My legs trembled, but I didn’t know if it was from his slight touch or his words. No one had ever looked at me like that before. Like he wanted to devour me. And as his fingers feathered over my skin, moving upward, my nipples tightened. Cowboy idly rubbed his gentle hands over them. Then he lowered his mouth and curled his tongue around one, and a marvelous tingle ran through me. Like an electric buzz amplified by an incredible physical sensation.
As his lips returned to mine, his hand skated lower, cupping me between my legs. I jolted as he drew his finger up my center. He stopped kissing me, but his mouth lingered near mine. His eyes were mad with desire, and his hot breath intermingled with mine. “Sweetheart, are you sure you want to do this?”
“Hell, yes.”
He smiled wide, pushed me backward onto the bed, and covered me with his body. “Good. Because it’s my turn to show you a few things.”
Nibbling at my lips, Cowboy wiggled his finger into my soft, pliant folds. The whimpering sound that left my lips pleaded with him to give me more, and he obliged. Slowly and smoothly, he inserted his finger, penetrating me, and I gasped into his mouth.
There was a sweet, slow buildup of pressure. My wetness increased as he played with me a bit more. Then he slid down my body, crouched between my legs, and gave me one of his famously sexy smirks. “Darlin’, I’m about to introduce you to your most favorite thing in the world from now on.”
His face pressed between my thighs, and his tongue found my core. My heart beat faster at the new sensation, and I even tried to worm away from him. “Uh-uh. The best part is yet to come,” he said, chuckling at his play on words. “Let me finish you off.” Then he grasped my hips and buried his tongue further into me, pleasuring me once again.
As he used an incredible lick, nibble, suck variation on my sensitive area, a tremendous amount of pressure formed, spreading warmth throughout my abdomen. Memories of being caught under a blazing wooden beam clouded my mind. But this time, it was as if I were burning from the inside out. My respiratory rate increased until I was full-on panting. I shuddered and bucked my hips wildly. Holy shit!
Cowboy braced himself by gaining purchase with his feet on the floor as involuntary spasms wracked my body. My legs molded around his head, but he cracked them open and drove me up again.
After the second orgasm, my hands twined into his hair. “Cowboy? Please…I need you to…”
“What, baby? What do you want?” He wanted to hear me say it.
“I want you inside me.”
Obviously quite pleased with himself, he chuckled at the desperation in my voice and rose to a standing position. “I’ll be right back. Let me get a condom.”
I reached over, slid open the drawer next to my bed, and withdrew one. As I handed it to him, he caught sight of the large box I’d pulled it from and grinned. Seconds later, he was crawling up between my legs, condom in place, as he kneed my thighs apart.
“Don’t worry. I’m going to take it slow and easy. I’ll make it feel good for you.”
I didn’t bother to tell him I was already feeling pretty darn good.
Sliding his hands over my shaky knees, he spread my legs wider and positioned himself at my entrance. Slowly and gently, he increased pressure until he entered me. I tensed up.
He groaned. “Jesus, Anna, maybe we should stop.”
“No, don’t.”
“You’re really tight. I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, shifting his weight a little.
I shook my head. “You’re not. Keep going.”
But he must’ve known I lied by the way I closed my eyes and braced for the burning sensation of being stretched by his large member. “Look at me, honey.”
I did, but not before latching my ankles around his hips and pulling him slightly forward, laminating him to me. I gasped at the increased penetration and the uncomfortable fullness, while he swore under his breath. He stalled and balanced himself over me, probably afraid to move in case he hurt me more.
“I need this. I need you,” I pleaded with him. “Please don’t stop now.”