Page 98 of Boots & Scars

I gasped when they slid down my legs slowly, leaving me bare and trembling before him. He looked up at me from beneath dark lashes, eyes filled with a mixture of love and raw need.

Cooper’s eyes held mine, and I could see the reverence and intensity in his gaze. It made me feel cherished and powerful. My breath hitched as he gently pushed my legs apart, his strong hands warm against my skin. The anticipation was electric, every nerve in my body on high alert.

His mouth found its way to the inside of my thigh, and I shivered at the delicate kisses he placed there. The sensation was intoxicating, each touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him close as he moved higher.

When his lips finally met the most sensitive part of me, I couldn’t help but gasp. The feeling was overwhelming—every flick of his tongue, every gentle suckle brought me closer to the edge. He was skilled and attentive, focusing entirely on my pleasure.

“Cooper,” I breathed out, my voice barely a whisper. The sound of his name seemed to spur him on, and he increased the intensity, making my body arch off the bed. Each movement was precise yet passionate, as if he wanted to memorize what made me feel good.

His hands gripped my hips firmly, anchoring me in place as his tongue worked its magic. The sensations built up inside me like a tidal wave, threatening to crash over at any moment. I tried to hold back, wanting to savor every second of this connection.

But Cooper wouldn’t let me. He pushed me further, deeper into bliss until I could no longer resist. My body tensed and then released all at once in a burst of ecstasy that left me breathless and trembling.

I called out his name again, louder this time as pleasure consumed me completely. He didn’t stop; he continued to lavish attention on me until I had ridden out every last wave of euphoria.

Finally, when I couldn’t take anymore, he pulled back slightly and looked up at me with a satisfied smile. His lips glistened with evidence of what we’d just shared, and it made my heart race all over again.

He rose up and moved beside me, pulling me into his arms as we both caught our breath. The world outside seemed distant and unimportant compared to the intimacy we’d just shared.

His eyes bore into mine, the raw intensity of his gaze making my heart pound. He leaned in and captured my lips with his. The taste of myself on his tongue sent a jolt through me, making the kiss even more intoxicating. I could feel the hunger in his kiss, a desperation that matched my own.

He broke away briefly, his breath hot against my lips. His fingers trembled slightly as he began to strip down, starting with his shirt. I watched, entranced, as he pulled it over his head and tossed it aside. His torso was a canvas of muscle and scars, each mark telling a story I longed to know.

My hands reached out instinctively, tracing the lines of his abdomen, feeling the heat of his skin beneath my fingertips. He shuddered at my touch but continued undressing with a sense of urgency. His jeans were next, the sound of the zipper loud in the quiet room.

I helped him push them down his legs, our movements frantic yet tender. As he kicked them off, I took a moment to admire him standing there in just his boxers, every inch of him exuding strength and vulnerability.

Cooper’s eyes never left mine as he hooked his thumbs into his boxers and slid them down. The sight of him fully exposed took my breath away. He was beautiful—raw and real in a way that made my chest tighten with emotion.

He moved back to me, and our bodies pressed together with nothing between us now. The sensation was electric, every nerve ending alive with anticipation and desire. He kissed me again,deeper this time, as if trying to pour every unspoken word into that single act.

His hands roamed over my body, exploring every curve and dip as if memorizing me all over again. I could feel the tension in his muscles as he held himself back, waiting for some unspoken signal from me.

I pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, nodding slightly to let him know I was ready.

And then he moved closer again, our bodies fitting together perfectly as we lost ourselves in each other once more.

As he moved inside me, it was slow and deliberate, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through my body. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, and I could feel the depth of his emotions in every movement. He wanted to make the moment last.

But as much as I loved the tenderness, I needed more. My body ached for a deeper connection, a more intense release. I craved the raw passion that simmered just beneath the surface.

“Cooper,” I whispered, my voice breathless and needy. “Harder.”

His eyes widened slightly at my request, but then they darkened with understanding. He adjusted his grip on my hips, pulling me closer with a new urgency. The next thrust was harder, more forceful, and it sent a jolt of pleasure through me that made me cry out.

“Yes,” I gasped, wrapping my legs around him to pull him even closer. “Just like that.”

He responded to my plea with fervor, his movements becoming more intense and rhythmic. Each thrust drove deeper, hitting spots that made my toes curl and my breath hitch. The room filled with the sounds of our bodies colliding, the raw intensity building between us.

I clung to him, my fingers digging into his back as I urged him on. The friction between us was taut like a bowstring, every nerve ending alight with sensation. He groaned against my neck, his breath hot and ragged as he matched my desperation.

The harder he went, the closer I got to that edge of bliss. My world narrowed down to just him—his body moving against mine, his hands gripping me tight, his breath mingling with mine in a shared rhythm of desire.

“Everly,” he murmured against my skin, his voice rough with emotion.

Hearing him say my name like that only fueled the fire inside me. I bucked against him, meeting each thrust with equal fervor. The pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak, our bodies moving together in perfect sync.

I could feel the tension coiling inside me, ready to snap at any moment. And when it finally did—when that wave of ecstasy crashed over me—it was more powerful than anything I had ever experienced before.

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