Page 14 of My Apocalypse Cowboy
I cross to him and kiss him hard.
This time I don't pull away. I don't need more time. I don't need anything except his hands on me and the confirmation that we're both alive.
He responds instantly, backing me against the hay bales. I tear at his shirt, needing skin. He yanks mine over my head and his mouth is on my neck, my shoulder, moving lower.
Then he's kissing down my stomach, my hip, spreading my thighs wide.
"Need to taste you," he says, voice rough. "Been thinking about this for too long."
"Yes."
His tongue drags through my folds and I nearly come off the hay. He groans against me like I'm the best thing he's ever tasted, then gets to work in earnest.
No teasing. No building. Just his mouth on my clit, his tongue circling and flicking while two thick fingers push inside me. Thestretch makes me gasp. I haven’t been touched like this since before the world went to hell.
"Jesus, you're so wet," he growls against me. "So fucking perfect."
He pumps his fingers while his mouth works my clit, and the dual sensation is devastating. I'm already close, thighs shaking, hands fisted in his hair.
"Joseph, I'm—"
"Come for me," he orders, and sucks hard.
I shatter. My whole body convulses as the orgasm rips through me, and he doesn't stop—keeps licking, keeps fingering me through it until I'm gasping and oversensitive.
When he finally pulls back, his beard is wet and his eyes are dark with hunger. He strips out of his jeans and I get my first look at him fully naked. Broad chest, narrow hips, thick muscular thighs.
And his cock, wow, his cock is gorgeous. Thick and hard and already leaking. He pushes inside slowly and the stretch is intense. He's thick, even thicker than I expected, and I have to breathe through it as he works himself deeper.
"Fuck," he groans when he's fully seated. "You're so tight. So perfect." He starts slow, long deep strokes that make me feel every inch of him. But I need more. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and his control snaps.
The pace turns brutal. Hard and fast and desperate, three weeks of tension finally exploding. The hay scratches my back and I don't care. The barn fills with the wet sounds of our bodies and our gasps and I don't care.
"Touch yourself," he orders, voice strained. "I want to feel you come on my cock."
I slide my hand between us, fingers finding my clit. The added sensation makes me cry out.
"That's it," he growls. "Let me feel it."
The orgasm builds fast and fierce. When it hits, I clench around him so hard he spasms, his rhythm faltering. My inner walls pulse around his thickness as pleasure crashes through me.
"Fuck, Rebecca." He thrusts twice more and follows me over with a groan, spilling hot inside me.
We collapse together, both breathing hard, sweat cooling on our skin.
"I'm staying," I say against his shoulder.
He pulls back to look at me, eyes searching. "What?"
"I'm staying. Not just for the next few weeks. Permanently."
He kisses me deep, and I feel him already starting to harden inside me. "Good," he says, rolling us so I'm on top. His hands grip my hips. "Because I'm nowhere near done with you yet."
I sit up, taking him deeper, and we both groan at the angle. From here I can see all of him—his broad chest, the muscles of his stomach, the place where we're joined.
"Ride me," he orders, hands guiding my hips. "Show me you're mine."
I do. Start slowly, lifting up until just the head of his cock is inside me, then sinking back down. The friction is perfect. His hands on my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples, make it better.
