A second finger slid inside her, pumping her, filling her. The gentle action became deeper, stronger. Then Cooper’s talented mouth was sucking her clit, tonguing it, flicking it.
Felicity began bucking hard against her, gasping out nonsensical words. Squirming now as ecstasy started blasting through her, she hissed out, “Oh. Oh fuck!”
Her hand clamped hard on Cooper’s head. With a voice rough and needy, Felicity ordered: “There. Do. Not. Fucking. Move.”
Cooper did not.
The woman’s tiny snicker against Felicity’s pussy didn’t go unnoticed, but she was too busy arching, crying out, and jerking against Cooper’s mouth to tell her off.
God. It was just… Fuck, shit, holy Jesus.
She slumped, blinked, and took stock as she tumbled down from her high.
Felicity was so wet. If she wasn’t so completely spent, she might even be embarrassed about the puddle between her legs, down her thighs, and all over Cooper’s chin and sheets.
Cooper gently eased her fingers out and wiped them teasingly all the way down her still-twitching thighs. Her knowing, glinting eyes never left Felicity’s.
Felicity covered her face with a hand, too spent to worry about what a mess she must look. “Hell,” she whispered, “that was…exactly what I needed.”
She wondered if she should thank Cooper for following orders so well. Phillip always used to go rogue at pivotal moments, and it had annoyed the ever-loving fuck out of her. She’d missed so many orgasms because he thought he knew better. Cooper, however, was remarkably good at instruction. “Truly exceptional,” she muttered.
“Oh, I definitely agree,” Cooper said with a Cheshire-cat smile.
“I just knew you’d be smug,” Felicity said with a huff. Not that she didn’t like it.
“Of course I am. I loved watching you do that,” Cooper said with conviction, meeting her eye seriously.
“Orgasm?” Felicity asked, lacing her tone with an edge to hide how vulnerable she always felt after sex. “Lose control? Be helpless?”
“No.” Cooper smiled. “Well, yes. That, too. I like seeing you naked.” She trailed the backs of her fingers across Felicity’s inner thigh, raising tiny goosebumps in her wake. “Not just the outside, although you are delicious. I mean all of you. The real you. I like seeing you giving an actual shit instead of pretending nothing bothers you. I like seeing you look ecstatic about something. And I love how you taste. Felicity, you taste amazing.”
And so ended any hopes Felicity might have had that Cooper was enjoying her only on a surface level. It was uncomfortable enough that Felicity revealed more of herself than she had to anyone else before, let alone that Cooper enjoyed seeing that side of her.
Or…it should be uncomfortable. Oddly, right now, Felicity felt appreciated, not to mention properly satiated in a way that still had her clit tingling. For once in her retort-laden life, she couldn’t marshal a single objection.
Cooper’s fingers danced across Felicity’s pussy again, teasing and light, as if just pointing out that she could. As if appreciating the access that had been granted. “Gorgeous,” she murmured.
Gorgeous? Surely she meant herself. On that note, it was well past time to return the favor. She tapped Cooper’s shoulder.
“On your back.” Felicity used the same commanding tone Cooper had responded to before.
Sure enough, she obeyed instantly. “Yes, ma’am,” she teased. But there was something in her eye that said she’d enjoyed the way Felicity had asked a whole lot.
“Spread your legs for me.”
The gleam of want in Cooper’s eyes magnified.
“Fondle your breasts,” Felicity said, her voice now a purr. “Show me how you like them touched.”
Cooper swallowed and began to pluck at the wide nipples, tugging and teasing.
It was so arousing, Felicity could have watched forever.
“Good,” was all she managed, her voice strained. “Just keep doing that. I have other duties to attend to,” she said crisply, as though about to chair a management meeting.
Cooper’s nostrils flared at the snap of command in her tone and a desperate want filled her face.
Oh, Sandy Cooper, I have your number. Felicity smiled. She slid between Cooper’s legs, her narrow shoulders dwarfed by them, and took in the decidedly pleasing view.
Cooper was soaked and swollen. Felicity couldn’t wait to have her. But first, she had a fantasy she’d waited quite long enough for.
She reached for Cooper’s legs, pushing them wide apart, then stroked and teased all over her soft inner thighs, testing the weight of them, sliding around to tease along the line of muscle. Then she tongued along the same path, loving the panting sounds as she drew nearer and nearer to the junction of Cooper’s thighs.
Her unique scent was driving Felicity crazy, as was the fact that Cooper was now even wetter.
Felicity lifted her gaze to see the raw need on Cooper’s face. She’d made Cooper look like this? She blew over her lover’s swollen, slick flesh. She still hadn’t touched her here. Not yet. She could wait.
Cooper’s pussy clenched. “Felicity,” she said in a gasp, “stop teasing.”
“I think you want ‘Boss Me’ to take you. The ‘giant-killing lawyer queen,’ I think you called me. That’s who you want inside you.”
Cooper groaned. Her hands began to squeeze and roll her breasts harder.
“I can see you like that idea,” Felicity continued as her breath teased across Cooper’s slick lower lips. “I think you’re dying for my touch.”
Cooper whimpered. “Please?”
“Well,” Felicity said imperiously, thrilling at the power rush of Sandy Cooper begging. “You did ask nicely.” She flicked Cooper’s clit with her tongue over and over and played with her folds with her fingers for long, slippery moments until Cooper started to quiver and arch.
