fills me.
And then I’m sprawled across the bed. Feet hanging off. Collapsed in ruin. Gasping for breath, for sanity. Gasping to keep going, to keep riding the joy.
Cooper is over me, held up by arms bulging with muscles. Still filling me. Cock still twitching inside.
Neither of us says anything for the longest time. Neither of us moves. I’m incapable of thinking. I’ve been reduced to my basest self and I love it.
Eventually there’s movement but I’ve no idea who moves first. Cooper strips off and disposes of the condom. I drag myself onto the bed fully, lying on my back with my head on the pillows. Cooper joins me. Without need for words, he holds me in his arms. Our breathing matches. I close my hands over his. Secure in his arms, I snuggle against him.
Next thing I know, strong sunlight wakes me and a sound I can’t identify. Cooper stirs beside me and then his eyes spring open. Dark chocolate pools. His lips break into a smile to rival the best sunrise. He kisses me lightly.
‘I’ll get rid of room service.’ He slips from bed, drags on a robe and opens the door. A muffled conversation is background noise. My eyes are glued to the clock. Eleven, oh, eight. My mind can’t make sense of the numbers. I lift myself up on an elbow and stare at the clock harder.
It’s 11:08 a.m. And I just woke up? Scratching my head, I still can’t process. I never sleep late. Eight o’clock is a sleep-in. Has been for as far back as I can remember.
Cooper returns. ‘Breakfast is here if you’re hungry. As usual, I’m starving now I’m awake.’
I blink a couple of times before I can get words from my mouth. ‘It’s after eleven.’ The words come out sounding like a question even though I meant it as a statement. Or maybe not. I am questioning it, along with my sanity.
‘Lucky we have an afternoon dive today.’ Cooper’s grin is pure mischief. One that speaks of sated male, a night of great sex, and a morning of adventure.
I pull myself from the bed. ‘I never sleep this late.’
Catching my hand in his, Cooper walks me towards him until I’m snug against his chest with his arms loosely around me. He kisses me lightly. ‘Sweetheart. Until after six this morning, there was precious little sleep.’ While his grin slides more towards gloating, heat slips from my chest up my neck and across my face. Why? I have no idea. I loved every minute of it. I have never spent such a decadent night, and maybe that’s the reason for my tinge of shame.
‘Come, eat. You’ll need it.’ Cooper holds a robe up for me, and after slipping it on, I follow him to the food.
***
I’m horny as hell in 15 metres of water, covered in a thick wetsuit, and watching a school of Moorish Idols dance around seaweed. Cooper holding my hand, my fingers interlaced with his, is not alone in causing my discomfort. Something changed between us this morning. Some dynamic shifted. I’ve always been aware of him, but now I’m hyper-aware. His gaze seems to lock onto and burn into me. His touch doesn’t just brush against me, it leaves a tingling fire. His bulk doesn’t just cast a shadow, it overshadows, has me wanting to meld against it, eager to taste, tease, and touch.
Something’s changed within him too. He doesn’t seem to care who sees us together. He holds my hand. Slings his arm across my shoulder. Snuggles against my side. Kisses me in public.
I thought he’d hide our fling. I expected that with his public persona, he would try to keep me under wraps. Where earlier I had hoped that I might become a fond memory, now I’m hoping for more.
This change is making me think of other things.
That’s a huge mistake.
I take my hand from his and tap the air gauge. If we want to see anything else, we’d better be moving along. I point my hand towards the edge of the rock wall and Cooper nods. We head back to the boat, checking out the rest of the rock wall along the way, but I’m distracted. Once I’d never have believed
And then I’m sprawled across the bed. Feet hanging off. Collapsed in ruin. Gasping for breath, for sanity. Gasping to keep going, to keep riding the joy.
Cooper is over me, held up by arms bulging with muscles. Still filling me. Cock still twitching inside.
Neither of us says anything for the longest time. Neither of us moves. I’m incapable of thinking. I’ve been reduced to my basest self and I love it.
Eventually there’s movement but I’ve no idea who moves first. Cooper strips off and disposes of the condom. I drag myself onto the bed fully, lying on my back with my head on the pillows. Cooper joins me. Without need for words, he holds me in his arms. Our breathing matches. I close my hands over his. Secure in his arms, I snuggle against him.
Next thing I know, strong sunlight wakes me and a sound I can’t identify. Cooper stirs beside me and then his eyes spring open. Dark chocolate pools. His lips break into a smile to rival the best sunrise. He kisses me lightly.
‘I’ll get rid of room service.’ He slips from bed, drags on a robe and opens the door. A muffled conversation is background noise. My eyes are glued to the clock. Eleven, oh, eight. My mind can’t make sense of the numbers. I lift myself up on an elbow and stare at the clock harder.
It’s 11:08 a.m. And I just woke up? Scratching my head, I still can’t process. I never sleep late. Eight o’clock is a sleep-in. Has been for as far back as I can remember.
Cooper returns. ‘Breakfast is here if you’re hungry. As usual, I’m starving now I’m awake.’
I blink a couple of times before I can get words from my mouth. ‘It’s after eleven.’ The words come out sounding like a question even though I meant it as a statement. Or maybe not. I am questioning it, along with my sanity.
‘Lucky we have an afternoon dive today.’ Cooper’s grin is pure mischief. One that speaks of sated male, a night of great sex, and a morning of adventure.
I pull myself from the bed. ‘I never sleep this late.’
Catching my hand in his, Cooper walks me towards him until I’m snug against his chest with his arms loosely around me. He kisses me lightly. ‘Sweetheart. Until after six this morning, there was precious little sleep.’ While his grin slides more towards gloating, heat slips from my chest up my neck and across my face. Why? I have no idea. I loved every minute of it. I have never spent such a decadent night, and maybe that’s the reason for my tinge of shame.
‘Come, eat. You’ll need it.’ Cooper holds a robe up for me, and after slipping it on, I follow him to the food.
***
I’m horny as hell in 15 metres of water, covered in a thick wetsuit, and watching a school of Moorish Idols dance around seaweed. Cooper holding my hand, my fingers interlaced with his, is not alone in causing my discomfort. Something changed between us this morning. Some dynamic shifted. I’ve always been aware of him, but now I’m hyper-aware. His gaze seems to lock onto and burn into me. His touch doesn’t just brush against me, it leaves a tingling fire. His bulk doesn’t just cast a shadow, it overshadows, has me wanting to meld against it, eager to taste, tease, and touch.
Something’s changed within him too. He doesn’t seem to care who sees us together. He holds my hand. Slings his arm across my shoulder. Snuggles against my side. Kisses me in public.
I thought he’d hide our fling. I expected that with his public persona, he would try to keep me under wraps. Where earlier I had hoped that I might become a fond memory, now I’m hoping for more.
This change is making me think of other things.
That’s a huge mistake.
I take my hand from his and tap the air gauge. If we want to see anything else, we’d better be moving along. I point my hand towards the edge of the rock wall and Cooper nods. We head back to the boat, checking out the rest of the rock wall along the way, but I’m distracted. Once I’d never have believed
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