by Kaylea Cross
Maybe I don’t want out.
He knelt in front of her. “This is crazy, Libby. What if your parents come back?”
“I think we have enough time. But if you don’t want to—”
He grabbed her and gave her a deep penetrating kiss. She rested her hands on his bare shoulders as he unbuttoned her white blouse, peeling it away and then looking at the lace bra that dared to hide those perfect breasts from him. He slid down her straps, unfastened the clasp in the front as she threaded her fingers through his hair.
The sight of her rosy nipples, knotted and puckered for him, shot straight to his groin. He cupped her and ran his thumb over one side as he kissed it. His other hand was undoing the button on her kakis. She was compliant, letting him explore her belly and the warm softness under her panties with his fingers.
Libby leaned over, kissing the top of his head. He kissed her in the center of her chest, then nuzzled first one and then the other nipple, biting down slightly with his teeth until he heard her moan with satisfaction.
The zipper on her pants was easy, and he discovered her panties were wet as he slipped them down and off her ankles. He slid his fingers over her nude mound, to the little nub holding guard at the entrance to her sex. He parted her knees with his other hand and she used him to steady herself, giving him full access to whatever he wanted.
Yes.
His lazy forefinger traced circles around her clit as he pressed it, squeezed it between his thumb and finger. He turned the angle of his palm and sent his thumb very slowly down lower, to her entrance.
And then he stopped before penetration. He rimmed her wet opening slowly once, twice and a third time.
She pushed herself towards him, trying to impale herself on his stubborn digit. He continued to massage her there, and let her wet goodness cover his fingers, one at a time, as he inserted them in and then out until every one had had a taste of her warm sex. She was gripping the tops of his shoulders, leaving marks he’d see tomorrow.
He kissed her belly button, inhaling her scent below. He streaked a line down to that little bump, and then sucked hard.
She nearly collapsed over him.
Come for me, Libby.
He could feel her legs shaking as her control was slipping. He wanted to make it last. He wanted her to flower and grow and come long and hard. It was all about giving her the pleasure she deserved.
“Come for me, Libby,” he whispered as he licked his way down into her opening and tasted the sweet cream she gave him.
“Cooper. Oh. My. God. Cooper.”
“Yes. Come for me, sweetheart. Let me taste it.”
She let out a series of deep groans as she shattered. He wouldn’t pull out but kept the steady in and out with his tongue and one or two fingers. With each deep penetration she arched her back with renewed vigor. She jolted backwards as he held her and would not let her go.
“More, Libby. I want all of you,” he whispered.
At last she collapsed to her knees after losing her balance. She held his head between her palms and kissed him, her full breasts pressed against his chest. Her tongue reached for his, her lips tasting her own juices. She threw a knee over his thigh and rode him, rubbed him with her wetness, and pressed into him, messaging her need for him to claim her.
Cooper’s erection was pounding into her belly. She tilted her pelvis up, adjusted her other leg and raised her sex on top to mount him. On his knees, he held her off the ground as she straddled him and let her slowly fall down around his shaft, squeezing his bulging cock until it was pulsing deep inside her. He raised her up and then back down on him as they both groaned. He was buried inside her to the hilt, and, God, he never wanted to leave.
She whimpered as he pushed deeper still. She arched away, and he supported her carefully as she leaned back onto the carpeting. He moved himself forward, adjusted his knees to her sides and thrust up, covering her body with his. He laced her fingers with his, palms to palms, and held her arms out at her sides as he gently rode her, driving up and deep, feeling the glorious ebb and flow of their chests pressing and releasing. Her knees raised and locked over his shoulders and he let the rhythm of her breathing guide his long even penetrations at first. But he picked up speed and pumped her. Her breasts were shivering with the force of their mating. Her long beautiful neck strained back as she shouted her passion to the ceiling with her eyes shut.
Come for me, Libby. Give me everything. I want it all.
Her body convulsed and reveled in the orgasm that overtook her finally. Just as he wanted her to, she lost herself in a long rolling spasm as she continued to writhe beneath him. He struggled to hold her hands at her sides, needing her there. Right there. He rode her hard and pushed her orgasm further. Then he released her palms and penetrated deep. He felt her clutch his back, his buttocks as she ground into him, accepted him, all of him, as deep as he could get there.
“Cooper. Please. Cooper.” She was begging him to fill her, and his cock began to release. Her mouth made a soft smile as he pulsed inside her, exploding and pumping her full of his seed.
“Yes,” she whispered.
He gave her more.
“Yes.”
He looked down into her face and knew he would do anything for her. He was filled with joy at the beauty of her body, at how she moved her head from side to side, closed and then opened her eyes, and how she smiled at him. He loved the feel of her thighs as they slid off his shoulders to cling to his hips, the smooth sweetness of her bottom as his hands roamed and explored her flesh.
He collapsed on top of her and they lay together until their breathing was no longer ragged.
Chapter Twenty-six
Libby lay on the soft peach rug in the middle of the bridal suite living room at the Hotel Del Coronado. Although she didn’t have a ring and a date, it was definitely a honeymoon glow that tingled all over her body. The man who snored against her chest and whose legs still pinned her down, whose hands encircled her wrists and wouldn’t let her move—this man owned every part of her body and soul.
