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My mouth falls open, my aching dick throbbing in my pants at her declaration. I place a gentle hand over Cooper’s, stopping her movements. “Are you sure?” I ask her, meeting her eyes.
Her lips pull up at the corners and she nods firmly.
I blow out a steady breath as I slowly pull my hand from Cooper’s, letting her finish opening the button. Once she does, I help her tug down my stiff wet jeans enough to show my embarrassingly hard erection pitching a four-person tent in my briefs. I watch Cooper closely, waiting for her reaction, waiting to see any hesitation or regret coming from her, but it never does. Instead, she wets her lips, her eyes darting up to meet mine once before she reaches out, wrapping a hand around me over my underwear.
I let out an involuntary hiss, my hand coming up to rest on the shower wall by Cooper’s head. She only gives me one firm squeeze before I lose all control, grabbing two handfuls of her ass and hiking her up and pinning her against the shower wall once more. I press against her center, and, with my briefs as the only barrier between us, I see stars.Goddamnstars.
I think Cooper does too, judging by the way her head falls back and she cries out. She reaches down, tugging on the waistband of my underwear. “Can I…”
I smirk at her, tilting my head. “You want to meet Hank, Cooper?”
Her head falls into the crook of my neck as she laughs. “I hate you again,” she says, but I know she doesn’t mean it. Especially because her pointer finger is still pulling against the elastic of my briefs as she sighs. “I promise I’ll be kind to him.”
The smile slowly fades from my face. Cooper and I are so close yet so far from one another right now. I want more. I want it all. But I know that’s not happening right now. Not here. Not in this shower. Not without a condom. Cooper deserves more than that. We’ve never officially discussed it, but I’m about ninety-nine percent sure that Cooper has never gone all the way with anyone. And, when she does, she deserves to be laid down right. I’ll make sure that happens some day, but tonight, I’ll give us as much as I can.
I nod at her, giving her permission. Cooper chews on her lower lip as she slowly works my underwear down. The moment she frees my dick, it flies straight up, bobbing against my stomach between us. Cooper and I are quiet and she takes it in, reaching hesitantly out after a few seconds to wrap her soft hand around me, making me groan.
“Cooper…” I grit out.
She looks up at me with bright eyes. “Yeah?” she asks softly.
“This…I mean, you’ve never…” I watch her throat bob. “This is your first time, right?”
“Yeah,” she replies, not embarrassed or surprised by my question at all, and that makes me smile.
I run my hand through her hair, cupping her cheek. “Then we’re gonna have to do it right. No more than this tonight, alright?”
She presses her lips together, and she nods evenly. “Alright,” she says with a smile, stroking me.
Another hiss leaves my mouth. “Goddamn. You’ll be the death of me, Sara Beth Cooper.”
She pumps me several times in her hand, and I begin to work against her, the pressure at the base of my spine growing with every gentle pull of her hand. My fingers begin to dig into where I’m holding onto her. She’s bringing me to the brink. I can feel it coming, and it’s like I’m chasing it, but I’m also afraid to get there, not wanting this to be over so soon.
“Can I try something?” I choke out. Cooper’s hand pauses, her brows pulling together. I lean in, pressing my lips to hers. “I want to feel you too,” I say, running my thumb over her bottom lip.
She nods, smiling at me. “Okay. I trust you.”
I trust you.
My heart nearly cracks in two at those three little words I never thought I’d hear from Sara Cooper again, but I force myself to focus on them later. I give a little hop, forcing Cooper higher up on the wall. I remove one hand from her backside, keeping her supported with the other as I position my length parallel to her center.
“What are you–”
Cooper doesn’t finish her question, gasping as push forward, sliding through her folds but not entering her.
If I thought I saw stars before, I’m seeing the whole damn Milky Way galaxy right about now.
She’s so warm and soft against me, wrapping partially around me. I can only imagine how it would feel to be inside of her. I can see Cooper already halfway to falling apart as I increase my speed and intensity. Between the warm shower water running between us, the humid steam sticking to our skins, and the slick moisture Cooper’s creating all on her own, there is a perfect lack of friction as we slide against each other.
We’re not one, butalmost. There’s something almost more intimate about this than going all the way. Something about the amount of willpower it takes to not take that final step, to not just change the angle slightly and let myself sink inside of her, to have the control to wait, to draw this out, to take my time with her. I’ve never experienced anything like it.
And then, all of the sudden, three knocks bang against the bathroom door again, this time much louder than when Grady knocked but a couple of minutes ago.
“Sara? Are you in there?”
Cooper’s hand covers her mouth. “Oh my God,” she mutters to herself, looking down at us and suddenly seeming to realize what’s happening. “Ahh, yes, Alice! I am!” she calls out.
“Sara, what the hell?Are you okay?” Alice shouts.
