Page 4 of I’m Fine Save Me (The Spiral Duet #1)

I had felt so beautiful when I zipped myself up in this dress, but no matter how many times he’s seen me naked, I always get self conscious about stripping down in front of him or letting him strip me.

I’ve always been bigger. I’m right at six feet tall and I don’t even look at the number on the scale.

I don’t need a number to match my reflection in the mirror.

My face is round, my bra size has more than two letters, and I shop the plus size section for clothes.

I’ve been teased and picked on my entire life.

Cooper has always made me feel beautiful though. Just like right now.

“Come on, baby… let’s get you comfortable. You’re sexy when you’re comfortable too.”

With a nervous laugh, I pull away from him just enough so he can get to the zipper of my dress.

Slowly, I let the straps slip off of my shoulders so the garment falls to my hips.

It definitely isn’t like in the movies when the skinny girl just slips right out of her dress.

No, my hips are a bit too wide for that bit of movie magic.

Cooper doesn’t seem to care while he gently tugs until the dress finally does fall down around my feet on the floor.

I wasn’t lying to him. There isn’t a set of sexy wedding night lingerie under my dress, but he still kisses the back of my neck while unzipping the back of my corset bra after I’ve peeled out of my spanx.

“So fucking pretty…” he whispers and bites softly at my shoulder as he parts the back of my corset.

One minute he’s got me entranced into believing that I’m actually this gorgeous being that he’s blessed to give his name to, and the next I’m standing there naked and we’re both laughing hysterically.

There is indeed birdseed embedded into my skin from where it fell into my dress when it rained down on us. That run to his truck had been filled with laughter and well wishes, but I took about half a bag of birdseed home with us.

My hands are braced against the bed while I try to catch my breath in between bouts of laughter, and I feel him brushing his hands over my sides. It only makes us both laugh harder when he manages to sweep the seeds off of my skin so they're raining down onto our bedroom carpet.

Laughing is always so easy for us. We hardly ever fight and when we do, it’s usually about something big.

We don’t really sweat the small stuff, and Cooper makes life so much fun.

Instead of getting mad or upset about my insecurities, he coaxes me through it.

Then instead of telling me the birdseed is definitely not sexy, we both fall into peels of laughter until the last bit is gone from my skin.

We’re both lying on the bed, still lightly laughing when he kisses me.

I feel one of his rough hands cradle my cheek as his tongue invades my mouth, deepening that connection.

One of my hands slides up to the back of his head, tangling into his dirty blonde locks before he rolls me onto my back fully, only breaking our kiss to strip out of his own clothes.

I feel the beginnings of a grin pulling at my lips as I watch him remove the layers of his suit.

The rings pierced through his nipples glinting in the low light of our bedroom.

The few pieces of ink on his skin draw my eyes away from his piercings to trace down the cross on his left side, with a demon’s tail wrapping around the bottom that flares into a brilliantly detailed angel wing up his ribs.

Biting my bottom lip, I finally let my eyes find his again while I lean back on my elbows, trying like hell not to be self conscious about how my naked body looks.

Cooper just smiles at me and climbs over me, capturing my mouth with his again in a hungrier kiss. “Mmmm, Mrs. Michaels… I do believe we have some consummating to do before I let you shower.”

“Oh yea?” I smile against his mouth and slide my hands down to his ass.

Cooper really does have the best ass, and it’s absolutely perfect for pulling him into me to show him how badly I want him.

I can feel the hard length of him pressing against me and I shiver with need.

Foreplay has never really been Cooper’s priority.

He’s more of a get to the main act kind of person.

With him having been my first, I don’t really know any different than what we’ve done together.

I fooled around with one other person, but I was still a virgin when Coop and I finally started dating.

There was a lot of trial and error when we first started getting intimate.

Over the two years that we’ve been together, I learned that his family was ultra religious.

His birds and bees talk was really more about procreation than actual enjoyment of the act itself.

