Page 122 of Sassy Love
His jaw feathers. I take my hands from his warm hold and wrap them around his jaw. This is affecting him as much as it is me.
I search his gaze and find a mix of need and vulnerability.
Oh.
I huff a sound that’s halfway to relief.
Trust.
That’s what he asked for.
So that’s what I’m going to try to give him. Along with everything else he needs. I drag his mouth down to mine, letting my lips brush his as I say, “I’ve never done this before, but I really want to with you, Cowboy.”
He chuckles, dotting a brief kiss to my lips. “Me too, Princess.”
“Now that we settled that... I’m collecting on those orgasms, Lawson Rawlins.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
His hand travels into my hair, wrapping it around his fist. He tugs my head back, and a heartbeat passes before he slams into me with a darkened gaze.
I’m clawing at his shoulders, unable to stop myself. Hell, it’s as if he’s unraveling me from the inside. It’s addictive. It’s bliss.
My breasts bounce with every thundering thrust.
Earning me the agonized expression now growing on his face. God I could come just watching this man annihilate my body with his.
As if on cue, he sweeps a thumb over my clit. “Come for me, baby. Now.”
I shatter on the next exhale, moans tumbling from my lips.
“God, fuck. You have no idea what you do to me when you come around my damn cock, Carlie.”
I couldn’t respond even if I wanted to.
Drowning in his words and in the full length of him as he seats himself deep, I can only stare at him as he scoops my pliant body from the counter and heads back to the bedroom.
“Where are we going?” The question is redundant. Completely. Because what do I care? But if I don’t say something, do something, I’m likely to fall apart.
I amnotgoing to be that girl. The one who cries during the best sex of her fucking life.
“We’re not done yet, baby.”
He sits on the bed, up by the headboard, and leans onto it, his arms falling by his sides. “Save a horse, darlin’.”
It takes a hot minute for me to gauge his meaning. When I do, I can’t help but decide to take a little of the control back. Irise on my knees, letting his cock fall away. Our groans tangle as we both cope with the loss. I spin around and plant my knees on either side of his hips. Pulling my hair over my shoulder, I look back.
Slowly, ever so slowly, I lower onto his hard length. Holding his gaze, I wait until I’m fully seated before whispering, “This what you want, Laws?”
“Fuck yes. You gotta move.”
He’s desperate for me to move, judging by the way his hands knead my ass, willing me to rise.
And I do.
Excruciatingly slowly.
His head falls back onto the headboard, and a smile fueled by pure satisfaction blooms over my face.
