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He groaned and used his hands to rock her against him.

“Your cock in my mouth,” she whispered in his ear.

His head came up again. “The first time?”

She blinked, caught off guard. “Why not?”

He merely looked at her. “You mean it doesn’t have to be a
special occasion?”

She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing.

“Cooper, what kind of women have you been dating?”

He loosened his grip on her ass and shifted so they were no
longer plastered together at the crotch.

“Well, I was married for ten years, and then I haven’t dated
since that ended.”

She hadn’t been expecting that. Not at all.

“That explains so much,” she whispered with an incredulous
shake of the head.

In her eyes it explained it all—the perpetual bad mood that
she’d thought was his personality and the tension he created when he walked
into all rooms that were not patient rooms. Dude just needed to relax and no
one had been helping him with that.

He frowned. “What does that mean?”

She laughed, wrapped her arms around his shoulders and moved
so they were touching in all the right places again, effectively distracting
him. “You know, today is your birthday, which qualifies as a special occasion
in my world. We can use that as an excuse if it’ll make you feel better about
the first-time thing.”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I don’t have an issue with the
first-time thing,” he said, brushing her hair back over her shoulders. “But
let’s save it for a little later. When I come with you for the first time, I
want to be buried so deep inside you.”

He gathered her hair as though he was going to put it in a
ponytail for her and she could feel him wrapping it around his hand.

“I want your entire body wrapped around me.” He pulled
gently and her head fell back, making her back arch, and her pussy pressed hard
against his erection. “Your fingernails digging into my skin and your teeth
sunk into my shoulder.” His teeth grazed her jaw and she shuddered. “I want
your legs squeezing the breath out of me, your cunt throbbing and tight around
me as you come so hard you forget your name.”

His free hand came up to cradle her breast through her dress
and she moaned.

“Whatever you want, Cooper,” she said with a sigh, grinding
harder against his cock. “It is your birthday after all.”

She pushed his open shirt down his shoulders. “Tell me you
have a condom.”

He’d been trying for weeks, no months, to figure out how to
get her to at least talk to him. Suddenly she was in his lap, skirt hiked up to
her hips, wiggling deliciously as he helped himself to the delicate skin of her
neck.

Maybe there was something to that whole birthday thing after
all.

“I have a condom.” Actually he had three, but he didn’t want
her to know how optimistic he’d been feeling about getting invited back to her
house.

“Get it,” she whispered in his ear.

He let go of her hair and stuck his hand in his pocket while
she went for his fly.

He put the condom on the table, took her face in his hands.
“Let’s go to your room.”

She shook her head and closed the distance between their
mouths. His body became an even more urgent bundle of need as her hands bumped
and brushed against his cock through denim while she worked the button fly.

She broke free with a gasp. “I can’t wait that long. I want
it here. Now.”

Her hand dove inside his underwear and gripped him.

Yeah, he was going to give it to her wherever she wanted it.

“Holy shit, Cooper,” she said and sat back on his lap,
looking down as she freed him. “What kind of heat are you packin’ down here?”

He ground his teeth, desperately grasping for self-control
and getting perilously close to the edge of losing it as she tugged and
stroked.

“You’re so
thick
.”

He was going to come out of his skin. Or all over her hand.

She licked her lips and his hips jerked in her direction.

“I think that’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

He looked down. He did seem bigger with her small hand
around him at any rate.

“I think your idea of beautiful might be a little off
kilter,” he told her, then sucked in a sharp breath as she stroked the slit at
the tip with her thumb.

He pulled her close and dove into that luscious mouth of
hers. She moaned and he echoed the sound when she squeezed him so tight he
thought he might pass out.

And then she was climbing off his lap. “Put the condom on,”
she told him, reaching under her skirt to pull her underpants off.

He pushed his jeans down over his hips and gladly did as
he’d been told. She straddled him again, her feet braced on the rungs under the
seat of his chair. He held her steady, his hands on her waist as she took him
in hand again and showed him the way to heaven. His pulse rushed through his
ears and his teeth ground together. She was incredibly tight and so hot the
rest of his overheated body felt cool by comparison.

“Oh, Cooper,” she whispered, slowly taking him all the way
inside.

He kissed her harder, deeper, and she tightened around him.
Her hips rocked in response and the tiny little movement made every single
nerve ending in his body crackle with electricity.

He broke the kiss with a gasp and pushed her skirt up over
her hips. “We need to get rid of this.” There was a zipper in the back. He
managed to get it down after only fumbling with it once and pulled it off over
her head.

