Page 107 of Dirty Cowboy

Hearing my name on her lips sends a bolt of heat back to my groin. I’m already hard again, ready to sink inside her. I slide my hands down her sides, watching her skin cover with goosebumps in their wake. She responds to my touch like a sunflower seeking the sun.

I reach her panties and she lifts her hips. I hook my fingers under the elastic and slowly peel them over her hips and down her legs. She lays down on the bed and her lips part with a sigh.

My beautiful Emma lays bare before me, like an offering, without an inch of clothing between us. I take a moment to drink in the sight of her. She’s the most breathtaking thing I've ever seen.

"Eric," she whispers, a hint of shyness in her tone. Her hands move to cover herself but I catch them before she can.

"Don't hide from me, darling." I press a kiss to her knuckles. “You're gorgeous."

A faint blush colours her cheeks but when I guide her hands above her head, she doesn't protest.

“I’m not tying you up,” I whisper. “Not today.”

I kiss my way down her body, savouring the taste of her nipples, silently promising to have every pink shade of her skin in my mouth. I circle the perfect nubs until they harden into peaks and fit splendidly between my teeth. I gently bite down, pulling out until the nipple springs back before I make my way down her sinking stomach.

I slip my fingers in my mouth, coating them thoroughly. I spread her legs open, and settle between her thighs, circling her entrance, and watching her face for signs of discomfort.

"Relax, darling," I whisper. "I've got you."

She nods, her eyes fluttering shut. I press two fingers inside her, moving slowly to allow her body to adjust. When I feel her inner muscles loosen around me, I add a third finger, scissoring them gently apart.

A soft moan escapes her lips, and I swallow the sound with a kiss, curling my fingers just so. Her back arches, hips rocking to meet the soft pumping.

“Let go, darling. I’ve got you," I whisper against her lips.

I move down her body again, lips tracing a trail over her stomach and toward her waiting heat. My mouth meets her sex with a long lick, and she lets out a whimper. The taste of her fills my senses with a mix of sweetness and urgency. As I lick through her flesh, settling around her clit, she lets out a soft cry. I close my mouth around her swollen clit, pumping my fingers in and out of her pussy while flicking my tongue. Her hands find my head, and her fingers rake through my hair, as she arches her back. I flick my tongue and suck her clit as she pushes herself harder into my mouth before cumming with a cry, her inner walls clenching around my fingers and her body shaking. I work her through the orgasm, prolonging her pleasure with gentler sucks and tender sweeps of my tongue until she collapses back against the bed, sated and breathless.

Only then, do I withdraw my fingers, waiting patiently until Emma opens her eyes. A smile tugs at her kiss-swollen lips.

“I love you,” she says softly. “I love you so much.”

My heart swells. I brush a lock of hair from her face and lower to kiss her.

“Make love to me,” she pleads against my lips.

I keep my mouth over hers, kissing her as I position myself between her thighs. I slowly sink into her welcoming heat, and she whimpers. Her nails dig into my shoulders. God, she’s tight. I pause, giving her body time to adjust.

“You feel incredible,” I groan, burying my face in her neck. I place searing kisses along her throat, relishing her breathy moans.

Her hips roll against mine, urging me deeper. I respond with a slow and steady rhythm of my hips. The sound of our breathing fills the room, and the scent of her warm and inviting skin overwhelms my senses. Her legs wrap around my waist, her heels digging into my lower back.

"Harder," she begs, clenching around me. "Eric, please..."

A groan vibrates low in my throat, hips snapping forward, and I bury myself within her, just enough not to break her. Emma cries out, fingers twisting in my hair, and the familiar tightening returns to my balls.

Reaching between us, I circle her clit with my fingers, rubbing her spot and pumping quicker into her sex until she shatters around me, inner walls convulsing as she succumbs to a fresh release. Pleasure and pain throb in my groin as I hold back, but after two more rough thrusts, I come inside her, finally marking her as mine.

Our breathing slows, and I pull out slowly and lay beside her, bringing her close to my body into a tangle of sweaty limbs and racing hearts.

“You all right?” I ask, covering us with a throw. Emma lets out a satisfied sigh, her chest rising and falling as she catches her breath. She turns her head, her eyes meeting mine with a soft smile.

“That was perfect,” she murmurs, her voice hoarse and throaty. “I’m thirsty.”

I brush a stray lock of hair away from her forehead.

"Then let’s take care of that." I lift and scoop her up, her body curling into my chest. She laughs with a sound as light and sweet as the evening breeze drifting through the window.

As I carry her downstairs, her head resting against my shoulder. I set her down gently on the soft blankets and plush pillows in front of the fireplace. She looks up. Her eyes sparkle, and I lean down to kiss her forehead before heading to the kitchen.

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