giving herself to him like she’d done three years ago. So much had happened since then, but she didn’t want to remember any of it...except for the birth of her son. That would always be a spot of joy in her life. But right now, at this instant, she wanted to be transported back in time. She wanted to experience once again how it felt when their bodies joined. When he proved to her just how much vitality he had. How much stamina.
When he showed her just how much he desired her. She could never get enough of that. His open display of need made sexual excitement curl her stomach. She felt light-headed with the effect of his masculine power.
“I plan to take this slow, Bristol.”
His words had a shock effect to her system. Slow? He had to be kidding. She was so enthusiastic she was convinced that slow would kill her.
He touched her, using his fingers to unhurriedly skim across her skin, right beneath her breasts. His fingertips elicited sensations that made parts of her tingle. Lighting her up like a flame he intended to let burn gradually before sensuously snuffing it out.
The intensity of his gaze took her breath. She wasn’t sure what emotions she saw in his penetrating look—except for one. The sexual vibes between them. They were stronger than they’d been in Paris. That was hard to believe because what they’d shared in Paris had been mind-blowing at minimum.
While his fingers were intent on driving her insane with lust, he increased her pleasure by leaning over and whispering, “I need to taste you.”
She knew what he meant. He’d already kissed her. She knew he was referring to tasting her in another way. A way she remembered so well. A way that made the throbbing between her legs intensify. The one thing she remembered about Coop was that he never did anything without telling her beforehand, to make sure she was comfortable with what he wanted to do. He was not a man who exploited a woman’s weak moments. There hadn’t been any surprises in what he did, only in the magnitude of the pleasure his actions delivered.
She nodded. He took the motion as consent. Before she could draw her next breath, he lowered his head to her chest and slid a nipple into his mouth.
She purred. Of course he would start here, knowing exactly what he was doing to her and how he was making her feel. He was well aware that he could push her into an orgasm just from his mouth devouring her breasts. He’d done it before and, from the feel of things, he intended to do it again.
Suddenly, he pulled his mouth away and looked up at her. “Did you breastfeed our son?”
His question took her by surprise. “Yes.”
He smiled as if the thought pleased him. She didn’t have the mind to ponder why when his mouth went back to her breasts. Then, as if with renewed energy, he began sucking hard. Her womb contracted with every draw of a nipple into his mouth and her purr got louder.
She needed to touch him. She slid her hands over his shoulders and down his arms before bringing them back to cup the side of his face. Tingling sensations built between her legs. She was certain she was about to be pushed over the edge when he pulled back, lifted his head and said, “Not yet. Remember what I told you. I intend to make this slow so you can remember me for a long time.”
She felt his body shift lower. Then he was touching her stomach, caressing it with gentle strokes. His hands moved lower and his fingers stilled when they touched the thin line of a scar.
“Because Laramie weighed so much I had to have a C-section,” she said, explaining the bikini cut that was barely visible. Of course someone as observant as him would detect it.
He didn’t say anything, but she felt his mouth when his tongue traced a path over the scar. He was kissing her scar like she’d done for his.
The air surrounding them became even more charged. And she was suddenly filled with so many emotions she felt completely out of whack.
Then he lifted her legs to fall over his shoulders while her hips were elevated with his hands. He nudged her knees open and then as if it was the most natural thing to do, eased his face between her legs and slid his tongue inside.
He kissed her with an expertise she found utterly amazing. His tongue went deep. It was thorough. And it was excruciatingly slow. It was as if he had all the time in the world to drive her mad with desire. The more she moaned, the more he tortured her, delving deeper with powerful strokes.
Then she had to fight back a scream when her body exploded into a gigantic orgasm.
* * *
Shivers ran through Coop as the thighs encasing his face quivered. He knew what that meant but he refused to stop. In fact, he needed to keep going because her taste was more potent now. Her taste was what he’d remembered, what he’d longed for, yearned for. His shaft throbbed with an urgency he hadn’t felt since the last time he’d been with her.
He felt her tremors subside but he refused to let up. Doubted he could even if he wanted to. The taste of her juices flooded him with even more desire. When her thighs began trembling again, he knew she was reaching climax again.
When he’d seen that scar he had been filled with such profound emotion. They both had scars to show from their time apart. Hers had been a celebration of life, his had been a prologue to a death that never happened.
Those days were over. He was free and back in the land of the living. Back in Bristol’s bed. The same bed where memories had been made before. The same bed where his son was created. Same bed, same woman.
He couldn’t get enough.
* * *
When the last of the spasms wore off, Bristol wondered how she’d had mulitple orgasms so close together. Had she been that needy? That greedy? That hard up for sex?
If she’d just wanted sex she would have dated Steven, or any of the other men who’d hit on her over the years. But none of them had enticed her to open herself up this way. To invite them to her bed. To tell them she wanted them inside her. Only with Coop could she behave so boldly. And she knew why.
She was still in love with him.
Coop smiled down at her as his body straddled hers. Surely he didn’t think she had the energy for another round of anything. Especially intercourse of the most intense kind. She was so tired she would probably fall asleep in the middle. But then she’d had two orgasms in less than twenty minutes. She owed him something and would fake it if she had to. He deserved his pleasure, as well.
She’d only faked it for one guy, her first time in high school. With Coop she’d never needed to fake a thing. He’d kept her blood pumping. Kept the primal attraction between them so real that she’d been ready whenever he’d been ready. She’d even been tempted to wake him up for more. But not this time. There was no way her body could endure another orgasm tonight. But for him, she would pretend.
“You’re not about to go to sleep on me, are you?” he asked her, staring down at her.
She looked into his eyes and her body warmed under his intense regard. She lowered her gaze to his lips. Lips that were wet with her juices. Why did that cause a deep stirring in the pit of her stomach? Maybe it was because she recalled how his tongue had lapped her into consecutive orgasms.
“Ready to taste yourself?” he asked in a low whisper.
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