REprisal - Kathy Coopmans Page 0,46
you want?”
Turner’s low-pitched question catches me off guard.
“Where did that come from?”
I roll over on my side as we snuggle on our bed in the small apartment we shared our senior year of college.
“I don’t know, really. Just curious, I guess.”
He shrugs and rolls over to face me.
“I want two, both boys,” I say playfully.
“Why boys?”
“They say boys are easier to take care of. How about you?” I ask, my curiosity suddenly piqued.
“Two. Boys or girls, it doesn’t really matter to me as long as they’re healthy. However,” he continues, flipping me onto my back, climbing on top of me, and grinding his hips into mine, “if we have a girl, I want her to look just like you.”
“Really? Well, I think… wait, you just said ‘we.’ ”
My brows knit in confusion.
“Don’t look at me like I just grew another head, babe. I’m not talking about us having kids tomorrow. I’m speaking about the future. Of course I want to have them with you, I’m fucking crazy about you. So, two kids it is. I say we get to practicing right now.”
He shuts me up by kissing me relentlessly, biting my lip, then sucking it deep into his mouth. I let out a slight whimper.
The intent behind his kiss is passionate and filled with promises of what’s to come. His hand starts stroking my face, tilting it to the angle he wants.
We are literally sharing our souls with each other the more fervently we kiss, tongues teasing, searching, and promising more to come.
“I love you,” he whispers.
“I love you, too.”
Tenderly he grazes his thumb across my nipple.
“Mmm. I need to see these.”
He shifts, pulls me up, and has my shirt off and over my head in no time.
“So beautiful.”
I fall back on the bed wearing only my light blue boy shorts, running my eyes up and down his naked torso. A hint of his straining dick peeks out of the top of his black basketball shorts.
“These need to go, too.”
Hooking his thumbs into the side on my boy shorts, he pulls them off and tosses them behind his shoulder.
“Jesus, I will never get tired of looking at you.”
He brings his head down and pulls a nipple into his mouth, causing me to arch my back. I bite my lip to keep myself from crying out, digging my hands into his hair and pulling him closer to my breast. The way he is sucking on my nipple almost to the point of pain is enough to send me over the edge.
“God, Turner, the things you do to me drive me crazy,” I moan.
He moves his mouth to the top of my breast, lightly sucking the same spot for a minute or two. I stare down at him.
“Are you marking me?”
“Yup. Just leaving a little friendly reminder here so I can admire what’s mine.”
He tilts his head slightly the other way and sucks a little more.
“I’m already yours,” I say breathlessly, the sensation of what he is doing setting off tingles and deep pressure between my legs.
“There. All done.”
He admires his handiwork with a smile.
“What did you do?” I lift my head and look at my breast. “You have got to be kidding me! A ‘T’? You put a hickey in the shape of a T on my boob? Oh, my God!” I laugh.
He places a light kiss over the top of the T.
“I didn’t put a T on your boob. I put it on my boob.”
“Get up here and kiss me, you crazy man.”
“Crazy for you.”
Our mouths devour each other’s as our hands explore one another. His kisses become so deep and demanding, my legs shake. Thank God I am lying down right now, or they would give out and I would fall to the floor.
Turner’s hands firmly grip my ass, lifting it up slightly, his erection long and hard tortuously circling close to the spot where I want him. Positioning himself on his knees, he spreads my legs wide.
“I want to make slow love to you, Clove. I want you to know how much I love you. I want to feel you while you coat me with your sweetness and then when you’re ready to come, I want to look into those stunning eyes of yours while you look into mine, so you never forget how much I fucking love you.”
When he says things like that, looks at me like I am his everything, I can’t speak. The only thing I can do is feel. Feel how much he loves