Page 40 of I’m Fine Save Me (The Spiral Duet #1)

“You’re overdressed,” I accuse him and it makes him give a throaty chuckle as his lips and beard graze against my thigh teasingly.

“Don’t worry, beautiful. I’ll catch up.” He winks.

The fucker winks at me and I have no idea where this side of him has been buried for so long; but I want him to dig himself out more often. My nipples harden into pert peaks at the sight of my husband on his knees and kissing his way up my thighs.

“Sit down on the bed, baby.” He nudges me back with a firmer kiss against my leg and I slowly lower myself to sit at the edge of the mattress. “Now lie back.”

“Cooper.” His name is a soft plea from my lips.

I don’t want him to go slow.

I want him looking at me with all that want and desire in his eyes. I want him ravishing me the way his tone and gaze are promising that he will. I’m usually a pretty composed person; but with this side of Cooper coming out to play for the first time in fucking forever, I’m greedy for it.

“Shhhh. You’re supposed to be the patient one in this relationship, aren’t you?”

“I don’t exactly feel like being patient when my husband is on his knees and looking at me like I’m the total package.”

I know my voice sounds desperate and I don’t even fucking care.

The man walked into the living room this morning looking like a tatted up biker model in sleep pants, and then said all the right things.

Now he’s making me feel wanted and desired, and it’s everything I need and want to greedily always have.

Cooper chuckles as he pushes on my thighs, placing the heels of my feet on the edge of the mattress. “Stay just like that for me, gorgeous.”

I don’t just hear his words, I feel the caress of his breath against my heated slit. He’s spread me out and exposed that sensitive flesh, wet with my arousal, and his tongue flicks out against my swollen clit.

My gasp is sharp and it takes all my willpower to keep from clamping my thighs around his head.

He must see the tremble in my legs from that effort, because he laughs that laugh of pure male satisfaction.

His tongue drags along from my clenching entrance to my clit, where his lips wrap around that sensitive bud, and then he sucks.

“Fuck.” The word leaves me on a soft moan that I try to bite back. If I wake up Hannah, this ends very abruptly.

His hands slide over my inner thighs, bracing them apart as if he refuses to let me close them. Lightly, his teeth graze over my clit before he sucks the bud between his lips again for only a moment.

He pulls back with a lewd pop of his lips; and before I can whimper a protest from the loss, his tongue is sliding inside my clenching heat.

He’s groaning against my sex. The vibrations from the noise make my muscles tense and my hips buck up against his face. The scratch of his beard against tender flesh is another sensation that has my body in overdrive, aching for more.

“Cooper, please…” I beg shamelessly and the bastard chuckles while moving back up to circle my clit with his tongue.

“You don’t beg me often, beautiful… What if I like the sound of it?” he teases me in a way he never has before.

Cooper has always been about getting down to the nitty gritty without words or fanfare.

He doesn’t like a lot of noise. He doesn’t like me talking dirty or really at all during sex because it derails his brain.

Now I feel my own brain short circuiting at the idea that he might want to hear it for a change.

“What is it you want, gorgeous?”

My breathing comes in labored pants, processing that my husband is in very rare form, but I’ll be damned if I waste it.

“Fuck me, Coop… please.” He hums in amusement and flicks his tongue against my clit again just before he teases the swollen bud with his teeth once more.

I whimper and buck my hips, but his grip on my thighs keeps me in place, unable to seek out more of that delectable mouth. “Please, Cooper. Please just fuck me. I need you inside me, baby.”

I’ve never sounded so needy, at least to my own ears.

When he doesn’t move to stand, I whimper again. ”Please give me your cock, Cooper.”

Finally he moves to his feet and grins down at me. I can see my arousal glistening on his lips while he removes his pajama bottoms. Part of me is mentally bracing for him to falter, but he’s holding my gaze as he grips the base of his cock and rubs the pierced tip against my clit.

“Cooper….” His name is a drawn out groan and I brace my feet against the mattress to push up into him; but he pulls back before I can do so.

“Not yet, gorgeous.” He’s smiling like a jackass, but I love seeing him like this.

Tall, still slightly mussed with sleep, all of his ink and piercings on display, and he’s looking at me like he wants every inch of me.

He moves back in, bracing his hand on one of my thighs to keep me spread open for him, and he teases my clit with the silver hoop. My head rolls back and I bite down on my bottom lip, feeling the trembling quaking through my legs.

My entire body begs for me to lift my hips to angle him inside my aching cunt, but Cooper pulls back any time I move.

“Please, Coop… Please fuck me… Please, bab—nnngh!!!” His hand claps over my mouth as he thrusts inside of me and buries himself to the hilt.

My moans are muffled against his rough palm, but the look of satisfaction on his face makes my walls clench tightly around his cock.

His eyes roll slightly at the sensation.

He keeps his hand over my mouth and pulls back to the head, almost to the point that I think he’s going to go back to teasing me.

A moment later, he’s thrusting into me again with so much force, my flesh stings from the impact. When he hears my muffled moan, he does it again… and again.

The pace is hard and steady, but there’s no worry in his face, no frustration in his eyes.

His gaze stays focused on my face, even when they want to roll back in pleasure.

He keeps watching the way my eyes flutter, the way my nose flares with my ragged breathing, and he continues with those hard, solid thrusts that drive him in so deep that I see stars.

I feel the orgasm building and my fingers curl into the rumpled sheets of our bed in a white knuckled grip. The moment the intense sensation crashes over me, his hand clamps down harder over my mouth to keep my screams of pleasure from waking our daughter.

My back arches up from the bed, my head rolls back, and I feel my pussy milking his cock for his own release. So badly I want to drag it out of him the way he’s done so with me.

Then I feel his hips stutter and his hand leaves my mouth.

He grips my other thigh and pulls my hips into his as he slams inside of me once, twice, and then buries himself completely on the third.

His groan is so restrained, keeping himself quiet; but I feel him swell and explode inside of me while his eyes roll into his head.

He collapses over me, bracing his forearms on either side of my head, and smiles into the kiss that he presses against my lips. His breathing is as heavy as my own as my arms lift to wrap around behind his neck.

“That was fucking amazing,” I tell him and give him another kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He kisses me a few more times, smiling through every single one before he finally pulls out of me to get up and guide me towards the shower. “Let’s get cleaned up before Little Bit is conscious again.”

I couldn’t ask for a better start to a random Saturday.