Page 18 of Dirty-Talking Cowboy
She nodded, her hands gripping my shoulders, nails digging in. I waited, patient despite the need clawing at me, until I felt her relax slightly beneath me.
“More,” she whispered. “I can take more.”
I pushed deeper, inch by inch, until I was fully seated inside her. The feeling was indescribable—being buried in her heat, feeling her pulse around me, knowing I was the first and would be the only one who’d ever have her like this.
“How do you feel?” I asked, my voice strained.
“Full.” She shifted her hips experimentally, and we both groaned. “So full. Is it—does it always feel like this?”
“No.” I pulled back slightly, pushed back in, starting a slow rhythm. “It’s never felt like this. Not for me. You feel perfect, Maggie. Like you were made for my cock.”
I started to move in earnest then, slow deep strokes that had her gasping beneath me. Her legs came up to wrap around my waist, changing the angle, and I hit something inside her that made her cry out.
“Right there?” I angled my hips to hit that spot again. “That’s your G-spot, sweetheart. That’s what’s going to make you come all over my cock while I fill you up.”
I pushed in deeper.
“Rhett—it’s so much—”
“You can take it. You can take all of me.” I increased my pace slightly, still keeping it controlled, still making sure she was with me every step. “That’s it. Take my cock like a good girl. Show me how much you want it.”
Her nails raked down my back, and the slight pain mixed with pleasure made me thrust harder. She met me stroke for stroke, rolling her hips in a rhythm that was instinctive and perfect, and I knew she was close again.
“Touch yourself,” I commanded. “Rub your clit while I fuck you. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
She hesitated for just a second, then her hand slipped between us, and the moment her fingers found her clit, she clenched around me so tight I had to take a deep breath to stop my own release.
“That’s it. Just like that. Make yourself come while I’m inside you. Show me how good I make you feel.”
It only took a few more strokes before she shattered, her pussy clamping down on me in rhythmic pulses that dragged my own orgasm out of me. I thrust deep and held there, groaning her name as I came harder than I could ever remember.
When the waves finally subsided, I collapsed beside her, pulling her into my arms and holding her close while we both caught our breath.
“You okay?” I asked when I could form words again.
“Better than okay.” She sounded dazed, satisfied. “That was—I can’t even describe it.”
“Good. Because we’re doing it again later.” I pressed a kiss to her temple, then carefully withdrew and dealt with the condom. “Stay right here. I’ll be back.”
I went to the bathroom, cleaned up, then came back with a warm washcloth. She looked surprised when I gently cleaned between her thighs, taking care of her. Bastard that I was, my cock grew hard again seeing the evidence of innocence.
“What are you doing?” she asked softly.
“Taking care of you.” I tossed the washcloth aside and climbed back into bed, pulling her against my chest. “You’regoing to be sore tomorrow. Might even be sore tonight. But that’s normal for your first time.”
She was quiet for a moment. “Will we...do it again? Tonight?”
“Do you want to?” I kissed the top of her head. “Because I’m not going to push you, Maggie. What we just did—that was intense. You might need time to recover.”
“I don’t want time.” She tilted her head back to look at me, and there was heat in her eyes despite the exhaustion. “I want more. I want everything.”
My cock throbbed, but I kept myself in check. “We’ve got time. All the time in the world. No need to rush.”
“You said you wanted me twice more before sunrise,” she reminded me, a hint of sass creeping back into her voice.
I grinned. “I did say that, didn’t I?”
“You did. So either you were all talk, or—”
