Page 63 of A Cowboy's Bride
“Penis, then. Cock. Dick. I want yours inside me.” She clamped down on his fingers, and this time he cursed.
“Be careful what you wish for,” he warned.
“Put up or shut up,” she taunted back.
He reached into the tub, and Petra found herself airborne. She clutched his neck as he marched to the bedroom, dripping water everywhere.
Aiden dropped her on the bed and shoved his jeans off his hips. He sat on the mattress hard enough that she bounced, his hands guiding her over his lap. One knee on either side of his hips, her butt resting on his thighs.
Stretching to the side table, Aiden snatched up a condom and rolled it over his thick cock, Petra doing her best to help.
Every brush of her fingers made him curse softly. His breath came in ragged gasps, and as he caught up her hips and levered her over him, his face turned serious. “Yes?”
Hellyes. Petra notched his cock into position then sank down one slow inch at a time.
Finally.
His fingers on her hips tightened, and he closed his eyes briefly. “So fucking good.”
“Agree.” But full—so full she needed a minute to adjust.
Good thing she had something else to enjoy at the same time. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him.
He might have fuckedup royally by caving, but with Petra’s heat wrapped around him and her tongue in his mouth, Aiden’s give a damn was busted.
He squeezed her ass, enjoying the give of her curves. When he nipped her lower lip and she pulled her lips away with a gasp, he savoured his way along her jaw line to the sweet spot on her neck that made her squirm.
“Fuck yeah. Rub yourself against me. So fucking hot.” Aiden bit her neck lightly, rocking his hips and moving inside her the slightest bit.
Petra let her head fall back, fingernails digging into the tops of his shoulders. “Sweet mother of pearl.”
He shouldn’t find it so funny, considering the waves of pleasure rocking through him should’ve been enough to keep his mind fully on the here and now. But still… “I think I need to see how many swearwords I can get you to say.”
She snapped her head up and smiled evilly. “Is that a challenge?”
He was about to answer with some cocky bullshit when she lifted up, dragging that sweet pussy of hers over sensitive skin and making his mind go foggy.
When she dropped in place, thighs smacking into his, Aiden cursed.
The bed bounced slightly, and Petra’s smile went downright demonic. She rose and fell, setting a pace that sent his tongue tripping over itself, the heat of their bodies meshing as he turned the air blue.
“Touch me,” Petra demanded, grabbing hold of his wrists and bringing them to her breasts. Aiden held on as Petra did the work, driving him deep over and over until he was holding onto his control by a thread.
Her face was tight, right on the edge of pleasure and pain, and Aiden dropped a hand between them and caught hold of her clit. She gasped as he gave it a squeeze, dropping one more time and digging her nails into his skin as she writhed over him.
Her pussy tightened around his cock, and Aiden once again caught hold of her hips, thrusting up as high as possible while holding her against him.
Petra wrapped her arms around him, clinging tightly as waves of pressure enveloped his cock…
A sharp snap sounded. The mattress tipped, dropping in place as Aiden scrambled to catch their balance before they were flattened like a pancake.
“What the—” Petra clutched him tighter, but Aiden caught them in time. He sat on the edge of the mattress, legs straight in front of him on the floor with her still skewered on his cock.
They were two feet lower than they’d started, wooden splinters from the support base of the bed scattered at his feet.
Petra glanced around before leaning in and kissing him. Sweet and self-assured and with a hint of mischief. A final nip sank into his lip before she grinned into his face. “I can’t believe we did that.”
“I’m glad we did that.” He bumped his nose into hers, and an aftershock sent her squirming against him briefly. “The bed’s still under warranty.”
