by Cate Ellink
‘Have we got time for this before dinner?’ The words fill the room and it takes me a couple of seconds to realise I’ve again made a completely inappropriate, badly timed comment.
‘I don’t give a fig about dinner.’
I gasp before snorting a burst of laughter. Cooper swats my right buttock, bringing my mind back to sex. Stinging, smarting sex.
‘What happened to the man who had to eat all the time?’ He upends me on the bed and scrapes his teeth across my stinging butt cheek. The sharpness of teeth on the reddened skin shoots unexpected pleasure into me. ‘Oh God, yes.’
‘I got hungry for you.’ He picks me up by my hips and settles me firmly onto the pile of pillows. ‘Like this?’
I’m unsure if he’s asking me to get comfortable or waiting to feast further. I wriggle until comfortable, head and shoulders down, butt high, legs apart ready for him. And I murmur ‘Yes,’ just in case he needs my approval.
The bed bounces as he leans on the end. I’m positioned so he can remain standing and my butt should be the perfect height. At least I hope so. But he’d say if it wasn’t right, even if he’s a little more shy than I am.
The air thickens while I wait. I can feel his breath against my skin but that’s the only connection. A warm drift of air across my right buttock. A quick burst of breath against my right inner thigh, as if he’s sighed. A directed jet across my dripping cunt as he blows over it. And then a puff of air against my anus which has my body clenching.
Oh, I want him. I want to feel him pushing hard into me. So large, so solid, so…
Thought suspends as my body rocks with the movement of the mattress under his shifting weight.
His tongue slides across my arse.
God. Warm wet wicked wonderfulness.
Again.
A purr rumbles from deep inside me and spills across the pillows and sheets.
Again. A slow, long, wet lick. Straight across. Like he’s a cat checking out his food before eating.
Again. This time slower. A little harder. A lot wetter, although that could be my imagination compiling all the wetnesses together.
Again. This time it causes my body to bubble. A cry bursts out as his tongue probes my tight hole. Wet. Hot. Pressure.
A rest while I pant. ‘Not. This. Slow. Coop.’ My words get caught up in my breaths.
His mouth comes down on me again, a wet slick of his tongue, then his teeth press into the side of my buttock. Red flares in my brain. Hot need pulses. My cunt contracts and holds tight. My breath is captured.
A burning sting with a sharp crack. My left buttock comes alive. His teeth move on my right, biting in a different place. Both cheeks burn, sting and throb.
Then his hand slips between my thighs and a moan escapes before his fingers plunge into my sodden heat. His fingers stroke along my lips, holding them open while one dips into my vagina, then two. He scissors them inside me, while he slaps me again. I fight my orgasm. I fight it even as it threatens to consume. I stare unblinking at the bed head, focussing on anything but the pleasure. His teeth let go of my butt. Thank goodness. I breathe. I want to draw this out. I don’t want to come so quickly. I want…
He slaps again, while his fingers thrust inside my cunt and his tongue probes fast and hard into my anus. No warning. No preparation. No time to stop the tidal wave.
Pounding emotion consumes me. All my holes compress. My clitoris tattoos its release. A throbbing beat that drags me upwards, higher than I expected, and holds me suspended while his tongue licks across my hole, back and forth, nerve endings fizzing.
‘Cooper.’ His name comes out in a thousand syllables before I fall back to earth.
Kisses brush across my buttocks, along my thighs. His hands hold, caress, pinch and touch. All the time I’m catching my breath, and wanting more.
Before my breathing is normal, but after the panting has ceased, a cold wet chill hits my heated flesh. Cooper’s hands spread my buttocks, his left holding me open, while his right dips and massages lube into me. Another groan fills the air. Me. Again.
I grab each cheek and hold them apart, so Cooper can focus all his attention on touching me. I’ve become desperately needy.
His fingers have me writhing. Strong and thick, they push and probe. I’m spread for him and he ensures every part is explored. From my pubic bone to the end of my spine. I’m burning. The lube is no longer cold as it heats from the sizzle of my skin. God, never have I been this far gone before. I’m incoherent.
