Page 18 of Auctioned to the Cowboy

His mouth moves lower, licking and nibbling my stomach. “How about here?”

I giggle as he finds a ticklish spot. “That feels good too—oh!”

I lose my breath and arch off the bed as he slips a finger inside me.

He groans, his eyes darkening with desire. "You're so wet for me, wife. So ready."

His fingertips delve into the slick, hot folds of my sex, testing, experimenting, looking for the exactly right place to stroke me. When he finds my clit, I let out a muffled cry and turn my face into his neck. Henry murmurs to me while continuing his torturous massage.

My heart pounds so hard against my ribs that I think it will burst from my chest. Tongues of flame flick through me, all gathering in the tight fireball burning between my legs.

My hands seek him, the hardness of his hipbones, the smoothness of his flanks, the rigid cock throbbing against my thigh. When I wrap my hand around him, he sucks in a breath and presses his thumb hard against my clit.

I explode into a vortex of heat and sensation. My body moves on instinct, grinding my pussy against his hand as I’m pulled into a place where nothing and no one exists but Henry and me. I sob his name as wave upon wave of spasms rack my body.

At last, the contractions subside, and I lie limp and dazed on the mattress, astounded by the pleasure Henry coaxed from me.

He presses kisses over my cheeks, my forehead, my mouth, winding my hair in his fist. “Fuck, Shay. You’re beautiful when you come apart,” he rasps, his breath hot and rapid against my ear.

I lick my lips, catching my breath. “Wow, that was… Wow.”

His chest rumbles against mine deliciously as he chuckles. “You’re damn good for my ego, wife.”

“Is it”—I lick my lips again—“always like this?”

Henry shakes his head. “No, sweetheart. It’s never been like this.”

“Really?”

He nods this time, his silver eyes flashing with an elusive emotion. “It’s never been this natural. This… right,” he admits gruffly.

Ah, this man’s proud, grumpy demeanor hides a wounded heart. The sudden need to be the one to heal it is overwhelming.

I slide my hands through his hair, pulling his head down so his mouth is an inch from mine. “Please, Henry. I need you.”

“Ready to be mine, Shay Sutton?”

“Yes. Yes, I’m ready. I—” My breath hisses out as Henry pushes inside me in one powerful thrust.

Pain. Fullness. I gasp, my body stretching to accommodate him. I try to squirm away from him, but he holds me fast, smothering my protests with kisses and rough-whispered apologies.

“Burns,” I choke, biting my lip.

“Shhh, my beautiful wife. It’ll get better, I promise,” Henry murmurs, brushing away a tear as he holds still inside me.

I nod, clenching my hands on his shoulders. “I know. I trust you.”

His forehead drops to my shoulder. “Fuck, I don’t know what I did to deserve you. But I’m keeping you. You’re mine now.”

“Well, you’ve skewered me like a marshmallow on a campfire stick, so yeah, I’d say that’s a given,” I huff, forcing my body to relax.

His laughter rumbles through me again, welcome and comforting. “How do you do that? Make me laugh when I’m trying to be serious?”

“It’s a gift.” I shrug. “Have to say, though, I didn’t expect sex to be like this, with the talking and all. I thought it was all whip it in, whip it out, and wipe it.”

“Sex is whatever we want it to be,” he says, his eyes darkening to pewter. He does something with his hips that makes me gasp.

“Oh! That feels…”

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