And I want to say,Yes, I am yours. I want to be yours. But all I can manage is more moaning and panting as I quiver and fight not to collapse.
Both his hands move to dig into the round flesh of my ass, mounting me even more firmly on his seeking tongue, and I come undone again. Lights flash in my eyes, blinding me as I shake and struggle to hold my body up.
The sensations are like nothing I’ve ever imagined. No man has ever put his mouth on me. I’ve never had an orgasm except by my own hand and nothing like this. Whatever I did to myself before today was the starter kit of orgasms and Garrett has graduated me to pro-league in a matter of minutes.
I flash back to ‘the talk’ my mother had with me. Whispered as she sat on the edge of my bed, the day I got my period when I was thirteen. It was all hushed and ashamed.
With Garrett, I feel like I can let myself go for the first time. My experience in the romance department is limited but the usual fumbling, rushed moments of my past don’t even seem like the same thing.
Garrett made me feel such a desire in a matter of days it has let something wild loose inside of me. Maybe it’s being out here; maybe it’s the way he looked at me, like I was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
Or maybe I’m just high on the air here. All I know is I’ve never felt like this, and I never want it to end.
Another orgasm and I can no longer hold myself up. My torso falls to the blanket as I take heavy breaths, struggling to keep a grip on reality. I try to remember the practical, focused girl I was before I arrived here at the Big Sky ranch and fell headlong into the blue eyes of the sexy cowboy.
“Please,” I manage to say. “I have to breathe.”
It’s true. There’s a belt around my chest; I’m close to hyperventilating. I can’t get oxygen into my burning lungs.
He licks me slowly now. Calming me with his mouth as I pant and draw a deep breath, my arousal floating on the breeze and mist from the creek.
As I come down from my high, angst replaces the pleasure for an instant.
What the hell am I doing?
Out here with this man I barely know, feeling things that put my heart at risk. My life isn’t here; it’s back in New York, with my work and all the places it will take me.
I shake away the worry, not wanting to ruin whatever this is, but the niggling doubt about my choice to tumble headlong into a man with whom I have nothing in common stows away in the back of my mind for later. Garrett's hands guide me down onto the blanket on my back. His massive frame is caged over me, and I reach up to feel the solid muscle of his chest as he looks down.
His mouth takes mine, and I kiss him back, tasting the pleasure he’s just given me. I want to remember this moment forever.
“I want more.” I sigh into our kiss.
His mouth answers, his tongue winding around mine; then his lips are taken away, his face shadowed by the sun.
“I do too. I want a lot more, but not here. You’ve given me more pleasure than I’ve ever known. That’s enough for me for now. Knowing I’ve been able to make you call out my name, you made me cum in my pants, sweet filly. I haven’t done that since the eighth grade.”
I fail at holding back the giggle. “Big, tough cowboy losing control.”
“Uh huh. Get used to it. You’ve got a lasso wrapped around me, but make no mistake, I’m in charge.” His words are even and deep, and they make my body shiver.
I’ve always been the independent one. The girl that can take care of herself and her business. I never thought I’d quiver at a man that told me he was in charge…but God, the way Garrett says things, I believe I could take a place kneeling at his feet and somehow feel content. Like I’m precious to him, not beneath him.
His mouth is back on mine, his tongue pressing open my lips, and I reach up and clasp my arms around his neck, my fingers tugging at his hair.
Like I’m a doll, he lifts me up and against him, flipping us over so he’s under me, my open sex riding on the fabric over that unbelievable erection, and our eyes connect.
His hands come to cup my breasts, rolling my hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger as I reach down and run my palms over the hewn squares of his pectoral muscles.
Rocking me back and forth on his hips, I feel that thick length, and my core tightens.
“God.” I let my head fall back and look up at the sky, the pleasure already building
He drops one hand, fingertips tracing down from my breast, around my ribs, and down the center of my back to flatten just above my ass. He presses and releases with the motion of our hips, grinding me into him.
“That’s it. Do you realize how beautiful you are?” A rumble comes from his chest. “I want to see you cum again. I could watch you like this forever.”
He toys with my nipple as I drop my eyes to see him looking at me with such lust.