Page 65 of The Cowgirl's Secret Love
Finn lay flat on his back, legs stretched out. his gaze fixed on Karen. She reached behind her—
“Leave the bra,” he ordered. “That’s my job. You ditch the panties and come straddle me.”
He didn’t think it was possible for her to blush any harder, but she did, which set something inside him boiling. Or maybe it was the way she hooked her thumbs into the thin line of fabric covering each hip and wiggled with a natural grace. The silky scrap slid out of sight to the floor, the dark curls covering her sex a bit of nirvana in the bedroom.
Placing one knee then the other on the mattress, Karen carefully centered herself over his abdomen. “Don’t you do anything to hurt yourself,” she warned.
“When the shoe was on the other foot, I trusted you to let me know if something didn’t feel good,” he reminded her. “Not going to try anything yet that’s too hard and too fast, although the day I get to sink my cock into your sweet pussy can’t come soon enough.”
She licked her lips, breathing heavily.
He gestured her forward. “Closer. I’m not done playing.”
The confusion on her face vanished as soon as she adjusted position. He ran his palms slowly up her torso until his hands cupped her beautiful breasts. A slow circular sweep over the fabric followed by teasing touches of the exposed skin playing peekaboo with his senses.
“Damn if I can figure out how this can be comfortable, but it’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen,” Finn confessed.
“The bra gives me a lot of support.” Her words slid into a soft moan as he rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
“Bet it feels good,” Finn prompted. “When you’re out riding and that silky camisole is rubbing your bare nipples, you ever think about me? About my mouth on you? Sucking and biting until you squirm?”
Karen leaned forward, her breasts all but spilling out of the cups. Inches away from his mouth as if offering them like a sacrifice. “Sometimes. Sometimes I come back home and get myself off in the shower. Just let the water slick over me and dream that it’s you.”
The image was the last straw. Finn undid her bra and stripped it away even as he surrounded one taut peak with his mouth and sucked.
He used his tongue, circling the tender skin until she pushed harder against him. Then it was time to use his teeth, alternating gentle nips with increasing suction. The taste of her was perfect, and he used both hands to press her breasts close enough to alternate from one sensitive tip to the other. She held herself over him, eyes closed, pleasure streaking over her face.
And then it was enough, because it wasn’t nearly enough. Finn reached down and caught her hips, dragging her upward.
Karen grabbed hold of the headboard to balance herself, but he held her tight enough she wasn’t going anywhere.
He pressed a kiss to the apex of her sex. “Damn, I’ve missed this.”
“Me too.” The words were whisper-soft, with a bit of a laughing lilt to them.
Finn met her smiling eyes. “My tongue missed you.”
She opened her mouth to say something, but he wasn’t waiting any longer. He licked through her curls, opening her. Her flavor rushed him, and he lifted her higher to work greedily. Teasing the bundle of nerves that set her hips wiggling.
He dug his fingers into her ass muscles to grind her down on his face. Stabbing his tongue deep, driving her pleasure higher from the sounds escaping her lips.
He slipped his fingers into her sex and concentrated on her clit with his tongue. Moisture bathed his hand as he teased her entrance. Fucking her slowly with his fingers, she rocked against him, drawing closer to the pinnacle.
The only thing he didn’t like about this position was he couldn’t see her face, but for here and now, he would take it. Take the sounds spilling from her lips, the moisture coating his fingers, and then as she came, her body clamping tight and squeezing even as he continued to fuck her through the aftershocks.
He left his fingers buried deep, licking slowly over her folds to feel her quiver. The headboard shook as she clenched down again, every motion of his tongue setting her off again.
“Oh my God, Finn. Slow.Slow.” She breathed out another long gasp, lifting her hips high enough to break contact with his mouth.
He glanced up. Pulled his fingers out partway.
Slowly slid them back in.
Her face contorted as another pulse rocked her. “Oh my God.Oh my God.”
He did it again, and this time she cursed softly. “I’m going to die.”
Finn stilled his hand. Twisted his head enough to press a kiss to the inside of her thigh. She quivered and sighed.
