Page 17 of Dirty-Talking Cowboy
She tasted like heaven.
Sweet and musky and so damn responsive that I had to grip her hips to keep her still while I worked her with my tongue. She was writhing beneath me, those soft thighs trembling on either side of my head, her hands fisted in my hair like she couldn’t decide if she wanted to pull me closer or push me away.
“Rhett—I can’t—it’s too much—”
“You can,” I said against her pussy, the vibration making her gasp. “And you will. I’m going to make you come on my tongue, Maggie. I’m going to drink every drop when you do.”
I went back to work, circling her clit with the flat of my tongue before sucking it into my mouth. She cried out, her back arching off the bed, and I held her down, kept her exactly where I wanted her while I devoured her like a man starving.
And I was starving. For her taste, her sounds, the way she fell apart so beautifully when I gave her pleasure. I’d been with women before, plenty of them, but none of them had ever responded like this. Like every touch was brand new, like every sensation was more than she could handle.
Because for her, it was. She was a virgin in every sense of the word, and knowing I was the first man to taste her, to touchher like this, to make her come—it made something roar to life inside me.
Mine. She was mine. And I was going to make damn sure she knew it.
I slid two fingers inside her, feeling how tight she was, how hot and wet, and groaned against her flesh. “Fuck, you’re so tight. So perfect. Can you feel my fingers inside you? Can you feel how you’re gripping them?”
A sharp pull on my hair was my answer.
“That’s going to be my cock soon. Inside you. I’m going to fill this pretty pussy so full you won’t be able to think straight.” I curled my fingers, found that spot inside her that made her entire body jolt. “I’m going to fuck you until you’re begging me to stop. And then I’m going to fuck you some more.”
She was close again, I could feel it in the way her muscles clenched around my fingers, the way her breathing had gone ragged and desperate. I doubled my efforts, tongue and fingers working in tandem, pushing her higher and higher until she broke.
She came with a cry that was almost a scream, her whole body going rigid before the waves hit her. I worked her through it, gentler now, letting her ride it out while I tasted every bit of her release.
When she finally went limp beneath me, I pressed a soft kiss to her inner thigh and crawled back up her body. She looked thoroughly debauched—hair wild, lips swollen, eyes dazed with pleasure—and I’d never seen anything more beautiful in my life.
“You still with me?” I asked, brushing her hair back from her face.
“I think so.” Her voice was hoarse, wrecked. “That was—I didn’t know what that was.”
“I know.” I kissed her softly, letting her taste herself on my lips. “But we’re not done yet.”
“We’re not?” She gave a slight smile, like she couldn’t believe what was happening.
“Not even close.” I stood up, started unbuttoning my shirt. “I’ve made you come twice now. But the main event is still coming, and I need you to tell me you’re ready for it.”
She watched me strip off my shirt, her gaze tracking over my chest and abs with an appreciation that made my cock throb. I’d kept myself in good shape—ranch work demanded it—but the way she was looking at me made me feel like a god.
“I’m ready,” she whispered.
“Are you sure? Because once I’m inside you, Maggie, once I’ve had you like that, there’s no going back. You’ll be mine. Completely. Understand?”
She nodded, then seemed to remember I wanted words. “Yes. I understand. I want this. I want you.”
“Good girl.” I stripped off my jeans and boxers, and watched her eyes go wide when she saw my cock for the first time. “Don’t look so scared. I’ll fit. It might hurt at first, but I’ll make it good for you. I promise.”
I grabbed a condom from the nightstand, rolled it on with hands that were steadier than I felt. Every instinct I had was screaming at me to just take her, to bury myself inside her and claim her hard and fast. But I wouldn’t. Not for her first time. She deserved better than that.
I settled between her thighs again, the head of my cock nudging against her entrance, and braced my weight on my forearms. “Look at me. I want to see your face when I take you.”
Her eyes locked on mine, dark and trusting and so full of want it made my chest tight.
“Deep breath,” I said, and began to push inside.
She was so tight I had to grit my teeth to keep from coming right then and there. Hot and slick and gripping me like a vise, her body resisting the intrusion even as it pulled me deeper. Iwatched her face, saw the moment discomfort flickered across it, and stopped.
“Breathe through it,” I murmured, staying perfectly still even though it was killing me. “Let your body adjust. I’ve got you.”