It took one big light bulb moment for him to even realize women actually like sex too.

This banter and flirting is still something ever evolving between us.

“Mhmmm,” he groans and starts trailing his kisses away from my mouth and down along the column of my throat.

It seems tonight is an occasion to take his time and enjoy some foreplay.

The barbel through his tongue teases against my skin, making me shiver as he works his way down.

He doesn’t say anything else as he leads that trail of kisses from my throat to my collar bone, down my sternum, and then follows that same path down the center of my stomach.

I can feel heat creeping up into my cheeks. We’ve left the light on and I know he can see every stretch mark, every roll of skin, every imperfection. I close my eyes to try and stay in the moment.

It’s my wedding night.

He’s just so quiet that it’s easy for me to get lost in my insecure thoughts until I feel his tongue tracing along my mound. “Get out of your head, gorgeous,” he murmurs against my slit, tracing his tongue up along the seam and catching my clit with that tongue ring.

I let out a gasp and a soft moan, making him grin before he repeats the motion, making my thighs tense up around his head. “Something wrong?” he teases and flicks the warm steel over my clit again.

Those calloused hands press on my thighs, spreading me out for him while his tongue pushes inside me and makes me groan his name.

My fingers tangle into that mess of dark blonde hair.

I can feel Cooper’s satisfied smirk against my heated flesh just before he trails another line of kisses back up my body.

He shifts and reaches over to grab one of the foil packets from the bedside table.

“So fucking pretty…” his voice holds an air of reverence to it with those beautiful eyes taking in every inch of my body.

I believe him when he says it.

I’m as beautiful as he tells me I am.

After he’s rolled the condom on, his mouth finds mine again and I can taste just a hint of myself on his tongue. It’s invigorating.

This is my husband.

My husband.

My hands rest at the nape of his neck, my smile not the least bit smothered by his hungry kiss.

He lines up and pushes the head of his cock inside of me.

He grunts into his next kiss, murmuring his next words against my lips.

“So tight… always so tight.” He then starts moving his hips, thrusting in and out at a steady pace.

It feels so good and I get lost in his kiss and the feel of him above me.

Cooper

She feels so fucking good. My wife.

Tegan is my wife.

Finally. She tastes so good, but I didn’t want to waste our time together on going down on her.

I want us both to enjoy this. She’s so fucking beautiful and I know she doesn’t see it.

I want her to feel what she does to me. I thrust a little harder inside of her so she knows just how much she affects me, how beautiful she is, and how powerless I am to her.

Kissing her is like a drug and even though it breaks my rhythm, I can’t help but lean down for another taste of her mouth. She moans and I relish the knowledge that I’m making her do that. I’ll never tell her to stop.

I still can’t believe she said yes.

She said ‘I do.’

She’s Mrs. Michaels.

She has my name and my ring and we’re in our bed for the first time.

I signed the lease on this apartment a week ago and begged her to spend the night last night; but the little minx teased me, and then said it would make tonight even better if she stayed with her mom one more night.

It’s only been a few days since I last had her, but it feels like weeks.

I wanted her as soon as I saw her in that simple ivory dress, smiling like she did that day in the rain.

The day I knew this day would come.

Tegan’s pussy is wrapped so tightly around my cock that there’s no holding back when that tingling starts at the base of my spine.

I bury my face into the curve of her neck.

She’s moaning, so I know she’s close too.

My thrusts grow harder and more frantic, chasing that release that has been building since she left the apartment the day before yesterday.

I thrust once, twice more and I explode inside of the condom, breathing heavily against her neck where I kiss her fluttering pulse, then her cheek, then her lips.

“I love you,” I tell her and I feel her smile against my lips.

Sex has always been amazing with her. Leslie had never really been very sexual.

She wanted to have sex, but she’d never been open about what she wanted.

I guess that came from both of us being raised by super religious parents.

Once I lost my virginity and learned how good it felt, I wanted it all the time.