Page 55 of A Rancher's Vow
“Glad you approve. I thought we’d go for a documentary this morning.”
The slight frown between his brows was adorable. “Umm, sure.”
She laughed, covering his fingers with hers and helping stroke a few times. “Today we’re learning to ride.”
All concern vanished. “Continue. I’m highly motivated to improve my education.”
She straddled his thighs, taking control of his hands and pressing them to the bed. “Some people like to use a saddle when they ride, but it’s good to know how to give directions with just the smallest of hints from your hands. And mouth. And other body parts.”
She leaned down and kissed his six pack. Slipped her tongue along the edges of the rigid muscles and headed south.
Dustin’s muscles had gone rock solid, his cock rising skyward. “You’re killing me here, Tee.”
A small lick to the head of his cock. “Focus. I hear riding is fun. Also, good exercise.”
“I’m sold. Holyshit—”
She’d taken the head of his cock into her mouth and sucked him deep.
Each long, slow motion over his length brought another gasp or groan, and Charity savoured each one as proof of his pleasure.
“Get up here,” Dustin ordered. “My turn.”
Charity pulled off with a pop and her own happy sigh. She shook her head, though. “You can’t interrupt my lesson like that.”
“It will involve riding, I promise,” Dustin insisted. “You, riding my face.”
He hauled her up, slid down slightly on the bed, and the next thing she knew, he was licking her clit and labia and pussy as if she was an ice cream cone on a hot Sunday afternoon.
One thing was crystal clear after spending time with Dustin. The man didn’t just go down on her because he’d been told he should. The grunts and moans of pleasure rising from him were just as loud now as when it had been her mouth on him. He stroked and licked and teased with such enthusiasm that tingling anticipation pulsed in beat with her heart only minutes later.
“So good.” Charity stroked her fingers through his hair. Perched over him in such an intimate position, she’d have expected embarrassment on some level.
Nope—nothing but the desire to enjoy and give back as much as she was receiving from him.
Charity leaned to the side and nabbed a condom before wiggling back down Dustin’s body. “Got to be sure to ride safely.”
She wasn’t as quick as he was with the condom, but she got it on him, earning a few extra groans in the process. One slight position change lined her up with his length, and she rocked her sex over him. Teasing them both with pressure on her clit and his glans.
Time to get back to the lesson. She met his gaze. “Then you ease on top and get comfy.”
She tilted his cock slightly and slid down. Slowly, an inch at a time, until he was fully buried inside. Everything in her sang with pleasure.
So damn good.
Dustin curled his fingers around her hips, small breaths pulsing out. “You’re doing great.”
Charity leaned over and kissed him. Teeth nipping, tongues tangling, the entire time she squeezed her sex around the thick length of him inside her, thrilling at each moan she pulled from his lips.
“And then, if you get really good, you can ride without using the reins at all. Just a lot of balance and teamwork.”
She sat upright, hands lifted to her breasts. A small hip raise, then drop. Again and again, adjusting the motion until a beat pulsed between them.
“No reins, but lots of touching.” Dustin lifted her hips a little farther and took control. Pulsing upward, he thrust his cock in and out. “Touch yourself, Tee. Play with that pretty little clit for me.”
She reached between her legs, pulling moisture from where he slid into her. A half dozen small circles over her clit were more than enough to push her to the peak.
“Dustin.”
