Page 19 of Tattooed Cowboy
Good, her mind whispers, until the part of me above my cock hits her abs, sucking and kneading her soft skin. She gasps, and I pull back, chuckling under my breath.
“Whatisthat?”
My hand comes up. I spit on my thumb, sliding it between us to circle her clit. “Goes here,” I say, my lips an inch from hers. “Let’s me take you as you take me.” At least, this much I know. She moans, hips inching toward me. Her heat entrances me, the perfume of her arousal almost too much to bear.
“Wait, what?” Her eyes round, thick lips dropping open.
“Does it scare you?” I ask, trying not to grin.
“Not at all. Makes you perfect for me. Like we were made for this.”
I nod. “You’ll see. But first, I need to taste more of you.” My mouth covers her again, diving in as my other hand slides up her inviting inner thighs, savoring the feel of her silky flesh.
Her legs part, and I slide a finger inside, wincing at her heat and tightness. I can feel the stretch, the mixture of bliss and pain as I find her pleasure spot, tug at it with a curious finger. She moans, head lolling back. I repeat the action, and she shudders beneath me. My mouth returns to her nipples, feathering her flesh in hot kisses until the need draws me lower.
Her throb rushes through me, the pull of my finger a slow unwinding. Each stroke is a slickening as my thumb swirls around her until her thoughts urge me between her legs.
The first swipe of my tongue brings her hips off the blankets. I follow it with a long draw, then a pulse. I add a second finger, discomfort mixing with urgent pleasure as my cock goes so hard I feel like my whole body will explode. She gasps, body shivering with anticipation.
Later, my Starlight and I will have to practice psychic boundaries, how to put enough space between our pleasure so we don’t dissolve around each other’s bliss. But now, I revel in the overload.
Everything turns to hum and frequency as I lap and tease her, wet velvet drawing her closer and closer as my fingers ready her for more. A hot gush of heat hits my thigh as I come, unable to hold back. My release rushes through her, shared heat and need, burgeoning, overflowing.
Then, I’m hard again, ready to take her as her walls grip and suck my fingers, my tongue pushing her over the edge. She spasms and shatters around me, body flying heavenward, taking mine with her. I pull out, lick my fingers clean, savoring the flavor of my mate. Better than any taste to every hit my tongue.
“I want to spend hours with my face between your legs,” I sigh, mouth covering hers. Tasting her taste herself. Toomuch, enough to stop hearts, bind souls as I slide into her. I inch in slowly, pain searing through me with each thrust. Her hands grip my back, fingernails gouging. Somehow, sharing the discomfort helps.
Her body rounds around me, breath escaping in hot pants as I go deeper, again and again, making her mine. I suck the pain inward, try to take it from her, though I don’t know if such a thing exists—the bond forbidden, rarely discussed.
When I’m finally seated inside her—all the way—my body finds hers, sealing the bond forever. Sucking and teasing her clit, flooding her with pleasure from another world, locking her hard against me. She screams, hips bucking, breath explosive.
My rhythm is slow and consuming, each thrust drawing another cry, her body shaking as pleasure rolls through her in waves, crashing into me.
We break together, tumbling through space, breaths intermingling, kisses hot and knowing. I fill her as she fills me; we are the same pulse.
Afterward, we lie tangled, breathing the same air. Her hands trace the glow of my skin as I feather her face in kisses.
“Mine,” I repeat—not possession but promise.
Before I can wonder how deep she feels this bond, she answers.Mine too,the thought drifts back—not claim, but recognition.
The hum lingers but softer now—inside us, woven, certain.
We can’t undo this, a brush of thought against her mind, my hand pushing a lock of raven hair off her cheek.
“Would you want to?” she murmurs.
Never, whispered from my mind to hers.
She lifts my hand, kisses each calloused finger.
Gold spills across the cabin, soft and human again.
Her pulse steadies beneath my palm, a drum I’ve chased my whole life and finally found. The hum lives inside us now—quiet, sure.
I tuck a blanket around our bodies, skin to skin beneath its rough warmth. The firelight dances across her glowing skin as I fall in love with her all over again.
Her laughter spills, light as wind in pine, caressing memories from my youth. Our minds brush, no barriers now. She tastes the thought before I can hide it.