And then his finger pushes against my anus. I tense, for a long moment. Breath held, unsure. A finger taps at my clit before circling, tapping, circling again. My focus switches. Tension bursts and I’m left arching, then pushing back on his finger. The middle knuckle pushes in and I cry out, half pleasure, half pain. My butt clenches, then releases. His finger works its way out, then slides gently in. This time it’s all pleasure as my muscles relax to his touch.
‘Oh, please.’ Begging does not become me but right at this moment, I don’t care one whit.
‘What do you want, Sam?’ So much emotion in that voice and if even half a brain cell was working I could identify those emotions. Need. Lust. Pleasure. Those come to mind but maybe that’s because they’re what I’m feeling.
‘Tell me what you want,’ he says as if that’s a simple request.
How the hell can I answer that? I want more. I want less. I want him fucking me. I’m happy with his fingers. I want to be stretched more. I’m happily stretched now. ‘Fuck. I. Don’t. Know.’ Each word is pushed out as I gasp for air and sanity.
His response is neither a chuckle nor a cough but somewhere in between. More lube. The cold shocks me for a second before it heats. More pressure on my anus. I pant through the push and arch again as the pain gives way to flooding pleasure.
‘You’ll tell me before it hurts, won’t you?’ If Cooper thinks I won’t, he’s crazy. I nod. Words are too much effort. Then his hands are gone. I catch up on oxygen intake.
There’s a rip of the plastic packet. He’s opening a condom. The sound of latex against skin as he rolls it on. Then a slurping and I imagine him slicking his cock in lube, stroking until it glistens. My cunt clenches. I only have to think of his cock and I want it inside my tight butthole.
‘I’ll look after you, Sam. Just yell and I’ll stop.’
‘Shut up and fuck me, Coop.’ Okay, it’s not my best invitation but I’m far beyond polite.
I press back, adjust the hold on my buttocks so I’m pulling them wide apart, dying to feel his cock against me, inside me. Eager to seesaw between pleasure and pain.
A touch of wetness, and then the pressure of his hard thick cock pushing at the tight hole of my arse. The pressure increases. My body tenses, involuntarily trying to keep his cock out. I moan from deep in my gut, a rippling sound of need. There’s the tiniest hint of give. A loosening, a relaxing. Thankfully he doesn’t remove any pressure. I pant. More give. More pressure.
And then it slips inside. It can’t be far because a burning squeeze is all I feel. He pushes in further and it’s like I’m going to tear apart. In a good way. Burning pain. A deep aching throb. Holy fuck. Just as I’m about to scream because the pressure is almost too much, muscles relax and his cock slips further inside. My breath exhales in a groan that sounds a lot like ‘Yes’.
His deep groan comes first, before his hands clench my buttocks. I grab hold of pillows. He has control.
As my butt relaxes, his cock slips deeper. It’s an effort to hold still, for me anyway. I’m full of him and the pleasure is huge but with my panting, each breath is difficult to take as tiny jabs of sharp pain lance me with each tiny movement.
He’s frozen and I’m worried the tight clench of my arse is hurting him. ‘Are you okay?’ I manage to puff out the question.
‘You’re so tight. It’s like heaven. Fuck, Sam.’ He sinks deeper inside me and this time it’s all pleasure.
There’s no more chatter as the rest of his cock slides ins
ide, access assisted by his hand finding my clit and soaking, empty hole. A finger inside me, another on my clit. A long shattering moan is all I can give to show my appreciation.
A couple of deeply sucked breaths and I rock on his hand, pushing back on his cock. My muscles have eased, accustomed to the penetration. I need to move. I want Cooper spearing inside me.
‘Sam. No.’ The sharp edge to his voice has me pause but before I can work out what he wants, his voice strokes across every nerve ending in my back. ‘I need to move.’
‘Go hard, Coop.’ It’s all pleasure from here, I hope. There’s more pleasure than pain filling me but it’s so long since I’ve done this, I forget if it gets worse again. I know it gets better.
There’s a giant pause, as if Cooper’s nervous, or taking care not to hurt me. My heart skips a beat. Then his cock eases out, not fully, before thrusting in. Fast. My heart’s racing. There’s a tightening, followed by a sharpness I can’t really call pain. It’s an edge added to pleasure.
As he keeps moving the edge sharpens and the pleasure intensifies. Each movement, each stroke, each thrust adds and sharpens.
