Page 46 of Summer Nights

I whimpered, sweat beading on my forehead. He was driving me crazy with desire. I tugged on his hair. "Coop."

"You need this, baby?" He rolled my clit between his fingers, and I was powerless to say no.

"Yes. I need your mouth. Your tongue. And your cock," I said, feeling powerful telling him exactly what I wanted.

His eyes had a glint of challenge in them. "You'll get all of me and more."

It was the more I was worried about. But I was fairly sure he was talking about some far-off thing in the future. Nothing for me to worry about now in this moment. I just wanted his mouth on my clit.

"Please." My tone was breathy, desperate even.

"I love when you beg." He gazed up my body, and I'd never felt more beautiful. "You're so gorgeous when you're naked, your nipples hard, and your clit swollen for me."

"This is all for you," I said honestly, breaking with my usual code of conduct with men. I never mentioned how much I needed or wanted them. I didn't want to encourage anyone. But I couldn't stop the honest words from flowing.

He was giving me exactly what I needed.

He fingered me, and in combination with his mouth, drove me higher. I bit my lip, not wanting to orgasm yet.

"You want to come on my cock?"

I nodded shakily. "God, yes."

He rose to his full height, turning me gently so that my elbows rested on the stool. "Mmm. Cooper will do for now."

I couldn't protest or call out his cockiness, not when he'd left me on the edge. I needed him to get me there.

He nudged my legs wider, his fingers dipping into the wetness between them. I arched my back, enticing him. I'd never felt more desired.

I needed this. I needed him. It didn't make me weak. I felt powerful when I was with him. Usually felt weaker when I gave into a man's desire.

His cock nudged my entrance, and I cried out.

"Do we need a condom?" His voice was guttural, telling me he was holding himself back.

"I was recently tested," I said over my shoulder.

His jaw clenched. "Me too."

"And I'm already pregnant." I still couldn't quite believe that fact.

He ran a hand down my spine, sending tingles through my body. "That's too bad. I wouldn't mind knocking you up again."

His words were pure fantasy. Some kind of caveman need to possess. I let him get away with it because it made me dripping wet. It shouldn't. But it did. I let it go because it was a fantasy. We were just talking dirty to heighten our desire. It didn't mean anything. It was just sex.

I kept repeating that mantra to myself as his cock eased inside me, somehow feeling bigger than the last time. Maybe it was the removal of the barrier between us that made it more intense.

His hands gripped my hips as he sank deep. I bit my lip against the incredible sensations assaulting my senses. He reached underneath me and rubbed my clit. I wouldn't last long.

I arched my back, urging him to move, to go deeper, harder.

He gripped my hips, pulling all the way out and driving deep. I moved with him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

I wasn't falling deeper with him. This wasn't emotional. It was just good sex. Although if I was being honest with myself, nothing had ever felt quite like this. Cooper saw me in a way that no one else did, and it stood to reason that sex felt different too. More intense. More intimate.

I shoved off that idea and gave into the rising orgasm.

His fingers found my swollen clit again, and I went off like a rocket, spasming around his cock as my arms gave out. I slumped over the stool as my body shook with the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm I'd ever had. I wrote it off to pregnancy hormones.