Page 19 of My Apocalypse Cowboy
"Remember what I said that first day?" His voice is rough against my ear. "About having time to do it right?"
"I remember."
"We've got time now."
"We do."
"But this is where it started." He backs me toward the hay bales. "Seems right to finish it here."
I don't argue. Just pull him down with me.
This time there's no urgency. He takes his time stripping away my clothes, his mouth following his hands. When he closes his lips around my nipple, I arch with a gasp.
"So fucking beautiful," he murmurs against my skin.
His hand slides between my thighs, finding me already wet. When his fingers stroke through my folds, I moan.
"Always so ready for me," he says, working me with slow deliberate circles. "Love how wet you get."
He pushes two fingers inside and I cry out. He pumps them while his thumb finds my clit, and I'm already close.
"Not yet," he says, pulling his hand away. "Want to taste you first."
He settles between my thighs and puts his mouth on me. His tongue drags through my folds, circling my clit, then he's licking and sucking like I'm his favorite meal.
When he pushes his fingers back inside while his mouth works my clit, I come apart. The orgasm crashes through me and he doesn't stop—keeps licking, keeps fingering me until I'm shaking and gasping his name.
"Love watching you come," he says, moving up my body. "Could do that all day."
He strips out of his clothes and I get a moment to appreciate him fully naked—all hard muscle and controlled strength. His cock is thick and ready, and I reach for him.
"Need you inside me," I say.
He settles between my thighs and pushes in slowly. We both groan at the stretch, the fullness.
"Fuck, you feel perfect," he says, starting to move.
The rhythm is slow and deep, each stroke deliberate. He's taking his time, making sure I feel every inch of him. His hand finds my breast, thumb circling my nipple while he moves inside me.
"Harder," I gasp.
He responds immediately, picking up the pace. The angle changes and suddenly he's hitting that perfect spot with every thrust.
"Right there," I moan. "Don't stop—"
"Not stopping." His voice is strained. "Touch yourself. 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. "Come for me."
The orgasm builds fast and fierce. When it hits, I clench around him, my whole body convulsing. He thrusts twice more and follows with a groan, spilling hot inside me.
We collapse together in the hay, both breathing hard.
"So when do you want to get married?" I ask when I can speak again.
"Tomorrow."
