Page 16 of Roped By the Cowboy
“Yes, baby,” she pants, licking my mouth as she locks her limbs around me. “Come closer. You’re so beautiful this way, Jacob. God, you’re so goddamn beautiful. Don’t stop, it’s so damn good. So…oh, oh, that’s it, I’m coming. Yes, yes, yes, I’m coming, don’t stop!”
Finding her hands as she arches beneath me, her orgasm shaking her body, I pin her arms above her head. I pump harder, but slow down the thrusts, wanting to drag the moment out. This makes her shout, a smile at her lips as she cries my name, making me even harder inside her.
Glancing down, I watch in fascination as her pussy grips me tightly, spasming as she comes hard. Never seen something so hot. It makes me hard all over again and I turn so we’re face toface, hiking her knee up to my ribs. Her cries tell me it’s good, so I start thrusting again, watching her face as we whisper in the dark, sweet, soft, sexy things.
“Jesus you’re beautiful in the firelight, honey,” I rasp, licking her throat, her collar, biting down as she whimpers for me.
Jillian claws at my back, telling me to touch her. Pulling her knee higher, I manage to slip my fingers between us. Rubbing the rough tips at her clit, I love the sounds she gives me, the way she pants my name, how her tightness goes even tighter, all but choking my thrusting dick.
These rough touches stir another orgasm. Hell, it feels good. Jillian teased about me going all night, but she was spot on. I never want to stop. I never want to pull out of her, never want to break the connection. Each time she comes, I just get harder, I just want more, I cannot stop.
Pushing me over, she sits astride me, throwing her golden hair back. As she starts to ride me slowly, grinding against me, I am dealt a whole new level of pleasure. Seeing how her skin glows in the flickering fire, how her full breasts sway as she moves slow, faster, slow again, it’s what wet dreams and filthy fantasies are made of.
“Don’t stop,” I plead, hands kneading her ass, smacking it playfully. Jillian moans, nodding her head as she bounces faster. I smack again and she grinds her hips, rubbing her clit against the base of me. It’s so hot watching her use me this way to chase another orgasm.
“No, I-I can’t. Feel so good inside me. Jacob, please, I…oh, yes!”
Obeying her commands because I would do anything this woman asked, I sit up. I follow her lead, grasping her thighs to help her move on me. We both like this, my arms going tightaround her to lift her. Her tits brush against my chest, her mouth fusing to mine.
There seems to be no end, wave after wave of pleasure riding us both. Jillian comes with her tongue in my mouth, telling me how good it is, how it’s the best thing she’s ever felt. I can’t speak or I would tell her it will always be this good between us.
I am glad I can’t speak because we won’t get always together.
Rage fuels the final moments of our first round of lovemaking. Because I know I will have to let her go. I told myself, told her too, I would be fine with it. It was a lie and we both knew it. I want her here, at this ranch or one like it with the animals I can rescue, her little princess, and us.
Because she says I like to rescue things, but she rescued me.
For so long, I refused to let someone in. After I lost everything I had ever had, why would I open myself up to that again? Jillian showed me it could be worth it. Because she lost everything too, didn’t she? Here she is despite that, laughing, smiling, riding horses again, having a good time because she decided to open herself up.
We come together as I accept this might be enough. It has to be enough. Jillian proves you can let someone in after your heart is torn out. Because her leaving will do that. It will tear my heart right from my chest because she will be taking most of it with her.
Still, I can love with whatever I am left with, can’t I?
Lying in the dark as we murmur in the dark, I want to tell her I love her. Or that I could, at least. That I love her for the time she has given me, and for what she has shown me. It might not be a love you build a life with, but I would disagree. It would be enough to start.
“Jacob,” she whispers softly, brushing her fingers down my face as we cuddle by the fire. “This was beautiful. It was all I could have dreamt of. This time with you.”
“It was. Itishoney. I am so blessed to have a single moment with you. Can we…can we not talk about these moments ending? I want every single moment until they’re gone, Jilly Bean.”
“Yeah, cowboy. Every single moment until they’re gone.”
Spending the rest of the night making love to her--as promised--I cherish every word, every touch, every single moment as our last.
Chapter Ten
Jillian
Saying goodbye is the absolute worst.
Doing it before sunrise on a horse as if escaping a crime is the worst. Untangling myself from an embrace I never wanted to break was hard. Kissing Jacob’s soft lips as tears slip down my cheeks, his soft voice calling my name is even harder. I can hardly do it. Almost snuggle back in his warmth, putting off the inevitable goodbye neither of us want to say.
I get on that horse and ride back to Iron H Ranch, tears blurring my vision. Still, I am smiling as I watch the sunrise over the hills, feeling the cool morning breeze on my skin. It feels wrong leaving him behind, not giving a proper goodbye or thanking him for all he has done for me.
To be honest it feels wrong to leave him at all.
This is not a romance story or a hot rom com where we get the ending we hope for. It is life. Goodbyes happen even if we rather they didn’t. Hurt happens even if we try to avoid it. Growing, changing, accepting new things, trying to welcome new people in is always hard yet always a good thing.
Coming here was no mistake. Even if I feared it would be. Being with Jacob was the best thing I have had in so long. I am alive again, awakened to the truth that you can let go of dreams to start new ones. Dreams have no limit, no end—even if you have to start one all over again.