He didn’t know whether there had been a bra built into her
dress or if she simply hadn’t been wearing one, but the moment it came off she
was completely naked. She was small and curvy, but not soft the way he’d
imagined. Oh her skin was as heavenly as fine silk, but beneath that silky skin
her curves were firm, muscular.

“Now
that
is beautiful,” he whispered, running his
hands up her thighs, over her hips, caressing her sides and smoothing over her
back. He drew her body to his so their stomachs touched and her incredible
breasts were pressed against his chest.

She wrapped her arms around him, dug her hands into his hair
and rose up.

“Oh God,” he gasped when she slowly lowered herself over him
again.

She rested her forehead on his. “Feel good?”

“Amazing.” He slid his hands over her ass. “Faster,” he
prompted, lifting her up then pulling her down and meeting her with a quick,
upward thrust.

She braced her hands on his shoulders. “Like this?”

“More,” he prompted, using the hold he had on her to show
her.

Her eyes rolled closed and her mouth fell open.

His head fell back when she sped up. “Yes, baby, just like
that.”

She whispered his name in a shaky breath and the grip she
had on his shoulders tightened. Cooper lifted his head, pressed the palm of one
hand to her belly and used his thumb to find the swollen nub of her clit.

“
Ohfuckohfuckohfuck
,” she panted when he found it,
the speed of her movements getting considerably faster.

Sweat prickled over his skin. He wanted to be doing so much
more to her, for her, but he was caught up in the way she was riding him hard
and steady, eyes closed, her gasps becoming deep moans.

“Bree,” he groaned, the one word a warning as his balls
pulled up tight.

Her eyes opened and focused on him. “Yes, come,” she said,
taking his hand and moving it from her belly to her breast. “Let me watch you
come.”

But…

She came down hard on him and rolled her hips in a wide
circle. The muscles in her stomach rippled as she tightened the hold she had on
him with her pussy. Her thighs flexed as she rode up again, angling her body
toward him more, moving her hands to the back of the chair.

“Let go, Cooper. Show me how you let go.” She was watching
him intently, her eyelids dropped to half-mast over her big, dark eyes. “Come
for me,” she said, coming down on him with a quick snap of the hips.

He didn’t have a choice. He came, stars bursting in his
peripheral vision and teeth grinding together so hard he thought he might have
loosened a few in the process. And when he thought he was about to catch his
breath she squeezed. His hand come down on her ass with a loud smack and he
felt her answering laugh ripple through him from where her little cunt held him
tight all the way through his body.

After a moment he held the bottom of the condom and helped
her slide off him. Then he wrapped his arms around her and held her against his
chest, drawing in deep breaths of air filled with the scent of sex and sweat
and her skin.

“All right, I confess,” she murmured, head on his shoulder
and lips lightly touching his neck. “This might have been a seduction scene.”

He laughed, one hand exploring the curve of her hip, the
other burying itself under the back of her hair. “The umbrella was a decoy,
wasn’t it?”

“Did it work?”

“For a minute.” He kissed her temple. “I never lost hope,
though.”

“You didn’t have to wait long, did you?” She peeled his left
arm free and pushed back his sleeve to look at his watch. “You’ve been here,
what? Twenty minutes?”

“Nah. It’s been at least half an hour.”

She sat up and unbuttoned the cuff, eyes downcast.

“Oh good. That makes a world of difference.”

Was she actually blushing after what had just happened? Man,
she was adorable in the sexiest way possible.

“Bree, that’s been building since the night of the storm for
me. Maybe longer.”

She got the button on the second cuff open and helped him
out of his shirt. Her eyes were so wide, so innocent when she finally looked up
at him.

She ran her hands over his chest. “I don’t know what it is,”
she said, shifting on his lap. “You kiss me and I lose my mind. It’s the
craziest thing I’ve ever experienced.”

He slid the cake and the centerpiece on her table to a far
corner, wrapped his arms around her and stood.

“It’s good to know it’s not just me then,” he told her,
sitting her on the edge of the table. She wrapped her arms around his neck and
held him tight as they kissed.

She hadn’t come when he had and he knew it. She’d given him
one of the best orgasms of his life in no time flat and hadn’t taken any for
herself.

Cooper wanted to give it to her, and he wanted to give it to
her in a big way.

Without breaking the connection he had to her mouth, he
pulled his jeans back up but didn’t button them. She made a small noise of
protest and moved to push him back. With hand lightly holding her jaw and the
other supporting her, he broke free of her mouth. She protested with an
indignant “
Hey
” but let him lay her back on the table.

