Page 17 of Coping Skills

With a quick detour to his bedroom, he grabbed a condom, ripping it open and rolling it on while he walked to the couch, not caring where the wrapper landed. Leaning down, he braced himself over Elena with one hand on the back of the couch behind her head and the other on the arm, kissing her thoroughly. Her hands traveled up his chest, wrapping behind his neck, pulling him as close as she could, but he held himself firm, not ready to relinquish the kiss yet.

Kissing his way down her neck, he wrapped his lips around one of those perfect nipples, sucking hard as he flicked his tongue over the tip, a lot like the way he sucked on her clit. The analyzer in him enjoyed the different but equally intense reactions the same action provoked on two different body parts.

She arched into him, and he pulled back, tugging on her nipple until it popped out of his mouth. Repeating the action on the other side, her hands scrabbled at his shoulders and biceps, uttering breathless sounds, a mixture of English and Spanish that he didn’t understand, but trying to convince him to press their bodies together. He loved when he reduced her to Spanglish.

“Please. Dios, por favor. I want you inside me.”

And those were the magic words. With a growl, he gripped her hips, pulling her onto his lap as he sat down. “C’mon, baby. Climb on.”

Lifting up, she reached down between them, lining him up, then she sank down all the way in one long, hot slide. His head fell back against the top of the cushions behind him, his jaw clenching, his hips flexing up without thought. She gasped. He could fall in love with her sounds.

He held himself still after that one thrust, even though everything in him screamed to hold onto her hips and pump himself up into her hard and fast. But he didn’t give in. Waiting for her to move, he wanted to let her set the pace for the first time since they’d started this relationship, such as it was. He’d always taken over, which she hadn’t objected to, but he wanted her to be the one in control, wanting her to take what she needed and show him how much she wanted it in the process.

After what felt like forever, she rolled her hips. Then again. He opened his eyes, and the gleam in hers told him she was teasing on purpose. He growled, running his hands up and down her back. She moved again, just as slow as before, only rolling and grinding, not moving up and down at all.

With his hands behind her shoulder blades, he pressed her toward him, deciding he’d take advantage of her lack of bouncing for now by tonguing her nipples some more. Her back arched, pressing herself further into his mouth once he made contact, and her hips bucked. He made tight circles around the point of her nipple with his tongue, and her hips bucked again. Sucking provoked a different movement, and he alternated what he did to her breasts, holding them steady with his hands now, causing her movements to change from her reactions to him.

When she couldn’t take it anymore, she lifted a little, slamming back down on him, driving him in deep. He pulled his head back from her chest, her nipples now shiny and harder than he thought they could get, watching her move on him. She slowed, looking down at him, but with his hands on her hips, he encouraged her to keep going. “Yeah, baby. Just like that. Don’t stop.”

She lifted higher, slow, until he was barely inside her, dropping her weight again when she reached the top. He thrust up into her this time, and she gasped at the force of their hips coming together. On the next downstroke, he held her in place for a beat, grinding her against him. The next time she did it herself, her eyes heavy-lidded with enjoyment.

“Oh God,” she said the next time. Their pace slowly picked up, still the long slide up, the quick drop, her grinding into his upward thrust. Thank God she looked close, because he didn’t know how long he could last like this. He was determined that he wouldn’t come until she did, though, so he started working differential equations in his head to distract himself.

It didn’t work very well, the sight of her tits bouncing in his face every bit as fantastic as he’d imagined, pulling him back into the moment and out of complex math problems, propelling him closer to orgasm with the feel of her wrapped all around him, his cock driving deep inside her.

Good God. Maybe he could focus on simple algebra. Solve forx.Um, fuck. No. He couldn’t even come up with something. Multiplication tables might help. Two times two is four. Two times three is six.

Her pussy gripped his cock, so tight and snug, he didn’t think he’d ever get enough of it.

Where was he? Shit. He couldn’t think. Not with her on his lap like this. He thrust into her stronger than before, grinding her hard against him, his hands now directing the movements of her hips. He couldn’t hold back anymore, couldn’t distract himself. If he came first he’d get her off some other way. This was just too much. He couldn’t take it.

Slamming her down again, grinding her pelvis against his, her pussy started contracting around his cock, her head thrown back and her thighs squeezing against him as she came. Thank Christ. And that was all it took to send him barreling over the edge too, all his muscles contracting as he held her against him, then thrust once more as he spilled into the condom, buried as deep inside her as he could get.

She fell against him, her head landing on his shoulder as he relaxed back into the couch, feeling like he could melt into it, become one with the furniture, his body limp and sated. Stroking her back, he turned his head to kiss her temple.

She slid off his lap a few minutes later, and he brushed a kiss on her lips before going to deal with the condom. When he came back out, she was getting dressed again. He made a pouty face—he’d been hoping for some naked cuddling—and she laughed at him.

“I’m not going to finish making cookies naked. C’mon. Put your shorts on at least.”

“Alright, fine.” He snatched the shorts out of the air when she tossed them to him, heading into the kitchen to deal with the mess he’d made of the first batch of cookies and bake the rest.

Elena grabbed a spoon out of a drawer, having been there enough times to know where they were, and helped herself to a heaping scoop of dough, popping it into her mouth. He gave her a mock-stern glare before pulling her second spoonful of dough to his own mouth.

“Hey!”

He grinned. “Sharing is caring, right?”

“Whatever,” she grumbled as she got herself another spoonful. “These are going to be really good cookies if you can manage not to burn them.”

He shot her a look. “Yeah. Don’t distract me this time, and I won’t.” Her lips curved into a smile around her spoon.

She had this wicked, playful side that he didn’t get to see very often. And he loved it when this side of her came out. Especially since she didn’t seem to be in a hurry to leave after sex this time like she usually did. He’d only gotten her to stick around one other time before. Maybe this meant she was becoming more open to them being more than just a convenient hook-up.

The last time he’d asked her to do something outside of his apartment, she’d said, “Look. I like you. I have fun with you. But I don’t have time for a boyfriend.”

He’d blinked at her and said, “Oh, okay,” like a moron. She’d gone home less than five minutes later. That had been three weeks ago. But she’d stayed after sex last week, and again today. Would she reconsider if he asked her to do something else now?

Avoiding her gaze, he focused on scraping the burned cookies into the trash can and washing the cookie sheet while the oven heated up again. He’d had the presence of mind to turn it off, apparently, though he had no memory of doing so. Or maybe Elena had. At least they hadn’t burned the apartment down.

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