Page 70 of Home Hearts Hooves

“Now that there’s a beautiful thing,” he says.

“What is?”

“You between my legs.”

My cheeks burn as he reaches for the hem of my shirt, and I help lift it all the way up over my head and toss it to the floor and then I make a start unbuttoning his shirt, but it’s like my fingers won’t work and it takes three attempts to get the first undone.

“Are these like sewn in place,” I ask, going for the second.

“How about this then?” he asks sitting up as I shift back, sitting on my heels between his legs and then he pulls it up and off and throws it to the side. The moonlight is streaming in from the open windows that overlook the ranch and I’m surrounded by his sweet woody scent, more than ever before.

My gaze sweeps over his chest. His muscles are perfectly defined, his skin golden from decades under the sun, and there’s a scar on his stomach where the soft hairs no longer grow. I wonder how he got that? My whole body is on fire, nerves swirling like flames fed by the sight of him. I sweep my thumb over the soft skin of the scar, then slide my hands all the way up his body and over his pecks.

“You’re perfect,” I whisper, leaning in to run my tongue over his sweat-glistened skin, but I pause when I spot two tiny freckles above his right nipple that look just like a vampire bite. If I were a vampire, I know I’d be unable to resist the draw of him, I’m human, and it’s taking every inch of my control to not ravage him right here and now.

“I want to kiss you so bad, come up here,” he begs, and I glance up through my lashes, then wrap my mouth around his hard nipple and suck.

“Urgh, fuck that’s good,” he groans, and his hand comes up to grip the back of my neck, only this time it’s distinctly different. This time the sound urges me on, and I swirl my tongue over the vampire bite before sucking his nipple into my mouth again. His large hands grip my arms and he pulls me up, my lips coming off with a pop before he pulls me back down toward him and he kisses me hard, his tongue fighting mine for control, desperate, needy, and fucking delicious. Urging him back onto the bed, my body blankets his, and my hard cock presses against him.

I moan into his mouth. His other hand slides down my back and past the waist of my pants to grab my ass and he lifts his hips.

“Oh, fuck, that’s good,” I moan, breaking our kiss and moving my mouth along his clean-shaven jaw, the slightest scruff prickles my lips like soft pinpricks as I go. I kiss down his neck, all the while grinding my throbbing cock, it aching, begging to be set free.

I push back onto my knees again. “I think the pants need to go.”

A blush rises to his cheeks and I climb over his good leg and grab the waist of his dark gray sweats and pull them down. His hard thick cock set free to slap against his stomach.

“Much better,” I say taking them all the way off over his good leg first then carefully take them past his booted leg too. “The sweatpants were a great idea.”

I climb back between his legs and slide my palm up over his balls before I give them a soft squeeze.

“Hmm,” he moans, eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

“You like that, huh?”

“Oh yeah, everything you do to me is so good.”

“How about this?” I ask and I grip his cock and give it a long slow stroke.

“So good,” he breathes, propping one hand behind his head making the muscles of his arm bulge. I pump his cock, making his dark eyes flutter. His length hardening with every stroke. His chest moves faster, matching the pace as my cock throbs and begs to be free so while working him in one hand I go to slide my other down the front of my pants when he stops me

“Wait,” he says, and I freeze mid-stroke.

“I can’t see you properly if you’re all the way down there,” he says, licking his lips.

“Well, we can’t have that now can we,” I reply and I climb off the bed again. “Fast or slow?”

“Slow,” he replies, leaning back on his hands and I unbutton the waist of my cargo pants and pull down the fly. He licks his lips in a way that makes my cock pulse drawing his gaze. “Very, very slow.”

“As you wish.”

I start to inch my pants and underwear down together, his lustful stare following my every move.

“Is this slow enough?”

“Perfect, but don’t stop now.”

I turn my back and look over my shoulder at him. His eyes sweep over my back and it’s incredible being looked at in the way he’s watching me now. He wants me. I can see it in his eyes, in the way he’s leaning a little forward, feeling the same magnetic pull I feel when I’m near him.

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