His groans become growls, each deeper and more guttural. The thrusts are faster, his fingers on my clit are hard, those inside me dig deep. Every nerve ending sings. Every muscle quivers. I’m hovering over the greatest orgasm that won’t quite sweep me up yet.
‘God, you’re so tight.’ He thrusts deep into my arse while pressing against my clit and I’m suddenly pushed over the edge. Muscles clench and release. My throat opens and a cry fills the room. I’ve never made a noise like it. Part scream, part shout, part ecstasy. It pushes me further, sends me higher, and I feel the tight clench around his cock. The tightening of my buttocks, the tension in my thighs.
‘Shit.’ Cooper’s hips rock, his cock thrusting in and out with short sharp jabs. And then he slams hard against me, his hands clenched tightly on both my hips, pulling me harder to him. His body wraps around mine and I know he’s experiencing the same depth of orgasm as I did. He’s with me. Shaken and stirred. Soaring in the stratosphere. Flying. Flying until we land.
As my thumping heart slows, I can feel his heart beating the same rhythm as mine. His breathing matches mine.
His cock moves inside before pulling free. A deep shudder surges through me as he leaves. ‘Ooohhh.’ It escapes like an exhalation.
He removes the condom and drops it into the bin beside the bed before bundling me against him and curling around me.
‘Are you okay?’ His breath ruffles my hair and warms my ear.
‘Yes.’ But I’m not okay. Okay is too blah a word to describe how I am. ‘No.’ I hesitate and Cooper hugs me tighter. I’m quick to reassure him. ‘I’m super. Incredible. Amazing.’
He kisses the edge of my ear. ‘But it hurt?’
‘Hurt good.’ I’m struggling to form words, sentences. I can’t formulate thoughts. It’s like I’m still someplace celestial.
The warmth of Cooper’s body encourages muscles to relax and I fall against him, knowing he’ll hold me and keep me safe.
He gives a growl of satisfaction before our kiss halts the conversation. For the first time, the kiss doesn’t heat me to fever point, even though it remains at our usual excellent standard. I’m sated. For now.
When we break, I run my fingertips over his chest, stroking mindlessly. Parts of my brain begin to function. Body parts commence loud communication with my mind. Before I can sort and verbalise, my stomach grumbles so loudly there’s no need for words.
We laugh.
‘How late is it?’
‘Too late for chowder. Will room service do?’
We order. I should get up and shower but I can’t be bothered moving.
Cooper sprawls on the bed beside me, one arm flung over his face. ‘Sam.’ He hesitates and I murmur to show I’m listening even if I can’t move. ‘I’ve… I mean… It’s… No… Geez…’ He stops and I wait. After too long, I wriggle up and lean over his covered face. It’s a bit hard to see but I think his eyes are squeezed shut, his forehead scrunched and his jaw clenched. I run my thumb across his bottom lip. Back and forth. Then drop it to his chin, where I stroke his jaw.
Something’s bothering him. And maybe I can guess, but if I get it wrong I’ll be a total git. I aim for a conversation mid-ground, so I make less of a fool of myself if I’m wrong.
‘Anal sex is raw, harsh, primal, illicit, dark and dirty. It gets me off so much more than normal sex. Did you feel like that?’ I hold my breath hoping I’ve picked the right tack. If I’m wrong, what else could it be?
He could have hated it. He could have been hurt. And I didn’t even think to ask. God, what kind of an idiot am I? How hard is it to say, ‘Are you okay?’ after he asks if I’m okay? I curse myself as all kinds of a fool. A selfish pleasure slut.
Chapter 10
Cooper rolls out of bed and walks into the bathroom. I either waited too long to find out what he wanted to say, or picked the wrong words.
I suck at this side of relationships. I have no idea how long to wait, how far to push, how much to share, how much to keep in reserve. I’m an action girl.
I curse under my breath. Now what do I do?
The bathroom door opens. Cooper’s head appears with a cloud of steam. ‘You coming in?’ He lifts his brows. A bone-melting smile softens his face. ‘I’m running a bath.’
I roll onto my side. ‘With bubbles?’
‘Of course. I didn’t think you’d move without a lure.’
My legs slip off the bed and I make my way to the bathroom. The lure of Cooper would have been enough…but I won’t tell him that.
