Page 45 of Long Hard Fall

Honey was so generic, but he made it sound like he used it just for her. He snagged a condom from his pocket and rolled it on. One down. She was almost giddy. If he was truly giving her a repeat, they had two more condoms to go through.

He settled over her, forearms on either side of her head. His shaft pressed against her entrance. She tightened her legs around him.

“God, Abbi.” He thrust in with a groan and didn’t stop. “What’d I say. You got me worked up.”

She twined her arms around him and smashed her mouth to his. He set a rapid pace, just like before, and took her hard. Her body was still sensitized from her climax and she was going to hit another peak. She crested like a rollercoaster car and careened into a void of pure ecstasy. There was nothing but her and him and how he made her body feel, and it’d be nothing if he didn’t also make her feel like an extraordinary woman.

She moaned and hollered. He was right. She was noisy. A new trend—she’d never been one to shout before. But her world had never been rocked as hard as this, either. Everything with Cash was so much more, from something as simple as cooking a meal to eardrum-shattering sex.

He tightened, his thrusts shortened, and he grunted out his release while holding her close. Their connection was solid; they finished together. Then he collapsed on top of her, his body making little jerks as his orgasm faded.

She laid little kisses along his jaw and roamed her hands up and down his broad back. “You need to take those pants off because I want a good look at you naked.”

He chuckled softly into her neck, still boneless.

She rolled them onto their sides, but he didn’t stay, getting up to shuck his pants. Before he tossed them, he grabbed another condom and put it on the bed. He rid himself of the first condom and laid back down next to her, snagging the second packet in his fingers.

He was about to rip it open, but she stayed his hand.

“Is this where I get to…?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Then leave that off this time.”

He paused and glanced up, his expression cautiously hopeful. “Are you sure?”

“It’s all right, right?”

Ugh. The STD talk never got less awkward.

He nodded, but still looked like he didn’t want to believe she was willing. “It’s a small town. If someone’s having problems, word gets around and…” He shrugged. “I’ve always used protection. Always.”

“All right then, cowboy, on your back.” She rolled up to her knees and straddled him.

“I go by rancher, or farmer. Not cowboy. The difference is in the hat.”

She fisted his length, fighting her giggles. When had sex been so fun? She was comfortable with him, not doubting herself or just seeking release. She was enjoying this on so many levels.

Taking him into her mouth, she swirled her tongue up and down, tasting his salty spend from earlier. She moaned over him; he rolled his hips up in response. His hands landed in her hair. With her ass in the air, she worked up and down an erection that was as solid as the first time.

“I couldn’t forget this.” His hands tightened. “The way you sucked and licked. Abbi, you— Oh—” He gently lifted her away. “I need to come, but this is the point where you crawled on top of me.”

She snagged the condom and ripped it open. Next time, she was going to finish him. But it seemed important to Cash that they recreate their first night together. And she wanted it, too.

She recalled climbing his body and ever so slowly sinking down on to him. So she did. Her head dropped back and greedily accepted the pleasure that part of him gave her. He cupped her breasts in his hands.

“Now, if you remember,” he drawled, “I lay back and you did all the work.” His thumbs strummed her nipples. She shivered and curved herself into his hands.

“Good try. I clearly recollect how you latched onto my hips and set the pace.”

His eyes hooded, he skimmed his hands down just as she’d described. “Because I loved the way your breasts bounced.”

And they did. He curled up to her. She hugged him closer and he set another pace, this one less frantic. Her breasts bounced against his chest and their tongues danced. She made needy little moans and whimpers that would have been embarrassing, but he was making her body feel too good.

He broke their kiss to sear a path with his lips to her ear.

“You make me so fucking hot, honey.”

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