Page 79 of Boots & Scars

“They couldn’t pry me away from you, killer,” he replied.

Without warning, his tongue slid inside of me. I rolled my hips, trying to move against it. He moved deeper, exploring every inch of my folds, making me moan louder. Cooper's hands left my breasts, sliding down my body, until they clutched my hips. His fingers replaced his tongue, gliding through my wetness, finding my opening, and gently pressing against it. A small cry escaped me as he slid inside, filling me completely. He began to move, thrusting in and out, matching the rhythm of his mouth on my clit.

I felt myself spiraling out of control, the pleasure building, and the anticipation of release growing stronger with each thrust. My nails dug into Cooper's shoulders, urging him on. "Yes, yes," I chanted, my voice growing more breathy with every passing second.

He picked up the pace, his fingers pumping in and out, while his tongue never ceased its flicking motion. I could feel the orgasm building, a growing wave that threatened to overcome me at any moment.

"Cooper, please," I begged, my voice a strained whisper, "please don't stop, I'm so close."

Cooper's eyes met mine, his gaze intense as he continued his unyielding assault on my sensitive areas. I could see the desire burning in his eyes, the same desire I felt coursing through me.

Suddenly, I was there, that elusive edge, the moment of ultimate release just out of reach. Then, without warning, I tumbled over; the pleasure pulsing through me in waves.

My body shuddered as waves of pleasure washed over me. I cried out his name, my back arching as I felt the orgasm coursing through me. Cooper held me tight, his tongue never wavering, until the last shudder had passed.

He didn't stop, continuing to work his magic, suckling and thrusting with his fingers. Not until I was completely boneless, a pile of frayed nerves sensitive to touch.

"Cooper," I whispered, my voice shaking. "I'm going to... oh gosh."

"Is that so?" he asked, amused.

"You're so good," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "You must have had a lot of practice."

Cooper grinned up at me, his hands still resting on my hips. "Not any that matters," he said, his voice low and husky.

I leaned down and kissed him, tasting myself on his lips. Cooper's hands slid up my back, pulling me closer as we deepened the kiss.

I pulled away slightly, my hand reaching down to trace the outline of his jaw. It had been a while since we'd been this close, and the emotions that surged through me were both exhilarating and overwhelming.

When we finally broke apart, I rested my head on his shoulder, my heart still racing. Cooper wrapped his arms around me, holding me close as we caught our breath.

Cooper's hand moved to my waist, and I leaned into him, my lips finding his neck. "I like you," I whispered, my words barely audible. “A lot.”

“Hmm.”

"How old are you?" I asked, the question slipping out before I could stop it.

Cooper raised an eyebrow, his fingers trailing down my arm. "How old... you're only asking me that now?"

I shrugged, waiting for his answer. He studied me for a moment before replying.

"Twenty-eight."

"Twenty-eight," I murmured, trying to reconcile the number with the man in front of me.

"Why?" he asked, his voice carrying an edge. "Is that too old for you?"

"What? Of course not," I replied quickly. "My parents had an age difference between them, you know."

He grunted, pulling me closer to him. His warmth was comforting against the chill in the room.

"Hey, Coop?" I hesitated slightly, unsure if I should ask. "Can you… can you tell me about your parents?"

His body tensed beneath me. "Why do you want to know about them?"

"I want to know everything about you," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

He gave me a long look, his eyes searching mine. "That's not something I'm inclined to talk about."

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