Page 64 of Rough Ride with the Grumpy Cowboy
“Deeply,” I affirm with a nod.
“Good, because I love you even more,” she grins, before reattaching our lips, the kiss getting heated as she digs her nails into my hair.
I kneel between her legs, my hands on her hips, feeling her bare smooth skin where her dress has ridden up. I put some distance between us as I lift one of her legs onto my thigh to help her with her boots. I take them off one by one, removing her socks as well.
“Never thought I’d find feet pretty,” I say to myself as I massage her soles.
“Zane,” she moans and curls her toes as I begin to kiss a trail up her bare legs.
“Shhh,” I murmur against the soft skin of her thighs.
When I get to the valley between her legs, I run my nose over the damp spot on her lace panties. “So wet,” I groan when her scent washes over me.
She falls back on the bed, her hands fisted tight on the sheets. I hook my thumbs on the waistband of her panties and take them off. They slide off her legs before I reposition myself. I lift her legs up to rest on the bed as I make room for myself to access where I need her.
Her lower pink lips invite me in, and like a moth to a flame, I dive in, my tongue darting out to taste her. She groans, her back arching off the bed when I make contact. I graze the tip of my tongue over her clit before delving lower to her opening.
“You taste divine,” I rasp out, lapping up her juices like a thirsty dog to water.
“Zane, please,” she begs, her fingers weaving into my hair to guide my pace.
I usually like taking control, but since today is all about her, I let her use me for her own pleasure as she rides my face, chasing her orgasm. She moves her hips in a rhythmic motion while I roll circles on her with my tongue, switching it up with brushing motions every so often.
“Don’t stop,” she chokes out when I begin fucking her with my tongue and flicking her clit with my thumb.
I maintain the same pace, and it has the desired effect as she comes with a scream, digging her nails into my scalp.
“Fuck!” she heaves as her body convulses with an orgasm for a few prolonged seconds.
When she loosens her legs around my head, I lift myself up, kissing a path up her body until my mouth finds hers.
“See? You taste good,” I murmur, shoving my tongue into her mouth.
She kisses me back harder, matching my energy as her legs fall apart to make room for me. I hike her dress up and pull it over her head before flipping her around so that her back is to my front. I unhook her bra, and she does the rest, taking it off and tossing it away.
“Exquisite,” I compliment as I run my knuckles over her spine.
Her back arches into my touch, making me smile.
I take off my clothes as well before joining her back on the bed, laying on her but being careful not to crush her with my weight. I push her hair to the side and kiss her neck, leaving a couple of hickeys.
My lips forge a path down her back until I get to her ass. “So perfect,” I praise as I knead her fleshy globes.
My fingers trail lower until I find her dripping pussy. I push one of my fingers into her, loving how she takes me in. I add another, stretching her out to prepare her for me. When she starts dripping onto her thigh, I know she’s ready, so I pull her up and put a pillow under her stomach to make things easier for her.
I rub the tip of my cock on her vulva, all my senses coming alive as I slowly push forward until I’m fully buried inside her. When my whole length successfully disappears inside her, I take a moment to soak in this euphoric feeling before I start moving.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I grunt as her walls clench around me like a warm, wet fist.
I grip onto her hips to support myself as I begin moving in and out of her. I allow her a moment to adjust to my size before I let go, abandoning all restraint. I grab a fistful of her hair and pull her back, using my other hand to play with her breasts.
Ava was made for me, shown by how we perfectly fit together. Now I just need to find a way to make our relationship permanent since we’ve already confessed our feelings for each other.
Her walls clamp tighter around me, and I realize I cannot hold on for much longer, so I lower one of my hands to play with her clit. Her moans get louder, my strokes get faster as we trigger each other’s orgasms, falling off the deep end together.
“Fuck,” I cry out as I empty myself in her before pulling out and dropping next to her.
“I love you,” I whisper, cupping her face to kiss her.
