Page 27 of Cooper’s Promise

Chapter Seven

At last. Cooper finally believed that the woman here in his bed, in his arms, might be his match. He got up from the bed, and went to his closet. He pulled a tie off one of his hangers, and then snatched a condom from his nightstand. He looked back at Brenna; she was looking at him with avid curiosity. Her hands were now crossed at the wrists above her head. Perfect.

He knew how to tie the silk so that it wouldn’t cut off her circulation, and he threaded it through the spindle of his headboard. She was breathing hard.

“Are you okay?”

She gave him a sultry smile.

“I want to take that as a yes, but I need you to tell me, sweetheart.”

“God, yes.”

He watched her shudder; her breasts moved, and his cock swelled even more. This was Brenna. He had never been more aroused. Never.

He stroked his hands down her ribs, down her hips, down the outside of her thighs.

“Quit teasing,” she commanded as she spread her legs.

“Really? You really think you’re in control?” For the first time she flashed a moment of doubt.

“Cooper. I need you.”

“I told you this would be on my terms,” he smiled down at her. He brushed his hands up the inside of her legs, but avoided her sex, loving the way she moaned. He intended to tease her until she was mindless with want.

His hands easily spanned her waist, caressing the smooth skin of her stomach. His fingers traced her belly button. He bent and licked, and she bucked up. He stroked his tongue upwards, tracing his way up her sternum.

“My breasts, please, Cooper.” He liked the sound of his name on her lips. He needed a kiss. He eased over her body, and took her mouth. Magic flowed between them. Long wet kisses sent him spiraling into a whirlwind of want.

He was careful not to rest his full weight on top of her delicate form, but he gloried in the feel of her hard-tipped nipples raking against his chest. She undulated against him, then tried to wrap her legs around him, but he captured her legs and pressed them down against the bed. He reared up on his knees and looked down at his captive, spread out for his pleasure. God, she was beautiful.

“Don’t make me wait. Fuck me.”

“You’re not in charge,” he said thickly. Her folds were shiny with moisture and they called to him. He couldn’t wait another second. “Keep still, can you do that? Can you, Brenna?” He waited, and finally she nodded. He grabbed the condom and sheathed himself.

She continued to hold herself open as his cock began to sink into her tight depths. Dammit, she was too snug. He stopped.

“Please, Cooper.” He studied her expression and saw nothing but passion and pleasure, so he continued to press forward, reveling in the exquisite feel of her body’s welcome. Finally, he was seated, and she gave a decadent smile that he needed to share. Cooper rubbed his cheek against Brenna’s, then slowly slid his lips on top of hers. Again the magic blossomed, taking them high above the clouds, as he began to stroke in and out of her pussy.

He felt sweat forming on his brow, then relief flowed through him as he heard her begin to pant and mewl. Where before her body met his in a synchronized rhythm, Brenna was now thrashing as she reached for her release. Cooper lifted up on his knees, and grasped her hips, and he took total charge.

Her eyes opened wide, “Help me.”

He thrust harder.

“More,” she cried.

He moved one hand and used his thumb to circle her clit. He saw her eyes awash with tears as she screamed his name and arched into his touch. Fire surrounded him and he thought his head would explode, as Brenna clamped tight around his cock and he released inside the woman he loved.

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She was crying. His gut clenched. He was almost positive they were good tears, but he crooned her name as he untied her as quickly as he could.

“Brenna, baby. I’ve got you. Sweetheart. Can you talk to me? Say something.” He had her hands free. “Brenna?”

“Something,” she whispered.

“What?” he asked in confusion.