No talk made it easy. She was now his prey. He lifted her and placed her on the bed. She lay with her arm modestly in place covering her tits while watching him undress. His cock was hard and fat. He hoped he had opened her enough with his finger. He knelt on the bed and gathered the edges of her panties. She lifted for him to pull them from her. He took her arm from her breasts and held it with the other one above her head. Her dress was down to her waist. With her legs parting either side of his, he positioned the head of his cock against her slick little opening and entered her gently.
Her eyes widened. He waited, inspecting her bald pussy stretched around his shaft. “You shave like that for your boyfriend?” he asked, breaking the rules. She nodded, her blush firing up a bit.
Cooper rocked forward and sunk a bit deeper into her. He pulled back then pressed forward again. She was extremely slick and hot internally. After several more gentle insertions, she had opened enough to take him fully inside. His balls were then treated to that tantalising feel of being soaked in warm, gooey pussy juice. He gave her a good solid nudge and grind, wetting them in her.
He lowered to his elbows, cupping her pretty head and kissing her lips. He started slow fucking her while searching her mouth with his tongue. Her pussy was tight, her mouth open, her nipples brushing against his chest. She moaned and bit his lip. She started to pant and grind her pussy onto his surging cock. He picked up the pace, pumping her hard and fast with short powerful thrusts. She cried out and bit into his shoulder as her slender body tensed and her pussy griped his cock and virtually sucked on it.
Cooper gave another two firm thrusts and jammed himself against her, his balls deliciously soaked in her wetness as he ejaculated inside of her.
She relaxed beneath him. He rested there on top of her for a moment. Her fingernails tickled his back as she stroked him.
He softened and slipped from inside of her, rolling onto his back and taking one of her hands, intertwining fingers. He expelled a big breath of satisfaction. “Was that fun, sweetheart?”
“Yes, but I can’t believe you let those guys try and pick me up like that,” she said. “Scumbag!”
“Oh, I wouldn’t have let them get away with much.”
“They got away with ogling me!”
“Well, can’t blame them for that… you look amazing in this little dress, baby. I knew you would.”
Cooper’s girlfriend Sam lifted to an elbow to meet his smile. “Do you think I should go down and explain to the barmaid? I think she was genuinely concerned for my safety.”
Cooper chuckled. “Let’s go back down in a minute. I’m hungry anyway. We’ll pick her up a box of chocolates in the lobby and apologise.”
“Haven’t you eaten, darling? I stopped at a café on the way into the city.”
Cooper had eaten earlier but it wasn’t enough. “No, baby, I need one of those steaks they’re cooking in that restaurant beside the bar. I could smell them. Let me recharge then I want more of these sweets,” he said, kissing a tit. “I’m going to miss you at this stupid conference all week. Maybe I could call and tell them all flights were cancelled… sorry!”
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Sam giggled. “No, Cooper. You’d better not. If you lose your job, you might have to leave the country.”
“Oh, yeah.” His kisses on her nipple had turned to little bites. Sam groaned.
“Cooper, if you want food, you have to stop that. I’m getting turned on again.”
“Can’t have that.” He grinned and sucked deeply on the stinging peak.
“Cooper!”
“Can I help it?” he asked around his mouthful of breast, “if you’re too delicious to resist?”
“Cooper, we’re sleeping here together tonight. But if you die of starvation, I won’t get laid later. Turn loose.”
“Evil woman,” he muttered in mock frustration. He heaved his well-toned, sexy body up off the bed. Sam watched in unabashed admiration as he crossed the room to the mirrored sink and retrieved a washcloth, wetting it with warm water and washing their sex juices from his cock. Already he was half-erect again. The man was insatiable. Of course, so was she. Her pussy clenched as she looked at her man. He was too perfect for words, at least to her. He turned, giving her the full view of his naked front, and she shivered. She wanted to kiss every inch of him. But it seemed he had other plans in mind. He sat on the bed and ran the washcloth over her pussy, wiping away the excess semen and her own lush juices. The rough rasp of the cloth felt great on her tender, well-fucked flesh. Her clit, still sensitive from those two mind-blowing orgasms, flinched away from contact with it. Undeterred, he stroked the little nub and Sam whimpered.
