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what’s wrong?”
    “Nothing,” I told him. “Nothing at all.”
    “You’re looking at me funny,” he said, but he looked concerned. “Is it because you said you loved me and I didn’t say anything back?”
    “Sshh,” I hushed him, then pressed my lips to his.
    “What is it?”
    “Take me to bed,” I whispered.
    He looked at me for a long moment. “Okay,” he agreed, but he was worried.
    “No, Cooper,” I said, holding his face and shaking my head. “I want you to take me to bed,” I repeated. He still looked confused, so I spelled it out for him. “Cooper, I want you to top me.”

Chapter Six
    “Are you sure?” he asked. I was naked on the bed and he was kneeling between my thighs.
    “Yes. I am,” I told him, again. He’d asked me in the kitchen, he’d asked me before we undressed, now he was asking again. “I’m very sure. I want to share this with you.”
    He exhaled with a nervous laugh. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
    He knew I’d never bottomed, he knew this was new territory for me, so he understood how much this meant.
    I sat up and swiped the pad of my thumb across his bottom lip. “Take your time and you won’t hurt me.”
    He kissed me then, and we fell back onto the bed. He slicked his fingers and probed my ass while his tongue probed my mouth. He was gentle and sweet, he took his time and he took care of me.
    He licked and sucked my cock while he slid his fingers inside me over and over, stretching me, preparing me for him. For where I wanted him. He pressed my gland again and again while he worshipped my cock with his mouth.
    The intensity of my orgasm was crippling, and amazing. I’d never felt anything like it. I’d never come so hard. It was like he’d rendered my bones to liquid. I heard the rip of foil, then he pushed my legs up to my chest.
    I was pliable, like Jell-O. And I still wanted more.
    When he pressed against me and pushed inside me, it was a stretch and a burn, but he was slow and careful, and I welcomed it.
    He leaned over me while he oh-so slowly filled me, giving me time to adjust. I put my arms around his neck and watched him. I watched his eyes roll back, I watched him tremble, his chest rise and fall in rapid breaths and I watched as he licked his lips and whimpered.
    His pleasure was mine.
    He kissed me, he gave me his tongue, he pulled on my bottom lip, and he kissed me again. Then his thrusts got a little harder, and a little deeper, and he groaned long and low.
    “Tom,” he whispered gruffly. Then his hands held my face and his lips were touching mine as he breathed, as he thrust into me. He said my name again, and I lifted my legs higher, and he flexed into me as he came.
    Completely spent, he collapsed on me and I traced circles on his back until he’d caught his breath. He pulled out of me, kissed me tenderly then he cleaned me up.
    He never said a word.
    But when he climbed back onto the bed, he wrapped his arms and legs around me. He’d never held me so tight.
    We spent the afternoon in bed alternating between sleep and making out. When I was on top of him, kissing his neck and jaw, I rolled us over so he was on top of me and I asked him to make love to me again.
    He made me come again with no less intensity than before, then he laid me face down on the bed. He pressed his weight on me then pressed inside me. He threaded his fingers with mine and whimpered and moaned in my ear.
    He kissed the back of my neck and shoulder as he slowly thrust into me. His weight on me, his breath hot in my ear and his teeth scraping my skin set my body on fire. I raised my ass to meet him, to give more of me to him, and his whole body convulsed when he came.
    I’d never heard him moan like that.
    He collapsed again on top of me, keeping his weight on me. He pulled out of me but continued to rock his hips a little and murmur, “Fuck, baby,” over and over.
    Eventually we left the bed and showered, and Cooper ordered dinner. We sat on the lounge and ate our