Page 75 of Boots & Scars

"Let's just be," she said softly, leaning closer until our foreheads touched.

I nodded slowly, feeling a strange sense of peace wash over me as I let myself get lost in those eyes once more. For now, that was enough.

"If you've changed your mind?—"

"I haven't," she cut me off, her voice firm but soft. "Please, Cooper."

"Be careful what you beg for," I whispered, brushing a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

We headed inside, the silence between us charged with anticipation. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, a sensation that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

"Just… stay down here for a second," I said, looking into her eyes. "Can you do that?"

She nodded once, her trust evident.

I took the stairs two at a time, my mind racing. Upstairs, I rummaged through drawers and closets until I found a couple of candles. Their soft glow would be better than the harsh overhead light. I lit them carefully; the flames flickering to life and casting gentle shadows across the room.

"All right," I called out.

Her footsteps were soft against the wooden floor, and as she appeared in the doorway, I realized how nervous I was. My palms felt clammy, my breath coming in shallow bursts. It was like being thirteen again and facing my first crush, my first fucking time. The way she made me feel didn't make sense, but it was real and undeniable.

She paused at the threshold, taking in the dimly lit room before crossing over to me. Without a word, she reached up and kissed me, her lips sending jolts of electricity through my body. I guided her toward the bed, our movements slow and deliberate.

Gently, I positioned myself over her, feeling every inch of her beneath me. My heart hammered against my ribs as I waited for any sign of fear or hesitation from her. But there was none. If anything, she pulled me closer, her hands threading through my hair.

Her touch was both tender and insistent, grounding me in the moment. This wasn't just physical; it was something deeper. Something I hadn't expected but couldn't ignore.

Our breaths mingled as we moved together, shedding clothes the way a sheep dog shed fur.

For the first time in a long while, I felt like maybe—just maybe—I could let myself believe in this moment. In us.

I took her nipple between my lips, flicking my tongue against the pink peak. She let out a sharp intake of breath, her hands gripping my head as if she were trying to pull me closer. Encouraged by her response, I swirled my tongue around the sensitive nipple, feeling it harden beneath my touch. Her breath hitched, and I could hear the rush of blood in her ears as if it were calling my name.

With one hand, I reached down to unhook her lace panties, sliding them slowly off her hips and down her legs and leaving her completely naked and vulnerable before me. I couldn't help but admire the beauty of her body, every curve and line etched with desire.

As I pulled back slightly, I could see the hunger in her eyes, a fire that matched the one burning within me. I reached for her, pulling her close and pressing my lips against hers. Our kiss was passionate, urgent, as if we were trying to devour each other's essence through our lips.

She moaned into the kiss, her hands tangling in my hair as I deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth fully. I could taste the sweetness of her lip gloss, the saltiness of her skin, and the sheer desire that seemed to fill her very being.

Slowly, I broke the kiss, trailing my fingers down her neck and across her collarbone. She shivered lightly under my touch, her eyes locked on mine. "Are you sure about this?" I asked softly, needing to hear the words again, even though she'd already said everything.

She met my gaze, her eyes filled with everything I didn’t deserve. "More sure than I've ever been about anything."

With her words echoing in my mind, I lowered my lips to her shoulder, kissing her gently as my hands gripped her hips. She let out a soft sigh, her body trembling slightly with anticipation.

I kissed a trail down her stomach, past a patch of soft blonde curls until I reached the apex of her thighs. She smelled decadent, my cock throbbing at the sight of this fucking angel in front of me. I breathed in deep, inhaling her sweet scent that intoxicated me as I moved lower. I needed to taste her, to touch her in the most intimate way. The sight was too much, and I groaned softly, feeling a surge of desire course through me.

I licked the inside of her thigh, feeling the heat radiating from her core. She shivered beneath me, a soft whimper escaping her lips. I traced gentle kisses along the delicate skin of her inner thighs, waiting for her to guide me closer to what I so desperately wanted.

Finally, she spoke, her voice low and breathy, "Please, touch me there."

I reached towards her, gently parting her folds with my fingers. She was wet, swollen, and so impossibly beautiful. I could smell her arousal, and the desire within me reached a fever pitch. I lowered my mouth to her, kissing and licking her inner thighs before finally reaching her most sensitive spot.

Her taste was addicting, sweet and salty, a heady mix that I couldn't get enough of. I flicked my tongue against her clit, feeling it pulse beneath my touch. She arched her back, her hands gripping my hair as she let out a soft moan.

"More," she pleaded, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own breathing.

I obliged, moving my tongue in circles around her clit, dipping my fingers inside her tight, wet channel. Her hips bucked gently, her body responding to my every touch. Every stroke of my tongue, every thrust of my fingers brought her closer to the edge.

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