She should have felt tied down, restricted, and with any of her other lovers she would have been moving their limp body off her so she could breathe. Not so with Cooper. Her shortness of breath because his massive chest pressed against hers was welcomed.
Her parents would be returning soon, so Libby knew she’d have to get them to the bedroom. She let her fingers lace down his muscular back and she felt his body jerk, then shudder.
He rose up on one elbow, but still kept her pinned beneath his thighs. “Hi,” he said as he brushed hair from her forehead, and then kissed her there, and again just under her ear, and then under her jaw line. At last he claimed her lips. His kiss was soft but not long.
They stared at each other. Libby wished she could guess what he was thinking but decided he was thinking about her. She smiled back at him, grateful to be the object of his desire. “Hi, yourself.”
“Your folks will be coming back soon,” he said.
“Yes, that’s why I woke you up. My parents—really it is my father—are tolerant up to a point. You’re growing on him.”
“Oh, good.” Cooper rolled his eyes. “Like a wart, right?”
“No, I think he likes you. You are quite a bit alike, truth be told.”
He bent down and kissed her again. “I love the truth you tell me when you are coming in my arms.”
Libby felt her cheeks blush. She could feel he was starting to get aroused again.
“But,” he said as he continued to kiss her neck and down to the top of her shoulder, “I can certainly understand how he would feel finding his naked daughter on the floor wrapped in the arms of a very naked sailor.”
“Quite right.”
“Besides, I have to go let Bay out, get him his dinner.”
“Can I come, please?” She held his head between her palms for emphasis. “Please.” She rose up and kissed his neck, wrapping her thigh around and over his. “I’ll make it worth your while.
I promise.”
“Hmmm.” Cooper moved against her, his full arousal searching for her opening again.
“Say yes first,” she said as she moved away from him slightly.
“Okay,” Coop said as he sucked her right nipple, and then ended it with a tender kiss.
“Okay what?”
“Okay you can come.”
“Oh, I intend to. I want to come again in your bed. Can you do that for me?”
“I can make you come right here.”
“Okay,” she said, mocking him, moving away from him until he held her down again.
“Okay what?” he imitated her.
“Okay now—if you make me come again later.”
Cooper groaned as he edged between her thighs and slid into her. She was deliciously sore but her body accepted his girth. With long smooth strokes he rode her, stopping randomly several times to kiss her chest and neck. His hands were cupped under her rear cheeks as he raised her for fuller penetration.
She loved looking up at him when he closed his eyes as he thrust deep. Then she slipped her leg in front of her and he fucked her from the side and behind. He was kissing the side of her face as his fingers felt her nub and he squeezed. She exploded, clamping down on his cock, giving him everything. His ragged breathing in her ear sent her over the edge. The familiar little internal spasms elicited a groan from him as he pushed harder, and began to fill her all over again. He squeezed her breast as they shook in unison.
* * *
They left a note for Libby’s parents, and the next thing she knew they were motoring down the strand to the beach where Cooper’s motor home was parked. The red scooter seemed so tiny under his massive frame, so Libby held herself against his back, enjoying the warm wind breezing past his cheeks and over his shoulders. She put her nose in the base of his neck and inhaled his wonderful man scent infused with the dryer sheets he used on his white tee shirt. It thrilled her that he would want his clothes to smell nice.
She laid the side of her head between his shoulder blades and heard a rumble in his chest in response. He took one hand from the handlebars and let his fingers mate with hers. Then he returned to his focus on the road.
Everything was so right when she was with him. She wasn’t afraid of anything. She felt protected, cherished. Libby knew it was probably all her fantasy, but she overruled her common sense and decided to surrender completely, to steep her whole being in the incredible experience of loving Coop.
They pulled up to Coop’s home, which now seemed so small. As she got closer to the front door she heard Bay barking inside.
Coop unlocked the door, after removing a small round object from the underside of the long door handle. He slipped it in his pocket before she could get a good look at it.
“Okay, Dude. You can go out for a run. Just hold it a few seconds longer. Sorry.”
The door exploded open and Bay leapt in the air, ran as fast as he could in circles, and then started to come back towards Cooper. He got distracted by a large boulder on the edge of the parking lot, and raised his leg. It seemed to take ten minutes.
“Just in time, I think,” Coop whispered as he watched his dog pee endlessly.
“What would happen if you were gone too long?” Libby asked.
“Dunno. I’ve never done that. I think five or six hours is the most.” Bay came bounding over towards them, but, instead of coming to Cooper first, he made a leap toward Libby. It almost toppled her.
Libby worked to stand her ground and turned to the side, preparing to give Bay a good knee to the belly. Bay stopped himself mid-air and sat in front of her, looking like he expected a treat for his restraint.
“Good boy,” she said as she leaned over and rubbed his ears and put her nose right up to his. Bay snuck in a lick that extended from her chin to her forehead.
Cooper was looking at her with a crooked grin, matching his crooked stance, hands on his hips. If she could only have a picture of that look that melted her.
“You’re quite good with dogs,” he said, grinning.
