Free Deep Diving by Cate Ellink Page B

guttural ‘Fuck,’ fills the air and Cooper peaks with me. We’re suspended. Gazes locked. Unable to move. The air between us alive and screaming.
    The intensity weakens. Slowly, so slowly, we drift back to earth. My thighs grip his legs like a jockey suspended above a thoroughbred. A burning ache rips along my quads, forcing me to release Cooper’s legs. I ease down so my knees are on the bed, holding my weight, but I’m still pinned by his cock.
    I stretch out the knots in my back. Muscles soothed by orgasmic release move easily and make me happily languid. I hold myself upright although I’d like to sprawl across his chest.
    ‘You’re right,’ Cooper says with slurring words. ‘It was better for waiting.’
    I grin. ‘How do you know it wasn’t going to be that good without waiting?’
    He lifts my hips from him. The loss of the warmth and fullness sends a lance of disappointment through my chest. ‘It’s never that good first up.’ He smiles and indicates the condom. ‘I’ll just get rid of this.’
    I lie on my side, watching as he saunters into the bathroom. He has a bloody fantastic butt. Tight and round, it hollows at the base when he walks. Lord, I want to grab hold of him and fuck him again.
    He heads back, a grin on his face as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking. ‘I need a rest. Sorry, much as I’ve tried, I haven’t been able to improve the stamina of my cock.’
    I laugh. He knows he’s a package any woman would drool over, yet he laughs about it. I love it.
    ‘You rest, muscle-boy. I’m sure I’ll be able to amuse myself for a while,’ I leer.
    He lies beside me. ‘Just let me rest for a bit and I’ll be all yours again. Up for round two.’
    I trace my index finger across his hand and work my way along his arm and over his shoulder. I’ve never had the opportunity to study muscles this well-developed. I’ve always been with fit men, but none so heavily muscled. His biceps and triceps are like mini-mountains, even in semi-repose. The hills and valleys are more exciting than a Sunday run through the Adelaide hills. The muscles of his neck are thick and hard, an extension of his shoulders. Touring his chest is thrilling. The smooth dome across his pectorals is like a super-large version of his cock head, although nipples are tight dark nubs, not a single slit. I lick them the same as I would the slit, probing with the tip of my tongue. He moans softly, his eyes half-closed as he watches.
    ‘I thought you were resting?’
    He makes a tiny snort before speaking. ‘You think I can rest with your fingers dancing around like that?’
    ‘Do you want me to stop?’
    ‘God, no. Just don’t expect me to perform.’ He gives a lazy smile full of self-satisfied confidence.
    My left hand traces the musculature of his stomach. A six pack with more than six packed in. I let my fingers explore dips and hills, evenly spaced across the wide expanse. Each ripple receives my touch. Each groove the sweep of my thumb. And when my fingers have finished exploring, I take my tongue on the journey. Pockets of sweat strengthen the taste of Cooper. A stretch of warm, tight muscle and I slick across as if skating. His flesh is a feast for the famished. I can’t slake my need.
    Once his stomach is thoroughly examined, it’s the perfect opportunity to move on. My fingers curl lightly around his semi-flaccid cock, and I stroke the loose flesh so it moves along the shaft freely. I slip the skin back from the head, holding it as I examine the smooth rounded top. Leaning forward I slide the flat of my tongue across the dome. With only a hint of latex, a salty tang tingles over my tongue. A stronger concentration of whatever lies on Cooper’s skin. I need more.
    My lips close over the head, my tongue runs along the join of cock and foreskin. So much tang, my eyes roll back in my head. All I can think of is smooth skin, solid strength, salty tang.
    The baby-softness of the outer flesh hides the strength