back to kiss my shoulder blades while he slows down and smoothly strokes me inside.

“Cooper,” I whine, because his decrease in speed has edged me back off the proverbial cliff I was just dangling on.

“You feel better than I imagined you would,” he whispers in my ear as one hand cups my breast and the other finds my clit, rubbing soft circles in rhythm with his thrusts. “And my imagination was pretty phenomenal.” The movement is too much and I know I’m going to come again any moment.

“You’re making me feel incredible,” I moan and then my orgasm hits me and I let out a shriek as the flash of white hits me hard and my body vibrates beneath his. His pounding speeds up, dragging out my release before I hear him grunt behind me and still in his movement, his own orgasm taking him over.

His chest is to my back still, the thick coat of sweat on Cooper’s body dripping onto mine—and I love it. It’s dirty, but so raw and real. It makes me want to do it all over again just so I can marvel in all the fantastic things his body can do to mine.

When we both catch our breaths enough, Cooper pulls out and rolls over, his chest heaving as his head rolls to the side where mine is facing him while I lie fully on my stomach now, basking in the aftermath of our fucking.

“Why were we fighting that?” He finally asks through a blissful smile, reaching out to smooth my hair out of my face.

“Apparently, we’re fools,” I reply and then Cooper stands to dispose of the condom. He comes back with a cloth and cleans between my legs—an intimate gesture no other man has offered me before. But with how wet he made me after two intense orgasms, it was much appreciated and necessary.

“Now I just need some Ben & Jerry’s,” I declare as Cooper launches himself back on the bed, lying on his side with his elbow propping his head up. His hand finds my hip and strokes the skin softly as we stare at each other.

“Ben & Jerry’s? Like the ice cream?” He inquires.

“Yes, the ice cream. You know how some people need a cigarette after sex? Or a Coke? Well, I love a good pint of Ben & Jerry’s.”

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