Felicity deflated. “My…sass.” What the hell did that mean?
“Yeah. How you own every room you enter.”
She did? Felicity’s ego reinflated.
“And the way you give people these pitying looks when they say something stupid.”
Felicity puffed up a little more.
“I loved how you owned the mayor. And your bossy side when you ordered Dee around? Christ, that made me so wet because Dee’s a powerful fucking force in her own right.”
Well. Felicity could work with that. She straightened. “Spread your legs, then. And don’t keep me waiting.”
Cooper scrambled to obey.
Felicity was rather impressed at how quickly the woman could move when she wanted to.
“I believe you wanted to be taken by a bossy woman in a power suit.” Felicity loomed over her, allowing a trace of teasing in her tone. “It was your fantasy, I believe you said.”
“Y-yes.” Cooper’s voice was a croak.
“Hmm.” Felicity leaned over her and dropped her hand, assessing how wet she was with the tips of her fingers. Her own body gave a clench of approval at what she found. “I’d say you’re more than a little interested.”
“I am,” Cooper said with feeling.
“You like powerful women,” Felicity said conversationally, fingers still tracing Cooper’s slick lips. “Soon I’m about to have more power than almost anyone outside of politics in this country. People will line up, wanting me for my connections, for my power,” she whispered, leaning even closer. Her wandering fingertips paused at Cooper’s entrance. “But all I want is you.” She thrust.
Cooper moaned and her eyelids fluttered, then closed.
Felicity thrust deep and hard, setting up a rhythm. She lowered her body until the crispness of her starched shirt teased Cooper’s straining nipples. Her lips touched Cooper’s ear. “Touch yourself,” she said breathlessly. “Show me you getting yourself off.”
Groaning, Cooper pushed a hand to her clit, rubbing it with the side of her thumb, as Felicity took her time, sliding in and out, enjoying the rush from her favorite sight: a beautiful woman coming slowly apart. This was even better, though. Because seeing someone so physically strong letting go, opening up to her, was the most astonishing aphrodisiac.
She withdrew her hand, leaned in, and licked Cooper’s fingers, still rubbing her own clit. She tangled her tongue over delicate flesh and the long digits, playing with both textures.
Cooper stiffened, her hand freezing. She pulled it away and gasped. “Oh fuck.” Her back curled, and she arched, thighs locked and quivering.
Felicity tongued the resulting flood of wetness, spreading it over soft curls and tucks of flesh until Cooper weakly groaned “Oh hell. Fuck. Please! Time out!”
Felicity unfurled herself back up off the bed like a stretching cat. What a delightful sight she was leaving. Cooper spread before her in postcoital disarray? It felt like she’d just debauched an Amazon of Themiscyra—in the best possible sense.
Once standing, Felicity stepped back and placed her hands on her hips once more.
Cooper’s eyes, once they were focused, drank in the sight of her. “You look so powerful standing there like that; so self-satisfied.” Her smile became amused. “Be a nice overlord and take off your shirt for me?”
Felicity decided only Cooper could get away with teasing her about her authority. She shot her a withering look, then undid her shirt buttons before wrenching down the suspenders until they dangled at her side in flattened hoops. Finally, she pulled off the shirt, held it up for a moment, then let it fall to the ground.
“Would you touch your nipples for me? Stroke them? Show me how you like being touched?”
“I suppose,” Felicity said, aiming for haughty. It was more breathy. Admittedly, she was as wet as she’d ever been.
She reached for her own breasts. Felicity was usually self-conscious about them. They were so small, so insubstantial next to most women’s. But under Cooper’s admiring gaze, they seemed perfect as she plucked at her aching, erect nipples. Felicity rubbed and rolled them, gaze locked with her lover’s, the burn between her legs growing sharper.
“You’re so beautiful, Felicity,” Cooper said. “I love your breasts. I’m going to taste them soon. I’m going to taste all of you.”
Felicity swallowed. Strong Cooper running her lips all over her body, sucking and licking her until she squirmed…
“But right now, wouldn’t you rather have your fingers stroking yourself, too?” Cooper’s voice was almost a purr, and her eyes were raking her.
Yes, actually, Felicity would damn well love to be stroking herself right now. She briefly pictured denying herself just for sheer contrariness over being told what to do. That idiocy lasted two seconds. Instead, she unbuttoned her tailored pants, slid them to the floor along with her lacy La Perla thong, and left them in a puddle at her ankles.
Felicity was obscenely wet now. She wondered what Cooper thought of her naked body. Phillip had once called her a ballet dancer without the muscles. He’d meant it as a compliment, but all Felicity had heard was brittle. Weak. Breakable. Compared to solid, sturdy Cooper, Felicity was downright insubstantial.
“Touch yourself.” Cooper’s hand drifted between her own legs. “I’ll do it, too. Hell, I can’t not. You’re so beautiful.”
Felicity slid her fingers down and began to finger herself in front of Cooper’s appreciative gaze. Suddenly her doubts fled. It felt…so naughty. Both of them fucking themselves, gazes locked on each other. The sounds of slippery strokes of flesh filled the room.
“Fuck. Oh.” Cooper’s mouth fell open as her breaths turned into short, fast gasps. She opened her thighs wide, and she came—again.
Felicity’s front-row seat of her lover orgasming was highly motivating. Beneath her frantic, furious fingers, her clit tightened and tingled.
“That’s it,” Cooper encouraged as she combed her fingers through her own drenched curls. “Watch me.” And then she slid one finger inside herself.
Felicity’s brain turned liquid—like the rest of her. She twitched and spasmed, crying out as she came hard. She sank onto the end of the bed, legs weak.
“Fuck,” she said, when her breathing returned to normal. “Can’t say I’ve ever done that before.” She shot Cooper a faintly embarrassed look. “Put on a show.”
“And what a spectacular show it was. You do so many things to me.” Cooper patted the bed beside her. “Come up here. It’d be a shame to waste all this nakedness. We’ve got plenty of time for a snuggle before our fun ends.”
