My cowboy lost his control now too.
I was on my back before I knew what was happening. His hand cradled my head, protecting it as I slammed into the bed. We both groaned as he sank deep inside me. And stayed there.
He stared at me, his eyes wild and desperate. I felt myself getting close again. Something about that unmoving cock inside me was doing things to me that I hadn't felt before.
He stared at me hungrily as I started to come. I was thrashing on the bed beneath him as he held perfectly still. I shook and shivered, unable to move him one inch. His cock was an immovable force, pinning me to the bed. The orgasm seemed to go on forever.
Finally he let go, thrusting into me again and again. He was the wild one now. He was the animal. With a low grunt I felt him finish, his cock pulsing inside me. It sparked another orgasmic aftershock in me as I bore down on him with everything I had.
He was grinning when he pulled out a moment later.
I rolled to my side, staring at him in annoyance.
He'd won round one.
But we were far from finished here.
I wouldn't let him get the best of me again.
Chapter Three
Daniel
Dear lord in heaven the woman knew how to fuck.
I'd never been taken like that. I'd never lost control with a woman. Ever.
She hadn't liked it when I made her mewl like a helpless little kitten. I grinned. That was too bad for her since I was absofuckinglutely going to do it again.
She was staring at me, those huge eyes of hers calculating. I noticed she didn't try to cover up that incredible body of hers. Most women were coy and shy after sex. Never mind about getting what they wanted.
Fuck if I didn't like her approach a whole lot better.
Her eyes were on my cock as it started to stiffen again. A faint smile was on her lips, making her look like the cat who ate the canary. I wanted those lips on mine. And elsewhere.
Right fucking now.
"There's still a few hours before I need to dress for dinner."
Her finger tip scratched down my chest and stomach. Then she skimmed it over my cock. I was ready, but I wasn't sure she was. How could she be after what had just happened?
She was a small woman but it was more than that. I could tell I was the first one she's had in a while from the snug fit. I'd been shocked at how tight and good she felt.
"Are you sore? I don't want to hurt you."
She stretched lazily and stood, lifting one knee onto the chair across the room. She let her hands slide over her skin, luxuriating in the sensation. It was hot as hell.
"No talking. Please."
She glanced at me over her shoulder and slowly bent over.
"I will tell you if I am sore."
That was all the invitation I needed. I am not a stupid man. I was on my feet and rolling a fresh condom over my cock in a heartbeat.
Even I hadn't known I could move that fast.
I stood behind her, breathing heavily. The way she looked as she waited for me... it was the most erotic thing I'd seen in my life. I could see her puffy little * lips between the smooth globes of her perfect ass. Her skin was a gorgeous golden color, as if she'd just been to the beach in Saint Tropez.
Hell, she probably had.
She glanced over her shoulder at me again, the beauty of her face overwhelming me. Her eyes challenged me as I grasped her hips, pressing my cock against her softness.
I didn't say a word as I thrust forward, burying myself in her silky heat. I groaned at the sensation. Her body seemed to be built just for mine. Her * was the best I'd ever had. Slick, smooth, silky. Her hips the perfect height. Everything about her inflamed my senses. I doubted I would ever forget one second I spent with her.
Certainly not this one.
She pushed backwards slightly, encouraging me to get on with it. It reminded me of the way I could tell Black Jack was ready to go fast, to canter or gallop when I was out riding him each morning.
Francesca was clearly ready to go fast.
I didn't need to be told twice.
Francesca
"I need to shower."
He smiled, running his hand over my flank. I knew he did not want to leave. Even after having me three times, he was hungry for more.
"Need any help?"
I considered him. He had turned out to be an exceptionally good lover. I would see him again, I decided. I shook my head, softening his dismissal with a smile.
"Perhaps another time."
His eyes flared at the invitation. He leaned forward to kiss me. I did not pull away, but I did not encourage him either. I really did need to get ready.
"Can I watch?"
I almost rolled my eyes at him, but shrugged. Men seemed to enjoy watching a woman primp. He might be disappointed when he saw how quickly I got ready.
He leaned in the bathroom door while I showered. I quickly pinned my hair up and soaped my body. Then I rubbed a softly scented oil into my skin. A quick streak of lipstick, I blotted onto my lips and I was done. I unpinned my hair and shook it loose, then slipped a silk dress over my head.
He was watching closely as I slipped my feet into strappy high heeled sandals.