Page 25 of Hawt Cowboy
I rub my hands up and down her torso, landing on her breasts. “You are perfect in every way.”
I glance at the tub which is three-quarters full of water and grab her hand. “C’mon, let’s get wet.”
Still holding her hand, I guide her into the water. She sighs, letting her head fall back against the rim. Her skin flushes under the heat, a pink that climbs her throat and cheeks, pupils blown wide as she stares at me.
Unzipping my jeans, I ease them off and then the underwear. My cock is ready like a missile finding its target. Legs spread, I stroke it a couple of times and she’s still watching me, eyes locked on.
I climb in behind her, careful not to slosh water onto the marble, and settle her between my legs. She rests against my chest and the feel of us together in the water is a sensation that makes me exhale all the day’s tension.
My hands drift down her arms, her waist, settling on her hips like they belong there.
“You good?” I whisper, lips tracing her temple, waiting for her to answer.
She hums deep in her throat. “You don’t play fair.”
I smile, nuzzling the wet hair off her neck. “Never claimed I did, darlin’.”
She turns in my arms just enough to find my mouth again. She raises both arms over her head, reaching behind my neck.
The soap smells sweet, but citrusy. I lather up and begin with her arms which she still has raised, like I’m her personal recliner. I know she can feel the hardness of me beneath her ass and I wonder what she’s thinking. I could die in this moment and not even feel cheated.
The window over the tub is cracked open. I can hear the low hum of crickets, the distant snort of a horse, the hush of wind in the grass. The moon’s up now, and it throws pale stripesacross the floor, painting Savannah’s bare shoulders in silver. I can’t stop touching her breasts, pulling and pinching her nipples while I listen to her moan softly.
She’s not ashamed of anything anymore. Her hips roll against me, slick with bathwater and need. I love that she’s turned on and I slip my hand down, under the water, between her thighs. I find her clit and circle slow, putting pressure into each movement. Her arms finally lower, bracing herself as she arches sharply.
“God,” she says, the word more breath than sound.
“That’s not my name,” I tell her, grinning into her neck, and she laughs again even as she gasps, the sound breaking up into a whimper when I rub harder.
She’s not shy about what she wants. She bucks up into my hand, and I let her, feeding off her every sound. Her hands are on my thighs now, clutching hard enough to bruise. She tilts her head back, eyes closed, mouth slack, every inch of her open and honest and so goddamn beautiful it hurts to look at her.
I keep my fingers working, feeling her clench around me, loving the way she lets go, not just of her body but of all the stuff she keeps locked up tight — the 'shouldn'ts' and 'can'ts,' the fear and the doubt. She gives me all of it, every last shudder. When she comes, it’s a silent, shudder, violent and perfect, her whole body tightening under my hand. She cries out, head thrown back, the sound bright and clean in the spacious bathroom. I keep her there, riding the aftershocks, holding her together.
She sags against me, spent and glowing, and for a long minute all I can do is breathe her in, the smell of her skin and sweat and the sweet soap. My arms tuck in around her, cradling her tight, and I kiss her hair, her cheek, the top of her ear.
She laughs, a slow, lazy sound, and pushes off my thighs, turning her body around to face me. She moves my legs together and straddles me, coming in close for a kiss. She hesitates andlooks me straight in the eyes and there are no words needed. She’s falling for me, just like I’ve fallen for her.
Savannah kisses my jaw, my cheekbone, my mouth, slow and grateful, like she doesn’t want to miss a single inch. “That was …” she starts, but I cut her off with a kiss, gentle this time, just lips and breath and the slow glide of her tongue.
I reach out stroking her breasts, massaging them and tapering my fingers to the point where her nipples stand at attention. I raise one to my mouth and suck hard, flicking my tongue over and she begins to heat up once more. She’s ravenous now, mouth devouring mine, hips grinding against my cock in the hot water like she’s got a score to settle. I’m dying for her, so hard it aches, but I want this to last. I want to learn every way she likes it, every way she falls apart. I want to draw it out until we both come undone.
It’s a standoff—her hands braced against my chest, her hips shifting until I nearly lose what’s left of my control. She’s slick and hot and grinding on me like she invented the motion. I grip her ass and pull her tight, letting her feel all of me, and I want her to know exactly what she’s doing.
Her mouth finds my ear and she bites, just a little, and I groan, wrapping my arms around her waist. “You want me, Savvy?” I whisper, letting the need rumble through my chest. “You want me inside you right now?”
She nods, eyes locked on mine, and I know there’s no point in waiting. I guide her with both hands, steady and sure, lining her up and letting her take me slow. She slides down, heat and tightness swallowing me, and the stretch of it makes us both gasp loud. She rocks forward, moaning as she sinks herself down and takes every inch. The feeling nearly kills me. I have to grip the rim of the tub to keep from thrusting up and losing my mind. She moves slow at first, savoring it, and every heartbeat of that tight, wet heat around my cock is a new kind of heaven. Everytime her hips come down, I see stars. She’s got her hands on my shoulders, nails in my skin, and her eyes never leave mine. We’re both panting, and the water is sloshing up and over the sides, but neither one of us cares.
“Fuck, Cash ,” she gasps. “You feel so good …” She breaks off, grinding harder, her head falling forward onto my shoulder. I can’t tell if I’m moaning or if it’s her, or both of us, but it doesn’t matter. The friction, the heat, the water, the velvet squeeze of her body—every sensation blurring together until I’m not sure where I end and she begins.
She rides me, slow at first, then faster, chasing the rhythm her body wants. My hands drift from her hips to her waist, up to her breasts again, and I watch her — really watch her—face flushed, her mouth parted in pure, shameless pleasure. She’s fucking glorious like this, all the ice melted and nothing left but the raw, wild heat underneath. I can feel her getting close again, the way her thighs clamp and her nails bite deeper into my shoulders, and I want her to let go, to come for me so hard she can’t see straight.
We’re both so close. There’s a tension building as her body locks up, trembling in my hands, and she lets out a cry. She clings to me, riding out every aftershock, and I feel her pulse snap and skitter around my cock, her thighs squeezing, her whole body shaking as she comes again. I never want this to end. I want her to know I can bring her here, again and again, every time she lets me inside. But I lose all control, sliding into an abyss of pleasure with her. I’m shaking. I’m shouting. I’m losing my damn mind as I hit that edge, and she buries her face in my neck so her cry is just for me. I hold her as she writhes and shudders, and when my eyes roll back and the finish rips through me, it’s a total loss. My vision whites out and my grip leaves marks on her skin, and we’re both making noises no one’s ever heard before.
The water is everywhere -- sloshed up onto the marble with puddles on the floor. Savannah collapses into me, breathless and trembling. I stroke her back, her hair, just holding her, and for once in my life I don’t want to be anywhere, or anyone else.
She laughs, shaky and joy-drunk, drops her head to my shoulder, and we’re both helpless to stop the laughter that spills out. It’s giddy and stupid and a little hysterical, echoing off the walls like we just got away with something no one else in the world would ever understand.
“Savvy, you slayed me just now. But no matter how much I don’t want to let you go, this water’s turning cold and I’ve got a mess to mop up on the marble floor.”
