Page 37 of A Cowboy's Twinkling Lights Lasso
FLORA
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I REACH FOR his belt. My pulse quickens with every second that passes. The metal cools my fingers, and the clink sparks a thrill through my veins. His buckle doesn’t open.
He grins down at me, a wild mix of impatience and desire. “Need some help?” With one swift motion, he shoves his pants to his ankles.
Lord, I wish there was more light to soak up his sight.
“That’s better,” I tease, taking his shaft in my hand. He’s bigger than I remember. And so hard his cock twitches.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” His fingers wrap around my wrist. “You do that, and I’m good as done.”
I giggle as I shimmy my panties from under my derrière. The cold picnic table bites my ass.
He catches my panties at my knees and slides them down my legs.
When his mouth touches my thigh, I buckle. “Thorn, I’m already so close.” I dig my nails into his bare shoulders. “If you kiss me down there, l, I don’t think...” My words trail off when his mouth presses hot kisses against my inner thighs.
“Just a taste,” he promises.
I gasp at the first flick of his tongue on the spot that makes me come alive. He lied when he said it was just a taste. He takes his time, exploring and licking me with gentle strokes. Withevery flick and swirl, he coaxes me closer to the edge. He sucks gently on my clit, sending spirals of pleasure racing through my body.
“Thorn, I’m so close—”
“Damn, woman. The way you say my name.” His fingers grip my jaw, and tilt my head upward to meet his mouth.
The spark of dominance and his silent claim makes my breath hitch. I feel his fierce urgency to my core. Mixed with the possibility of anyone catching us at any moment, it is exhilarating and terrifying simultaneously.
He grips my hips and plunges inside me. I gasp at the initial sting mixed with pleasure. I can feel every inch of him, thick and powerful. It sends a rush of adrenaline through my veins.
He pauses, and every nerve in my body tingles. “You okay?” He’s gauging my reaction.
“Yes,” I manage to breathe out, caught between discomfort and an irresistible urge to embrace him fully.
“You’re so damn tight,” he growls with hints of pleasure.
“It’s been a long time,” I rasp.
“How long?”
“Since you.”
“I’ll take it slow.” His grip on my hips is firm but gentle. “I want this to feel good for you.”
He stares down at me like he did when we were young. That caring, loving way always ensuring I was alright, confirming he wasn’t rushing me. The kind of love I haven’t felt since. The kind that I ran away from.
“Where did you go?” His voice presses into my thoughts.
I blink and force a smile, not that it’s difficult. I’m with him, exactly where I always wanted to be.
“Nowhere.”
“You can tell me.”
“I know.” I thrust my hips. “Don’t stop.”
I don’t want to think about the past or what happens between us next. I want to feel in this moment and worry about everything else later.
