Page 32 of Let Her Buck

He chuckles again and suddenly flips me onto the blanket with a guttural groan, covering my body with his. “You know what you do to me, sweetheart?”

“What?” I tease, craning my neck to give him better access.

“You wreck me,” he breathes, his lips brushing against mine. “And I never wanna recover.”

His kiss is slow at first, savoring me, like he’s relearning every curve and sigh. But soon it deepens, his hunger rising like a tide. He pulls my dress up inch by inch, barring my thighs, my hips, my waist. His hands are reverent, worshipful.

“I want to see you,” he murmurs.

I sit up just enough for him to slip the dress over my head, leaving me bare beneath him, the night air cool on my skin. The sun is fully set now, the stars watching. His gaze darkens, hot and possessive, and then he lowers his head, brushing his lipsdown my collarbone, across the swell of my breast, pausing to suck gently, drawing a moan from deep in my throat.

“You always taste like heaven,” he says, voice thick with a consuming need.

His mouth travels lower, his lips closing over my aching nipple. He suckles, gently at first, teasing the other with his thumb and forefinger, and then he continues to tease me, making me arch, beg, tremble. His mouth trails down my stomach until his lips find the sensitive spot between my thighs and close over my clit, his wet tongue sliding sensuously into me.

I buck beneath him, letting out a helpless cry as my back lifts off the roof tiles and the stars blur into streaks of light.

“West…” I gasp, fisting my hands in his hair, “please…”

He groans like the sound of my voice is pain and pleasure in one. Then he slides a finger inside me and I lose it. I cling to him, breathless, as he begins to fuck me with his finger, slowly at first, then faster until I fall apart beneath him.

“I love you,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my clit. “I love you so much, Laney.”

“I love you too, Weston,” I whisper as my climax hits like a wave crashing over me, sudden and sharp and so good it hurts. And when I fall, I fall into him. He holds me tight, whispering my name like a prayer.

“God, that was good,” I say, my hand already sliding between us, running over his pulsing length through his jeans. “Now, I think I’m ready to ride the bull.”

He lets out a tight hiss, his hands sliding down my back to my ass cheeks. “Damn, girl…you’ll be the death of me.”

“And you’ll always be the best ride of my life,” I whisper.

He quickly sheds his clothes and lies back on the blanket. I move to straddle him, and he gazes up at my naked body in adoration. His cock rests hot and heavy against the slick folds of my sex, and I grind against him, teasing him, teasing us both. My clit throbs with anticipation.

A breeze brushes against my naked body and I gaze for a moment at the view from up here. The first time I rode West cowgirl style on this rooftop, I told him it felt like I was flying. It still does.

“Ride me, darlin’,” West says, bucking his hips slightly and making me gasp as his cock slides against my clit.

I grin down at my husband. The center of my world.

I lift my hips slightly until his tip slides right to my entrance. And then I sink down slowly, loving the feeling of him stretching me. His hands grip my ass cheeks, lifting me into each slow, powerful roll of his hips.

A wave of pleasure arcs through me, and I gasp, my nipples hard and tight. I slide my hands up the firm plane of his chest, the dusting of hair across his skin teasing me, driving me wild. I start to move faster, desperate for the deep, relentless thrust of him inside me.

My nails drag down his chest, from shoulder to waist. He groans low in his throat, his head tilting back, face twisted in raw, aching pleasure.

“Again,” he orders roughly, voice gone hoarse.

Surging down, I press my teeth to his chest, just over his heart, biting down until he hisses. His muscles quiver beneath me, but he doesn’t stop me. He takes it, continuing to thrust up into me.

The emotions rushing through me are too much…love and lust, longing and anticipation. Maybe a little bit of fear.

The decision to start a family doesn’t come without doubts of its own, but one thing I’m sure of is that West will be with me every step of the way. Maybe that’s why my emotions are so heightened in this moment.

I want to devour him. Mark him. Make him feel everything I’m feeling. Every ache, every pulse.

I soothe the mark with my tongue, and he bucks his hips, thrusting harder and deeper than before. I cry out at the feeling of fullness.

“My turn,” he whispers, dark heat curling around every word.

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