“Now that is what I call a birthday present,” he said,
smiling as he took in the sight she made—long curls in a mess around her head,
legs spread open for him, her full tits with their dark nipples hard for him.

He couldn’t help himself, he ran his hands up the entire
length of her body, indulgently squeezing those tits and making her taut belly
flex in the process. She stretched her arms above her head and gave him the
smallest of knowing smiles.

“And it’s all for you, big boy,” she told him with a little
laugh.

His cock stirred. Getting her where he wanted to take her
without taking more for himself might be a challenge.

He stuck his finger in the frosting on the cake and touched
it to her bottom lip, then stretched his body over hers and sucked it off.
“Chocolate-covered Bree,” he observed, liking the way her mouth stayed open as
though she was waiting for him to kiss her again. “The finest delicacy known to
man.”

Her tongue stroked her lip as though she was looking for
remnants so he stuck his finger in the rich chocolate and slipped his finger
into her mouth. She watched his reaction as she sucked hard. The groan that
came out of him was unlike any sound he’d ever heard himself make before.

He dipped his finger again and swiped it along her neck,
then removed it with a slow lick. She slid her hands into his hair and sighed.
He went for the frosting once more and painted both of her nipples with it. The
grip she had on his hair tightened and her legs came up and tried to pull him
close. He made sure he got every single speck of sweetness off both, then went
back and double-checked his work.

He caught the leg of a chair with his foot and brought it
around, dropped a bigger finger-full into her bellybutton and watched with the
stiffness in his cock growing to aching as she sucked the remnants off his
fingers again. He sat and went to work licking the chocolate out of her navel
and she propped her arms under her head to watch. Then he lifted her legs and
rested her feet on his shoulders in case she had any doubts about where he was
heading after he was finished with her stomach.

Cooper slid his hands down the backs of her thighs. One arm
came alongside her body so he could cradle her breast, toy languidly with the
nipple that got even tighter when he rolled it gently between his fingers. The
fingers of his other hand touched the swollen, heated folds of her pussy and
her head dropped to the table with a thump. He chuckled into her bellybutton
and looked up as he wet his fingers and made wide, light circles around her
sex, brushing against her clit with each pass.

She whispered his name when he began a slow path down her
stomach with his mouth. Her fingers found his hair again when he licked her
from the sensitive skin between her openings, dipped his tongue inside the
slippery sweetness of her little cunt and stroked through her folds and over
her clit.

He did it again and she murmured a choked-sounding, “Oh shit.”

Again and the washboard of her stomach tightened as she
lifted her head to watch through those dreamy bedroom eyes of hers.

“You sure…you don’t…oh Jesus…want more…
gah
…” She
stopped trying to talk and her head fell back again when he planted a sucking kiss
on just the right spot.

“Were you going to say chocolate?” he asked, amused.

She nodded and her back arched up off the table as he
applied direct pressure to her tight little bundle of nerves with a slick
finger.

“Really, Bree,” he said in a mildly admonishing tone. “There
are some places chocolate just doesn’t belong.” He slipped his finger inside of
her and flicked her with his tongue, making the muscles in her thighs twitch.
“Some things taste perfect just the way they are,” he told her, pushing a second
finger into her and sucking on her harder.

He could get addicted to the way she sighed his name when he
was doing something she liked, he thought distractedly, the tip of his tongue
making teasing circles that were in turn making her moan. Her hands left his
hair and he watched them travel slowly up over her belly to her breasts. One
covered his and showed him how hard she wanted him to squeeze her while the
other did the job itself.

He suctioned his mouth over her and flicked harder. She
arched again and started to pant. Her legs fell open for him and he chuckled,
which made her gasp with a high-pitched little squeak.

Cooper took his time, pushing her close to the edge and then
backing off to the point she was just about to catch her breath. When he was
ready, he braced his hands behind her knees, spread her open wide, covered her
with his mouth and used a more deliberate kind of pressure to send her over the
edge.

Her hands slapped onto the table, then gripped his hair,
then slapped the table again. Her head came up, the look on her face wild as
she watched him through eyes that didn’t seem focused, her entire body
twitching until she fell back again. Her hips rocked and she cried out as she
came. His cock, unbelievably hard and straining against the confines of his
jeans, throbbed with the need for the same release.

He kept his mouth on her until her legs fell open and her
body went limp. She wrapped a hand around his wrist and tugged, so he released
her and stood, propping himself on his elbows on the table top as he lay over
her hot, sweaty little body.

“Please tell me you have another condom,” she whispered.