“What are you doing, Cooper?” she asked.
“Priming the pump,” he replied. “Games are all well and good, but I want my eager, panting girlfriend begging to be fucked later.”
“Babe, you would have had that regardless,” she replied, making him grin. She wriggled away from the teasing washcloth and stood, crossing the room to rummage in her suitcase where it rested on the built-in dresser next to the television.
She pulled out a pretty black lace bra and covered her breasts with it.
“It’s a damned shame,” Cooper commented as he pulled his underwear up. His dick pushed the fabric out, “to cover up such sweet little titties. Can’t you leave them bare under your top?”
“No thanks,” Sam replied. “I’ve been stared at enough for one day.”
Cooper muttered something under his breath as he pulled on the rest of his clothes. Sam retrieved her underpants and added to them a pair of ass-hugging blue jeans and a baby blue tee shirt.
“At least I’m wearing clothes that fit,” she said, turning so he could see the full effect.
He cross to her in a couple of long strides and scooped her into a crushing embrace. His mouth came down hard on hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he ravaged her lips with wild kisses. “You’d better,” he said between one and the next, “plan to wear those frumpy sacks of yours while I’m gone. I don’t want the patrons getting ideas.”
As if they would, she thought to herself. I’m just the library lady to them. Only Cooper sees me as sexy. But she enjoyed his possessiveness. So all she said was, “Of course.”
Cooper released her and they linked hands, fingers laced together as they left the room for the elevator and the lobby. On the way to the restaurant and Cooper’s well-earned steak, they stopped back in at the bar. The waitress took in Sam’s appearance and quirked an eyebrow at them.
“Sorry if we alarmed you,” Sam told her, blushing at the knowledge that she must look just as well-loved as she felt. “Cooper isn’t a stranger. He’s my boyfriend. We were just playing.”
He squeezed her hand. She glanced at him and saw a devilish grin lurking around the corners of his mouth.
The woman’s cheeks flamed, and she turned without a word and went back to filling beer mugs.
Giggling like naughty children, Cooper and Sam left the bar with its embarrassed employee and headed down the blue-carpeted hallway to have some dinner.
***
Two hours later, the couple were back in their room. Cooper tossed his shoes aside and stretched out on the bed. Sam joined him, resting her head on his shoulder.
“Is something wrong, babe?” he asked.
Sometimes he’s just too perceptive. “It’s nothing. I’m being stupid.”
“Samantha,” he told her in a serious voice, “if it’s bothering you, it’s not stupid. What’s up?”
She looked up into his face. Such a handsome face, friendly and open with full lips which could spread into a wide, crinkle-eyed smile. She touched her lips to his cheek, feeling the roughness of his dark stubble.
She shook her head. “No, it really is stupid. I feel like… like if you leave I’ll never see you again.”
“Babe, I’ll be home in a week.”
“I know. It doesn’t make any sense. I… I’ll miss you.” She lowered her eyes.
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br /> Cooper placed a finger under Sam’s chin and lifted her to meet his eyes again. “I promise I’ll come home to you, baby. Do you really think I’d leave?”
She shook her head. “Of course I don’t think you will. It’s not a rational thought. Just paranoia.”
“What, like I’ll meet someone else and forget about you?”
She nodded.
“That will never happen,” he told her. “You… you mean so much to me. I care about you, Samantha. Nothing is going to separate us, okay?”
“Okay.” But something inside her still clenched with fear. Her last relationship had been a disaster, and then eight years of nothing. Cooper was the first man who had shown interest in ages, and she couldn’t help waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Cooper seemed to sense her inner conflict, but instead of talking about it, he kissed her. Sam sighed. Cooper was a wise man. His kiss and touch, so filled with heat and affection, went much farther towards filling the aching emptiness inside her than any words ever could. Their tongues met as Cooper’s questing fingers went to the fastenings of her bra, opening the garment so he could slide it free of her breasts. She hummed into his mouth. Her nipples had remained sharply erect throughout dinner, rubbing on the lace, and now they desperately wanted his touch. And Cooper didn’t disappoint. He grasped one throbbing peak in each hand and tweaked hard. The pleasurable sting sent heat straight to Sam’s pussy. Moisture surged.
