Page 4 of Sophia's Pleasure

But he holds me firm. “If we don’t slow down I’m going to come,” he admits.

His solid, muscled body appears to be hovering on the brink of ecstasy. The knowledge tears a plea from my lips. “Fill me up, Cooper, please.”

Cooper leans down and presses his lips to my throat. “Yes, but not so soon.”

“Oh.”

He continues to tease the jumpy pulse in my neck with his tongue. He inches his way inside of me a little farther. “God, you’re big,” I mutter. As his cock slides teasingly in and out. My body clenches around him like a fist. We both moan this time.

“Is it too much?” he asks. Even in his burning state he worries about hurting me and my heart melts a little more.

“It’s just right,” I tell him, knowing it’s nothing short of the truth. Cooper is made for me. We are made for each other.

My lips part. The heat filling my cheeks and neck accompanied by my words seem to spur him on. He starts moving in a sensual rhythm, sliding in and out, taking his time, filling me to the hilt. It’s not enough, would never be enough. He lifts and hooks his arms beneath my knees and spreads me wider, then thrusts in hard, fast.

He never takes his eyes from mine, never leaves me to drift alone. When my lashes begin to close in an attempt to hold in the exhilarating sensations, Cooper's harsh, “No.” causes me to open them wide. “Keep those pretty eyes trained on me. Don’t close me out. Never again.”

I hear his words and watch the strain on his face and the sweat on his brow. He’s holding back, maintaining control. I didn’t want him to be controlled. Never that. I want him as wildly uninhibited as me.

I wrap my legs around his hips and arch my bottom off the couch. The motion pushes his cock inside me so deep that I can barely take a breath. Pleasure steals over me in a wave of molten lava.

“God, Soph, I'm going to lose it if you don’t stop,” Cooper growls.

The muscles in his neck strain and his sinewy arms anchor me to him, effectively keeping me in place, forcing me to surrender. As Cooper reaches between our bodies and caresses my clit with one talented finger, stroking my wet heat, I shatter. I shout out his name as an explosive climax rush through me. Tearing me in a million pieces.

That’s all it takes. Cooper drives into me fast and hard, pumping like a man crazed with desire. Suddenly, he joins me, pouring every ounce of his seed inside of me. The warmth of his come fills me clear to my soul.

A few minutes later, Cooper stands and carries me to the shower. Hot water sprays down on both of us. He begins pouring soap into his hands, washing every inch of me. Steam surrounds us both and it isn’t long before I’m getting stirred up all over again.

Our shower takes much longer than necessary and yet I didn’t want it to end.

Afterward, he talks me into staying the night, not that it took much convincing. I want to be with him. Every second of the day. I’m in love with him. But does he feel this way for me?

As I begin to drift into sleep safely tucked into his embrace, Cooper’s deep, sexy voice rouses me. When my gaze meets his, he says, “I love you with all my heart.”

My chest swells with hope for the first time since losing Michael. “I was so afraid you didn’t,” I tell him, baring my soul.

He frowns and strokes my hair away from my face. “You should know better than that. Have I not shown you how much I care, Soph?”

“I’m sorry,” I murmur. “So sorry I doubted you. I love you so much and it scares me to feel so deeply.” Tears fill my eyes, but I don’t care. “I never wanted to be so vulnerable with a man again. Michael’s death destroyed me.”

Cooper leans down, placing both hands beside my body, caging me in. “You love me?”

I nod, as my body and soul fills with the warmth of our love for each other.

His lips brush mine, gently, sweetly, then he raises an inch and groans, “It’s okay to be careful to guard your heart. Just don’t guard it againstme.”

“At first it felt wrong because you’re my assistant. You were a part of my life with Michael,” she explained.

“And now?”

“Now I know that Michael wouldn’t want me to grieve for him forever.”

“No, he wouldn’t,” he agrees.

“And I can’t imagine living without you.” It’s true. Cooper is the best sort of man. Kind, gentle, loyal. My life with him would not always be easy, I knew that for certain. For all his good points, Cooper is still a very dominating man. I’ll butt heads with him quite often.

And I wouldn’t want him any other way.

“What you had with Michael was special,” he murmurs. “I get that. But this love between us is real too. It’s deep and rich.” His lips brush mine and I’m inflamed by the rush of heat it elicits.

“You make me feel alive,” I explain, needing him to know everything. “I’m the luckiest woman ever because I’ve been given a second chance at love. I don’t aim to waste it.”

His smile lights my world. “Good, because I’m not giving you up. Ever.”

“Thank goodness,” I whisper as my lips meet his.

Cooper presses his mouth more fully against mine in a kind of predatory heat that I’m beginning to crave. He’s hard and demanding. I give him access to the inner recesses and he swoops in, scouring and drinking in my moans of pleasure. When he lifts a few inches, we’re both panting. I can see the love shining in his eyes. It’s there for all to witness. And I know without a doubt that loving Cooper is one of the smartest decisions I’ve ever made.

THE END