Page 46 of Rough Cowboy
Enough talking.
I capture her lips with mine. When her mouth parts, my tongue sweeps inside. She’s delicious—a mix of cheesy sweetness and fruity rosé. I swallow her small sweet moaning sounds before I pull back and gently nibble on her lower lip.
Elsie’s never been shy about expressing herself. My hand cups her breast and she lets out a moan of encouragement. My thumb grazes the tight bud of her nipple. Her head leans back as I place urgent kisses down her throat and palm her breasts. I give each one equal attention.
Rubbing.
Squeezing.
Pinching.
My arms wrap around her back, and I draw her torso out of the water. My mouth latches onto her breast, bubbles and all. I suck and nibble, feasting as she trembles beneath me and begs for more.
Elsie’s nails dig into my shoulders, and I know she’ll leave scratch marks. My teeth scrape against the tender bud of her other breast. I feel her quiver.
My hand moves between us. Her baby bump is new. It stops me for a second, and reminds me she’s not the woman she once was. It’s not a bad thing, but I have to be aware. Alert.
“Not there.” She tries to push my hand away.
I look up at her. “Don’t shy away from me.”
“It’s different now. I’m different.” I don’t like how quickly she’s gone from pleasure to fear.
“That’s alright.” I cup her face. “It’s not lost on me that you’re pregnant with my brother’s baby.” Her eyes skitter away from me before meeting my gaze again. “Els, never feel ashamed or awkward with me. You’re beautiful. You will always be beautiful no matter how your body changes.”
“You say that now.”
“I mean it. I mean every last word.” I press my flat hand against her middle.
Her breath hitches and her body stiffens.
“You okay?”
She nods.
“It’s hard, soft, and squishy.”
She laughs. “I would find this more awkward if you were the only person fondling my stomach. But I believe Rita has officially touched it more than you.”
“I love a good challenge.”
She laughs again. “Why are you being so nice?”
“Am I not normally nice?”
“You’re an asshole.”
“To you?”
She licks her lips and sighs. “Yes. And you’re nice, but not like this. Not so sensitive.”
“Do you want me to be rough? I can be rough. Of course, we’re in the tub, so maybe we should take it to the bed. Then I’ll be rough. But not rough hurt the baby, and not even rough hurt you. Not that I normally hurt you, except for spankings. You like those. Do you think I can still spank you?”
She’s grinning at me. “Cowboy, touch my clit. I’m throbbing to the point of pain.”
I oblige and dip my fingers into her moisture. “You’re so damn wet,” I growl, loving her slickness. I explore the moist skin before I bring my finger to her tiny pearl of arousal. I love the way she gasps-the way I know she’s going to gasp. I make small circles.
I slide into her, and she tightens around me, ready for me. I slide another finger in, stretching her, and she thrusts against me.