The bathroom is filled with steam and the scent of lavender. Bubbles fall over the edge of the bathtub. Cooper stands gloriously naked. What more of an invitation does a girl need?
Placing my hand into his outstretched one, he helps me into the bubble-bliss. Warmth envelopes my feet and lower legs. Foam whispers against my knees. I sink down as bubbles, like moist air, caress my skin all the way up to my neck. Warm water encircles, soothes, relaxes and hugs.
‘Are you joining me?’ My hand is still clasped with his so I give it a tug.
Cooper slides in behind me, legs around mine, arms circling my waist. I lean against the solid wall of his chest, making his shoulder my pillow. He nips my earlobe. A sharp sting of pleasure.
‘I don’t think I can explain how good that was. I’ve never experienced anything that hot,’ he whispers against my ear. His hands slip and slide against me in a soothing manner, and I’m so sated that all I feel is relaxed.
‘Hmmm.’ I’d like to make a quip but my brain isn’t up to it. Something about all our sex being hot, but I can’t think how to word it. I’m not sure I can summon the energy to laugh, or even chuckle. You can’t quip without at least a smile.
‘Are you all done in, Sammy?’
I nod.
‘You relax in the bubbles. I’ll stop you drowning.’ I know he smiles from the lifting of his cheek and the tensing of his hands. My body softens as I lean against him. I’m probably heavy but I’m too tired to worry.
We lie in silence, an easy companionable quiet. I drift off, held firmly on the muscle-pillow of Cooper.
When his foot moves and the resulting swirl of water brings goosebumps to my flesh, we stir. I squirm against the cold. A yawn escapes. I’m propelled to move. ‘I have to get out, Coop, sorry but I’m cold.’ Turning my head, he looks as sated and relaxed as I feel.
He presses a kiss to my lips. ‘Dinner’ll be here soon.’ My raised eyebrows prompt his explanation. ‘I asked them to bring it in an hour.’
It seems my earlier concerns were rubbish. He wasn’t worried about the anal sex, just busy planning a bubbly seduction. I’m glad I didn’t go for the pushy conversation. Maybe I don’t suck at relationships, after all.
***
The morning light filters through the curtains, waking me. Last night we went from action to emotion. I’ve always be
en more comfortable with action, but with Cooper, it’s different. Waking with him wrapped around me is no hardship, and today it brings extra surges of happiness, contentment and longing.
I’ve shared all I am and all that I have inside with him, and he’s still here. The relationship problems I’ve had in the past don’t exist with him, or the things that bothered others, don’t bother him. He gives me hope. Hope that we could have a happy ever after with kids. But there’s football. And I’m 38. It’s all wrong.
Our timing sucks. If I wait for him to be ready, I’ll be too old. But could I have a child without him?
I breathe slowly as a tiny ripple of nausea passes over me. Yesterday was full-blown panic. Today, just nausea. Maybe I’m improving and the clock won’t tick out.
I stretch, slowly moving parts of my body away from his. It’s akin to prying metal from a strong magnet. He stirs.
‘Morning.’ His smile is a deep and wondrous welcome. An invitation to the day. A gift of warmth and light.
‘Hey. How did you sleep?’
‘Like I’d died and gone to heaven. You?’
‘Way too much.’ I laugh before shaking my head. ‘I feel stupid, Coop. I had you in the most divine bubble bath and I fell asleep on you. Then slept all night. I don’t know where my stamina went.’
He lifts himself up on one elbow, his gaze intense, serious. It threatens my equilibrium.
‘Sam, if you wanted anything to happen in those bubbles, you would’ve needed another bloke. The sex last night was so good I’ve not woken up raring to go for once. In case you hadn’t noticed.’
Heat suffuses across my cheeks. I hadn’t noticed. I hadn’t thought about more sex yet, either.
‘We don’t have a dive until this afternoon. If you’re tired, we could cancel.’
I squeeze his hand and shake my head. ‘No. I’m not that tired. More sated than tired. So what will we do today?’
The hours disappear as we snorkel, swim, hike hills, take photos, talk, laugh and dive. As the sun is setting and we’re walking back towards town, Cooper stops. I spin towards him, looking to see what’s up. I know what he’s thinking. We’re in sync.
