Somehow I find a wall and press her against it as my mouth devours hers. She’s angry, but she’s kissing me back, and I feel her hands claw at my skin. She might hate me for this later, but I have to do this. I have to taste her.
“Goddamn it, Juno.” I kiss her harder, and when her tongue touches mine, my grip on her tightens. I can’t let her get away.
Her hand snakes up my shirt, and when I feel her fingers on my bare skin, it’s like flames licking across my chest. She’s my wildfire in the summer, and this one match will burn me to the ground. But I don’t want it to stop. This is how I want to be with her, completely and utterly consumed.
“Cooper,” she moans, grinding against me, and my cock swells beyond the capacity of my jeans.
I’m humping her against the wall like I would fuck her, and all I can think about is doing it right here right now. I want to be balls deep in her hot little cunt while she rides me.
“Bed,” I manage to say between kisses as I pull her from the wall and carry her back to the bedroom.
The small frame groans from my weight as I come down on top of her, but I’m too far gone to consider if it will hold me. I don’t care if the floor falls out from under us, I’m not going to stop.
Her lips are soft and demanding, and her legs tighten around my waist. She’s seeking her pleasure, and all I want to do is give it to her. I reach under her shirt and pull down the cups of her bra. She gasps in my mouth as I pinch her nipples under the thin fabric until she’s arching her back and grinding harder against my cock.
“Let me taste you,” I say when I move my lips down her neck. Without waiting for her agreement, I push her shirt up and suck on her nipples.
“Fuck!” she cries out, and I graze my teeth over one in warning.
“Watch your mouth.”
She threads her fingers in my hair, and I feel them tighten, but she doesn’t pull them away as I keep on sucking. The way she’s responding, I bet I could get her to cum just from this.
While my mouth is on her tits, my fingers go to her shorts, and I unbutton the front of them. When I start to dip inside, she puts a hand on my wrist to stop me. I look up and see her brown eyes wide with so many emotions. Excitement, need, nervousness, and maybe even a little something I’m not willing to admit.
“I…um…you know.” She shrugs, and I wait, wondering what she means.
“Are you on your period? Because I don’t care if you are.”
She smiles, and her cheeks flush as she shakes her head. “No, it’s not that, I’ve just…um…never done this before.”
I bring her wrist up to my mouth and kiss the soft skin there. “I’ll go slow,” I say, reassuring her, and she nods as she lets go of it.
Chapter Six
Juno
“I don’t want slow, Cooper.” I’ve got him in my bed, and the last thing I want is for him to take his time. My body is demanding he speed this up and give me what it wants.
“Good.” He shifts, then pulls my shorts and panties off quickly before tossing them away.
He doesn’t stop there and goes for my shirt next. I lie there spread out and completely naked for him, and then I begin to feel self-conscious. I wonder what he’s thinking when he looks at me. I'm small compared to most other women my age, and I’ve been told I’ve got chicken legs.
His eyes are all over me like he’s committing everything to memory. It pushes my insecurities away because there’s no missing the hunger in his eyes. Or the huge bulge pressing against his jeans in a noticeable bulge.
“Fuck, baby.” His hands roam over my stomach. “You’re so fuckin’ soft.”
Compared to his rough hands, I can believe it. They drift down lower, and he pulls my legs apart, spreading me open for him. His hand cups my sex in a possessive hold, and I try to raise my hips, wanting to move. I’m desperate to find friction against something as my body hums with need.
When his eyes come back to mine, there’s no missing the anger. “Why are you bare, Juno?”
I stare at him, not sure what he’s asking me. “Bare?”
“Your pussy,” he growls.
“Because I wax it.”
“For who?” His hold tightens, and although I should be getting pissed, I like knowing Cooper is getting worked up. Seeing him jealous makes me want to poke the bear a little more.
I shrug. “You never know what the day might bring you,” I lie, because that’s definitely not why I do it. I wax because I like the way it feels, and it’s easier than shaving. “You don’t like it?” I let my other leg fall open wider so he can get a good look.