Page 29 of Forbidden Cowboy

“Do that again,” she moaned, and I complied.

“Feels good?”

“Better than you know,” she rasped.

I did it again, and once more, before pulling my hand away, and as she made a small noise of complaint, I wrapped my mouth around the now hard bud of her nipple, over the lace. I sucked gently, and at her insistence, the feeling of her hand on the back of my head, I did it again, harder, and finished off with a light bite. I felt the jolt through her body at my actions, and half expected her to tell me it hurt, to ask me to stop, but when I looked at her, her eyes were only encouraging more. I nipped at the delicate skin through the lace, and trailed my mouth down, until I reached the sensitive skin under her breasts, and started leaving marks there. I knew she had done a number of them on my shoulders, and I had a point to prove.

I wasn’t the only one that could be possessive. I worked out which places made her hitch her breath, and others that made her moan, all while trailing down, letting intentional bruises bloom under my careful ministrations.

I bit softly at her hip, before dipping my face between the juncture of her thighs. Like I had with her breast, I tongued over the underwear, and a small keening noise came from somewhere above me.

“Okay?” I asked, not sure if that noise had been good or bad.

“Yes,” she breathed, “very.”

With that encouragement, I did it again, before pushing the small amount of lace to the side to nose at her center. She was already wet, and I wondered how she could be turning me on even more.

“So wet for me,” I groaned, and felt her hands tangle in my hair, a very obvious request to keep going.

“For you,” she echoed, and from the sound of her voice, she wasn’t unhappy with that fact.

I went to work, then, circling my tongue around that precious bundle of nerves, and holding her hips down as she tried to arch into my ministrations. I would laugh at the frustrated groan she would let out at this, at being unable to chase me for release.

“You’re teasing me,” she whined, and I couldn’t help but smile, because it was true.

“If you’ve never had sex, you need some teasing,” I said pragmatically.

I pulled her underwear fully off at this, discarding them off the end of the bed.

“Why?”

“Because of this,” I said, and plunged two fingers into her.

The resulting moan had her back arching and her fingers tightening in my hair. I moved back up, my fingers still inside of her, to plant a kiss on her open mouth.

“You need to be stretched,” I said. “Or it won’t feel as good.”

I curled my fingers up, searching, searching, and when she arched into me again, I knew I’d found it.

“Fine, yeah, okay,” she bleated. “Okay, okay.”

She was starting to get that wrecked look in her eyes, and I knew if I just kept stroking this spot like I intended to, we wouldn’t have long before her first orgasm hit her.

I built her up to that edge, and just as she was about to come, I removed my fingers, and if looks could kill, she would have been a murderer. Instead, I chuckled, and immediately replaced my two fingers with three, and that was all it took to have her clenching around me. Her thighs shook, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she cried my name out of that perfect mouth of hers. I waited until she came back down, waited until she pulled me into a heated kiss, and waited until she didn’t have small aftershocks every time I touched her.

“Oh my God,” she said. “What was that?”

“You’ve never…?”

“If that was an orgasm, thenno.”

“Oh Sierra,” I said, nuzzling at her neck. “Baby, you have been missing out.”

“Obviously. So, show me what I was missing out on.”

I didn’t second guess what she wanted—the alcohol-induced fog seemed to have cleared up by now—it certainly had from me, and all I wanted was to be inside of her, so I pulled my pants off, stripped out of my boxers, and lined myself up with her.

“You’re sure about this?” I asked once again.