This would be over before it started at this rate. No good. Sam slipped her tongue out of Cooper’s mouth and pulled back. She opened his shirt with practiced fingers and admired the muscular chest with its coarse, curling brown hairs. His own nipples stood erect as little nails and she leaned forward and nipped each one before kissing her way down his chest. Meanwhile, she opened his pants and slowly slid the zipper down before reaching her hand inside and grasping his cock. That thick shaft seemed, as always, happy to see her, and jumped at her touch. She jacked him a couple of times and then slid his pants down. Cooper lifted his hips, helping her to undress him. She stood at the foot of the hotel bed and lifted her shirt over her head. Her loosened bra fell away leaving her breasts bare to his view. Slowly she opened her jeans and shimmied them down her hips.
“Oh yeah, baby,” Cooper said, his voice a groan. “Slip off those panties and come here. I want to fuck that wet little slit of yours.”
Sam’s pussy fluttered as she imagined Cooper’s nice thick cock sliding up into her hole. She wanted it bad, but not yet. “Wait, Cooper. I want to suck your dick first.”
That rigid shaft jumped again at her words. Looked like he liked that idea. Sam crawled back onto the bed and crouched over Cooper, regarding his rigid erection as though it were a piece of candy. She met his eyes and winked. He grabbed his swollen penis and held it upright. She lowered her mouth, kissing the tip of his smooth, red head. Then she inhaled. Ah, the scent of aroused man. His musk set her even more on fire. Sam kissed her way up and down Cooper’s cock, licking and slurping. He groaned. She worked her way right down to his balls, burying her nose in the soft, manly-smelling sac and worrying the wrinkles with the tip of her tongue. She brought up one dainty hand to cup him and licked first one side and then the other before giving each one a gentle suck. Then she continued fondling his balls while she returned her mouth to his rigid shaft. This time she was less subtle. Opening wide, she sucked the thick meat deep into the back of her throat. Then she slid up. She plunged and pulled, plunged and pulled, imitating sex with her open mouth. Cooper had grown so thick with arousal she could scarcely fit him in. Her tongue swirled, enjoying the smoothness of his cock, its rigid length, the thickness of the head as it nudged her palate.
“Hmmm,” she hummed, vibrating him with her voice. She released him with a pop and said, “Yummy.”
“Oh God, Samantha,” Cooper growled, “do you want a mouthful?”
“No, baby,” she said, grasping him and jacking his saliva-slicked penis. “I want you inside me.”
He half sat up and grabbed her arms, dragging her on top of him. Her legs fell naturally to the sides of his hips. He reached for his cock and positioned it with one hand while he continued guiding her body, aligning her above him and pressing her down.
Samantha groaned as her pussy opened to receive Cooper’s entry. He felt huge in her hole, even though she was still a little open from earlier. The pressure and heat of his cock caused tingles to spread through her whole body. Three thrusts and she was on the brink of orgasm. He placed his hand on her hip and arrested her movement.
“Cooper?”
He slipped out. Before she could even ask what was happening, he had rolled her onto her back, pulling her thighs apart and lowering his mouth to her crotch. Sam groaned before he could even touch her. He lapped at her pussy, licking each lacy inner lip and teasing her stretched opening.
“Looks like I opened you right up,” he teased, sliding two thick fingers deep into her. Then he attacked her clit, licking and suckling the swollen bud. “You taste wonderful,” he said against her. “Come, baby.”
Cooper’s fingers slipped in and out as he stimulated her erect, sensitive clit. And then a massive, earth-shaking orgasm ripped through her, wringing shuddering gasps from her throat as her body convulsed in ecstasy. As the climax faded, Cooper positioned himself on top of her and slid back in.
