Page 65 of A Rancher's Bride
A happy hum rumbled at her back. “So fucking sexy.”
Oh lordy.
His hand slid between her legs and cupped her sex, and the noise of approval got louder. “You’re wet, Kelli. I can feel it through your panties.”
He pressed a finger against the fabric and teased between her folds. White lightning struck as he made deliberate contact with her clit.
Luke slid one of her shoulder straps off the dress, and the fabric folded in on itself far enough to leave her breast exposed. “God damn. If I’d known you were mostly naked under this, we would’ve left the room hours ago.”
“Anticipation is part of the fun,” she teased, wiggling her hips a little harder as she reached back to press a hand over his cock. Squeezing the thick length in her hand.
He pushed aside the gusset of her panties and slid a finger inside. Teasing in and out, just enough sensation to get her body craving more.
Two fingers, now, a little deeper. Kelli widened her stance, clutching his wrist as he worked.
His left hand slid across her chest, palm cradling her naked breast. Lifting and squeezing, hands moving in unison until she wanted desperately to strip everything away and use the enormous bed beside them.
He wouldn’t let her retreat. He pushed two fingers deep then stood motionless, locking her in place as she wiggled. “I need you,” he warned. “Need to put my cock in you.” His fingers pulled out then thrust in again. “Deep inside so you can squeeze the hell out of me.”
She pushed against him. “Yes.”
His hands vanished, and she whimpered like a puppy abandoned alone in the barn.
But he was moving, reaching between them to unzip and pull his cock free. Covering his shaft with a condom and catching hold of her again as he anchored her against his body with his left hand.
He pulled up the skirt in the back and pushed aside her underwear, and then his cock was at her sex and he was sliding in even as he stared at her face in the reflection before them.
OhGod, it felt good.
It felt impossible, his thick length so much more imposing from this angle. He held her high enough her toes barely touched the ground as he bent his knees and thrust the rest of the way in.
“Luke.” The word shot from her as she clutched his wrist. He left her unable to do anything except experience. Feel.
Revel in the pleasure he was forcing on her body.
The reflection was dirty enough to make her wild without even trying. But as he pumped into her, so hard that her breasts bounced, his fingers slid over her until he made contact again with her clit.
“Look at us,” he ordered. “God damn, look atyou. You’re perfection, pushing back as if you can’t get enough of my cock. Like an angel who’s been teasing until the devil has come out to fuck you hard.”
She moaned, the precipice right there in front of her, between his relentless strokes and the dirty talk.
“Harder,” she demanded. “Do it.”
Luke lost it. With a roar, he twisted on the spot and planted her belly down on the bed. Her legs hung toward the floor, her body pressed to the mattress. He put his hand in the middle of her back, pinned her in place and let his hips fly. Faster now, spearing deep, his thickness spreading her, tugging the lips of her sex on every drive.
The mattress bounced, and his fingers clutched her hips hard enough to keep her right where she needed to be as an orgasm rolled in and swept her away.
“Luke…”
He slammed against her, body covering her like a stallion over a mare as he put his mouth against her neck and damn near bit down.
Aftershocks continued to roll as he came. His cock jerked within her. The fabric of his pants rubbed her naked thighs. Their bodies rocked, breathing erratic. For long minutes after they were done the mattress kept shaking.
He released part of his weight, trapping her, as if he were imprinting himself on her.
Meanwhile, Kelli was storing up every possible memory. At some point magical moments always came to an end, but until the final second she wasn’t letting any of it go unappreciated.
“That was damn dirty, and very much appreciated,” she whispered.
