Page 40 of A Cowboy's Bride
Aiden shifted position, cupping both her breasts and teasing the tips of her nipples with his tongue. He nipped lightly, burning away her resistance and building pleasure until she bucked under him, Needing more. Needing his mouth everywhere.
She thrust her fingers back into his hair and tugged, wordlessly trying to guide him where she wanted him.
He chuckled again, but this time it sounded evil. “Not in charge.”
“Says you,” Petra muttered. She wiggled, slipping down the bed. She kept her eyes closed because now it just amused the hell out of her, but she moved fast enough she flipped him to his back. The element of surprise left her sitting across his thighs, fingers teasing the firm line of his Adonis muscles. “You said something about me not being in charge?”
He caught her hips and tugged her forward. An easy move full of so much power Petra gasped. “You want to play? Then you get to play. But only the way I allow you.”
Petra tilted her head downward. “You notice I've still got my eyes closed.”
“Good. Keep them like that until I tell you otherwise.”
A shiver rolled outward then rebounded to settle deep in her core. “Why does that make me so hot?”
“Stop trying to analyze it, Petra. Just go with the flow.”
He pulled her forward far enough her clit was centred right over the thick ridge of his cock. “Oh.”
“You want to be in control, have at ‘er.” When she didn't move for a second, Aiden's fingers tightened and he tugged, rocking her perfectly over his length. Pleasure swirled and pulsed. “Like that,” he suggested.
She didn't need any more encouragement. Petra eased her knees a little farther apart, pressed her hands to his chest, and tilted her pelvis. The slow glide felt amazing, and she all but heard her body sing with pleasure.
“Oh, yeah. That’s it. Keep that up.”
She rocked again, easing into a rhythm. His breathing kicked up, hers as well. While they weren’t running a marathon, the gasps and ragged breaths escaping the two of them were close.
Aiden teased his fingers over her breasts. The additional layer of sensation ramped up the building need between her legs, and she increased tempo. Pushed harder, digging in her fingernails, the firm planes of his muscular chest giving her something to hold onto while she brought herself closer and closer. The edge hovered rightthere.
“Open your eyes,” Aiden ordered.
She snapped her eyes open and met his gaze, and it happened. Desire exploded outward and she free-fell as the world dropped away. Stars and moons and all that universe stuff swirled as she stared into his laughing eyes.
An aftershock hit, and another, and she moaned, the note long and quavering as it left her throat.
A second later, her back hit the mattress as Aiden rolled them.
Petra didn’t mind one bit. She had no muscles left to support herself in the first place.
Christ,she was beautiful.
Not just dressed up in her well-worn jeans with her hair loose and soft around her shoulders. Not only when teasing him, eyes dancing with amusement.
Both of those made him sit up and take notice but seeing her explode into ecstasy was a goddamn miracle.
She lay sprawled on the bed, hair tousled on his pillow. Eyelids low and expression sated as he slipped two fingers to the second knuckle into her sex and stroked lazily, caressing the front wall of her sex. Drawing out her pleasure for as long as possible.
“That was fun.” Her lips curled up like a cat who’d gotten into the dairy. “So, so, so fucking fun. Fun fucking? Both of them.”
“This I also remember about you.” He stroked again, curling his fingertips just right.
She breathed deep, hips jerking off the mattress. “What?”
The word breathless and barely there.
His lips twitched with amusement. “You get fuck drunk really quick.”
She met his gaze and licked her lips. “Are you saying I'm easy?”
