Page 46 of Space Cowgirl: Houston, All Systems Go
“Fuck me.” It’s a demand, because I don’t beg. Although I might make an exception for Holt.
But thankfully Holt isn’t into playing games. One side of his mouth hitches, and the corner of his eyes crinkle.
“Yes, ma’am.”
I swear to John Glenn, those two words make me come. Well, that and the way he steps into the cradle of my thighs, rubbing himself against me while grabbing and twisting my hair in his hands to dominate my dirty mouth with his squeaky-clean one.
Either way, my lower body tenses and my nails dig into his sides and I ride out one of the more intense orgasms in my not-so-limited experience.
Before the heat has fully extinguished from my climax, Holt has his hands under my ass again and he’s striding out of the kitchen, carrying me.
Still groggy from pleasure, I pull back in his arms. “Wait, what?”
“Shhh.” He plants a hard kiss on my forehead. I open my mouth again but he cuts me off.“Don’t worry, I’m still going to fuck you.” The sound of him cursing sends aftershocks through my hoo-ha.“I’m simply not going to risk splinters in that perfect ass of yours when I do it.”
The contrariness of him cursing and acting so gentlemanly has me attacking his mouth again. In a flash, I’m pushed up against the nearest wall and we make out until I’m pretty sure his dick is going to Shawshank out of his pants.
He breaks off the kiss and suddenly, somehow, someway, I find myself wrapped around his back like a spider monkey climbing a tree.
Laughing, I say, “I can walk, you know, cowboy.”
“I know, space cadet, but those pretty pink toes of yours aren’t safe in this construction mess.”
Then he’s maneuvering through the construction minefield and bounding up the stairs.
Shaking my head at such concern, I realize I’m smiling. That I’m genuinely happy, and Holt’s made me that way.
And that I am genuinely getting a piggyback ride to sex.
This couldn’t be more awesome.
But then the soft flannel of his shirt rubs up and down over my sensitive nipples with each of Holt’s steps and I realize that it can. When he crests the top step he isn’t even out of breath, but I am.
Down the hall, past my room, a door is kicked open. I don’t see much else as I’m spinning like a centrifuge. My momentum is impeded by a mattress. Before my body stops bouncing, Holt has me stripped of my pants and panties so I’m basically lying naked starfish-style on his down comforter.
Struggling up on my elbows, I don’t bow to the whims of modesty and close my legs. Forget that. Instead, smile still fully in place, I cock my knees out, widening my exposure.
Holt stares at me, his breathing only now becoming ragged. “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time.”
“You going to think about it some more or do something about it?”
My sweet cowboy doesn’t answer me. Instead, he proves that age-old saying that actions speak louder than words true by dropping to his knees. He wraps his hands around my ankles and slides me to the edge of the bed. His palms slide up my legs, pushing my thighs out even wider.
And then he does something I never in a million years thought Holt West would do.
He talks dirty.
“You have the perfect pussy. So pink and wet.” He leans down, taking a long, deep breath. “Smells so sweet.” I raise up on my elbows to watch as he spreads me open with his thumbs before licking me bottom to top, eyes closed, a reverent look on his face. “Tastes sweet too.”
His lips close around my clit, sucking lightly. Then releasing, then sucking. The point of his tongue circles and delves deep before starting the process all over again. I give up supporting my weight and drop back down on the mattress, letting his reverence wash over me in warm licks, like solar flares tracing through my veins.
The pressure is building again. Bigger, deeper than before. But I feel so empty. I ache inside.
I need to be filled.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Oh. Apparently I said that last part out loud.