“Ahhhh,” Sam half-whimpered, half-sighed. Her arms went around Cooper’s shoulders as he began to thrust in her welcoming body. Something had changed. Sam wasn’t sure exactly what. But their hot, kinky sex had been transformed into tender lovemaking which stung her eyes with tears. He kissed her, his mouth slick with her juices. His enticing weight pressed her into the mattress making her feel both small and cherished. Before long, Sam’s pussy was clenching with pleasure again, and this time Cooper joined her, flooding her with semen as though staking a claim on her body and heart. Right at that moment, both were his for the asking.
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The next day Sam drove home through a haze of tears. No matter how many times she told herself he’d be back Friday, she couldn’t shake the feeling something terrible was about to happen. Desperate to distract herself, she considered the selection of audio books she had on her iPod. Not a Cooper Grey, that was for sure. Her boyfriend’s alter-ego was a top notch erotica writer. If she listened to that, she’d drive off the road. Opting for a more standard romance novel, she focused her mind on the Interstate as a historical love story drowned out memories of kissing Cooper goodbye.
***
Monday morning, the day after Cooper had left for his conference, Sam woke up at home in her bed from a horrific dream feeling terrible. She was sore in every muscle of her body, and a pounding, nauseating headache had her crouched over the toilet for several long minutes before she stumbled to the couch. She grabbed her phone from the charger, wrapped herself in a blanket, and called her assistant at the library to say she was staying home sick. Then she just collapsed against the arm of the sofa, trying to remember what about her dream had disturbed her so badly. It had started well enough, reliving the previous Monday, when Cooper had awoken in her bed. They’d fallen asleep after some luscious Sunday evening sex and hadn’t awakened until morning. In reality they had laughed, kissed, and indulged in an early-morning quickie before he had to head home and get ready for work. In other words, it was nothing. Just the kind of thing that happens to a pair of horny lovers after a weekend of wild indulgence. In her dream, though, Cooper had woken up mad.
“What the hell is going on here?” he’d said. “I can’t stay here. I can’t just move in with you, Sam. Don’t you know you’re just a fuck buddy? You don’t think I love you or anything, do you?”
In her dream, she’d started to cry, and when she woke, tears running down her cheeks, she’d felt like absolute shit. She still did. Whether from the flu or from unexpressed insecurity, she didn’t really know. And her fears were every bit as stupid as she’d told him. Cooper had made no secret of his affection. He
cared for her. And there was nothing to suggest he was playing games.
The phone rang, shaking her from her ruminations.
“Hello?” she croaked.
“What’s up, honey?” her mother asked. “I didn’t hear from you Saturday and I was worried.
“Sorry,” Sam replied.
“You don’t sound good. What’s up?”
Mothers knew too much, even from sixty miles away. “I stayed home sick from work today,” she said simply. “I think I’ve got the flu. I’m sore all over and nauseous.”
“You’re not pregnant, are you, Sam?” her mother asked. “The way you’ve been acting lately, I wouldn’t be surprised. And at your age, it wouldn’t be such a bad thing to get a start on it, even if things don’t work out with the father…”
“Mom!” Sam interrupted her mother’s runaway mouth. “I had my tubes tied ten years ago. I’m not pregnant. I suppose it might be food poisoning. Cooper and I went out of town over the weekend and I ate out a few places.”
“Oh, I forgot,” her mom said. “Why did you do that, again?”
“Because while I like children in small doses, I don’t want to have any of my own. I love locking the library up at night and going home to my quiet house, my quiet life. I have never once regretted that decision.”
“I’m never going to have grandchildren, am I?”
Sam raised one eyebrow. “Not from me. You might talk to your man-whore son about it. He’s not too old, if he gets busy.”
“Samantha!” her mother scolded. “That’s no way to talk about your brother.”
“It’s true, though,” Sam protested. “He has a different girl every week.”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” she said primly. “And you? I suppose you and Cooper are still thick as thieves.”
“Of course,” Sam replied, sitting up. The movement was too abrupt for her unsettled stomach, and she groaned.
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