“Thank you,” she returned and stepped to within arm’s reach. “Thank you for letting me…come.”
It was Cooper’s turn to blush. He examined his shoes and then raised his blue eyes to hers. Little creases at the sides ran all the way to his temples. His sparkling expression made her wet instantly.
“Oh, I have plans for you, all right, Miss Libby.” His voice was husky and she could barely hear over the roar of the ocean. But she heard it perfectly well. Even without the words, her body picked up on his intent.
The pause was broken by Bay, who wedged his way between them, making sure his meal needs were not ignored.
Cooper laughed, swung the door open, and bowed. “Your carriage, mum,” he said to Libby. Before she could step up and inside, Bay cut her off and was in the trailer and on the only couch.
“We’ll train him. Now, missy, will you please get your butt inside to I can feed Bay and get you properly nekkid?”
He hoisted her up and through the door, slamming it behind him.
“Since Bay’s on the couch, you can sit there,” he pointed to the bed and wiggled his eyebrows up and down.
“Of course. My favorite spot.” Libby knew his gaze followed her down the hallway because when she turned, he was grinning again. She leaned back slightly and balanced her upper torso on her palms, crossing her legs carefully. Cooper watched every movement. “Bay’s getting jealous, Coop. Don’t forget his dinner.” She felt perfectly wicked as she unbuttoned her shirt. “Seems like it’s getting awfully hot in here. I’ve had this shirt more off than on today, it seems.”
Cooper emptied some kibbles into Bay’s dish, darting sideways glances at Libby as she squeezed the breasts still encased in her white lace bra.
“My nipples hurt. This bra is so tight,” she said as she slipped her fingers under the satin trim at the top of her garment. Cooper held Bay’s dish midair for a second with one hand while his other hand adjusted his pants.
“You’d better feed Bay.”
“Yeah” he said as he turned and opened the door. Bay waited for his command and then jumped off the couch in an instant and out the door. Libby heard the metal dish hit the sandy parking lot surface and then saw Coop’s frame darken the doorway, then take up the whole hallway as the door slammed behind him. His long arms hung on an air conditioning unit suspended from the ceiling. He tilted his head to the side, pressed his forehead into his arm and crossed his legs at the ankles and stood, watching her.
“What, Cooper?” she asked as she continued to rub the tops of her breasts with one finger.
“That this here is one hell of a thing to come home to.”
For just a second it took her breath away. Did I hear this right? Then Cooper cleared his throat, looked to the side and rubbed his palms through his hair without making further eye contact.
He turned and showed her his backside as he took in a big breath and exhaled, staring out the kitchen window to the darkened beach beyond. She knew he couldn’t see anything out there. But he was looking for something.
Her heart broke. She could tell he was struggling. She got up off the bed and wrapped her arms around him from behind. “Cooper, hey, don’t worry. I’m a big girl.”
At first he stiffened, but then slowly he turned and they were chest to chest. She reached out and drew a finger over his lips. He encircled her waist and drew her against another one of his legendary erections, unafraid to show her.
She needed to show him her strong side. “This is just this. No more. Don’t worry. No strings, no…”
He had lowered his mouth and was nibbling on her neck, right under her ear. “Yes?” His voice was husky again. His breathing was deep and hard. She was suddenly glad she had shampooed her hair this morning, had dabbed a little more of the perfume from Capri between her breasts before they left the Hotel Del.
“Just this,” she finished. She couldn’t risk spooking him with talk of love. She knew it was l
ove. Did he?
She took a step back from him and released her bra to the floor. She slid down her pants and stood in her panties.
He looked over her mouth, down her neck, between her breasts and lower, until he ended at her toes, then drew his attention back up just as slowly. He wasn’t going to say anything, so she brought her palms out to the sides.
“Just this.”
Suddenly, he was right there, holding her, kissing her hard, his tongue claiming her mouth and down her throat. He held her so tight to him she willed herself to melt. No one had ever squeezed her so hard, loved her with so much passion, and needed her so much.
If only…
It wasn’t smart to think about the if only’s. And besides, she was sort of distracted by the feel of his flesh against hers. He had removed all his clothes so quickly she hadn’t even realized he’d done it. Libby felt his cock root around her lower belly and up and down the crease between her closed legs.
He picked her up, walking her back to the bed.
“What about Bay?” she asked.
He set her down, pried open her knees and leaning over, inserted a finger inside. “Don’t go anywhere,” he said. “Stay just the way you are right now. Don’t move a muscle.”
“Or what?” she asked, her eyes half closed. Her voice was raspy. She loved the things his fingers were doing.
“I’ll have to punish you.”
“Promise?” She looked down at his hand, two of his fingers gone from view.
“Um hum,” he said as he bent over and kissed her again, tracing her lips with his tongue. “I could do things…”
“Promise?”
Bay let out a yelp and Cooper pressed his forehead against hers, and sighed. “Be right back.”
“Meet you in the shower, in about two big ones, sailor,” Libby replied.
Chapter Twenty-seven
Cooper first lay the dog comforter down over the couch and then let Bay inside, with a command to stay. He heard the water start to run in the shower and felt his cock lurch.
