Page 29 of Dirty-Talking Cowboy
“Baby, you have gotten better. You know what you said to me last week?”
“What?”
“You said, I need you inside me right now, without any prompting. That’s progress.”
“That’s not very dirty though.”
“It was when you said it while we were at the feed store.” His grin was pure sin. “Almost bent you over the truck right there in the parking lot.”
My face heated at the memory. “You did take me home pretty fast after that.”
“Damn right I did. My pregnant wife telling me she needs my cock? I’m not made of stone.” His hands went back to my belly. “Although I thought I’d fucked all the shyness out of you by now.”
I swatted his shoulder. “Apparently not.”
“Well, we’ve got a little time until the baby comes. Plenty of time to practice your dirty talk.” He shifted us both so I was lying back against the pillows, him beside me. “In fact, let’s practice right now.”
“Now?”
“Now.” His hand slid under my shirt—his shirt—and up my stomach to cup my breast. “Tell me what you want.”
I took a deep breath, trying to channel even a fraction of his confidence. “I want you to take my clothes off.”
“Good start. What else?”
“I want you to touch me everywhere.”
“Where specifically?”
“My breasts. My... my pussy.” The word came a little easier this time. “I want your fingers inside me.”
“Fuck, yes.” He was already pulling my shirt off, tossing it aside. “Keep going.”
“I want you to make me come. With your mouth.” I was getting into it now, my body responding to his touch and my own words. “And then I want you inside me. I want to feel your cock filling me up.”
He made quick work of my underwear—the only other thing I was wearing—and settled between my thighs. “Is that... is that good dirty talk?”
“That’s perfect dirty talk.” He kissed me hard. “Now let me show you how much I liked it.”
And he did. Thoroughly. Multiple times.
Later, when we were both sated and I was dozing against his chest, his hand making lazy circles on my belly, he said, “You know what?”
“Hmm?”
“I think you might be even better at dirty talk than I am.”
I cracked one eye open. “You’re just saying that.”
“I’m not. Hearing you say those words in your voice, with that little bit of shyness still there?” He groaned. “Hottest thing ever.”
“I’m pregnant and huge.”
“You’re pregnant and beautiful.” He kissed the top of my head. “You’re carrying my baby, Maggie. Nothing’s sexier than that.”
“You’re biased.”
“Damn right I am. You’re my wife.” His hand splayed possessively over my belly. “My beautiful, sexy, dirty-talking wife who’s giving me a daughter.”
I smiled, snuggling closer. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” A pause. “Now tell me again what you want me to do to you.”
“Rhett! We just—”
“I know. But I like hearing you say it. Come on, baby. Practice makes perfect.”
I laughed, but I told him. And he made good on every single word.
