Page 27 of Claimed By the Cowboy
She arches into me. “Took you long enough.”
I chuckle against her mouth. “Told you I was pacing myself.”
She buries her face against my neck and licks my skin before catching my earlobe between her teeth and biting down gently.
“Okay. Enough pacing myself,” I say hoarsely, my entire body clenching with need.
Grabbing the hem of my shirt, I yank it over my head, spreading it on the grassy bank beneath the aspen tree. It’s already half-dry from the sun as I place it on the warm grass.
“Down you go, Kitty-Cat.” I easily scoop her up and lay her upon it. Careful not to crush her, I brace myself on one elbow beside her. Her hair fans out, damp and wild from our impromptu dip, and for a beat, I simply look at her. No jokes. No flirting. Just awe.
“You really are something else,” I murmur, plucking a strand of hair from her cheek.
She gazes up at me, wide-eyed andbreathless. “So are you.”
“Off with this.” I tug at her sweater, and she lifts so I can pull it over her head. “Fuck,” I mutter at the sight of her voluptuous breasts encased in white lace. “Finally time to get my greedy hands on you.”
Kitty rolls her eyes, but she’s laughing and squirming, which is a dangerous combination when I’m this far gone.
She arches her back when I reach for the bra clasp. Once I’ve bared her, I simply stare. Her breasts seem to swell for me, as if aching for my hands and mouth. She arches her back, whimpering as her breasts thrust forward as if she were reading the erotic thoughts on my face.
My cock pulses. “You’re a vision, darlin’.”
I peel her damp jeans off her, lifting her to tug them past her ass, leaving her in white lace panties.
Then I stare some more.
“Am I”—her throat bobs as she swallows—“what you were hoping for?”
“So much more, sweetheart,” I rasp, my gaze fixed on her straining nipples.
With a groan, I brace my arms on either side of her waist and lower my head. I press kisses over the mounds of her breasts, circling licks up to her stiff nipples. Her breathing becomes shallow. Christ, this is so much better than the dreams that have woken me for the last ten nights, my cock hard and aching for release.
When I finally drag my tongue over one stiff peak, she cries out, shivering with bliss. She laces her fingers in my hair, tugging my head closer, and earning a fierce growl around the swollen peak. I slip my hand into her panties, and she tenses.
“Relax, darlin’. I won’t hurt you.”
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” she suddenly blurts.
“You’re a virgin?”
Her fiery blush gives me my answer.
I suspected as much. Not that it matters. I’ve had my fair share of women, and it would be hypocritical of me not to expect the same in apartner. Still, I can’t help the selfish thrill at the knowledge that I’m the first to touch her this way.
“I don’t know the rules or what to expect,” she whispers.
I graze the backs of my fingers over her hot cheek, my eyes intent on hers. “When it comes to this—us—there are no rules.”
She nods. “That sounds… good.”
I smile, teasing a finger over the curls of her sex. “You’ve never had a man kiss you here?”
An audible swallow. “No. Am I about to?”
“Oh, yes, darlin’. I’m going to lick you between your thighs until you scream my name.”
Despite my confident words, my hand shakes as I inch my fingers lower to discover her plump folds.Christ, she’s weeping for me. I cup her possessively, and wetness soaks my palm. Her lips part on a moan, and I tremble as I imagine them wrapped around my length. My cock jerks, and a bead of pre-cum oozes from the head.
