Then he’s back, covering one with his lips again and palming the other.
He teases me, moving between each breast, giving them equal amounts of attention until I’m practically squirming under his assault.
“Cooper…” I gasp when he nips at me again.
He laughs, and I feel the vibrations everywhere.
I want more. Ineedmore.
I reach for his cock and he shifts his hips back.
I groan.
Another laugh.
He pulls his mouth from my chest, my nipples hard and swollen from his kisses, trailing back up to my ear, sucking and licking at me on the ascent. I love how his stubble feels against my skin, rough but so damn good.
“Caroline,” he whispers against me. “I want to feel my cock in your mouth.”
I pant at his words, my thighs shaking with need.
“Will you let me fuck your mouth?”
“Yes.”
The voice that leaves my lips sounds nothing like mine.
It’s raspy. Broken.Pleading.
He seals his mouth over mine in a hard kiss, then peels me off him.
“If you want me to stop, tell me.”
I nod, but I already know there will be nothing to tell.
I kiss down his chest, over his abs, and don’t stop until his hard cock brushes against my chin.
With gentle fingers, he gathers my hair, wrapping it tightly around his fist.
“Look at me,” he instructs.
I drag my eyes to his.
“Open.”
I do.
“Flatten your tongue.”
I listen.
“Good girl,” he says, and he guides his cock into my waiting mouth.
He strokes himself against me. His thick, smooth shaft gliding over my tongue, pushing deeper with each pass, warming me up for his length.
I can taste the pre-cum leaking from his head, and I’m already eager for more.
“You ready?” he asks.