Page 21 of The Rancher's Runaway Bride
Relief and joy crash over me, and I pull her into my arms, holding her as tightly as I can without crushing her. “You have no idea how happy you’ve just made me.”
She pulls back just enough to look up at me, her smile soft and full of promise. “I think I do.”
Laying her back on the picnic blanket, my hands push through her hair and I kiss along the crevice of her shoulders,the hollow of her throat. She’s beautiful, ravishing, and all mine. The inner beast wells deep inside me and I have to resist taking her hard, fast, ruthless like my dick craves, but not this time. My girl deserves slow and sensual, I want her to feel my love in every touch and caress.
"Touch yourself for me,” I husk, pulling down her leggings. Her eyes widen and her hands begin to quake with uncertainty. "Show me how you get that delicate pussy off." My heart thuds as I watch her lying there, so much trust to let me have her like this.
"I, I..." She shakes her head and her eyes turn away from me. "I've never done that."
My cock strains against my pants when I realize she is truly pure. Untouched by any man but me, untouched even by herself. She’s a beautiful delicate flower and all mine to cherish and protect.
"My sweet, beautiful girl. Take it slow, like this." I guide her hand with my own down her creamy thighs, dancing our fingertips across the elastic of her panty line. Her breathing quickens and I swear I can nearly see her heart hammering out of her chest. With her eyes soft and trusting, I pull my hand away and urge her on with my gaze. "Slide the pads of your fingers at your clit." My eyes burn with barely contained lust when she does as I instruct. "That's it, nice and slow. Feel that?" She sighs and her eyes fall closed. "Keep going, baby. Keep swirling those fingers until you think you can't take it anymore." Her chest and neck heat an endearing shade of crimson as her orgasm builds in her body. Her nipples peak beneath the soft threads of her thin shirt and I clench my fists at my sides, anxious to finally touch her. But this is important, this is everything.
I groan, my voice trembling with desire, as I reach down and grasp myself. My eyes never leaving her writhing figure, her hair emitting a sweet strawberry scent as it cascades around her. One hand exploring between her legs, the other gripping tightly ontothe blanket. The need for her consumes me. I’ve been longing for the touch and embrace of this woman, and now she’s here. Laid out before me so sweet and soft and beautiful.
"I'm imagining how you’ll feel when you're inside of me," she moans like a prayer, her fingers moving faster on her sensitive bud.
"God, Layla." I can't resist any longer and hover over her, my mouth finding hers in an intense kiss. She feels incredible. So warm. So comforting. She’s my home. I trail kisses along her neck and collarbone before my hands roam up her body and cup her breasts. She’s everything to me and I would lay down my life for her and my boy.
I move lower, tasting the sensitive skin behind her elbows, her wrists. I lick my lips in anticipation and steal a quick glance at her, our eyes locked as I run my tongue along her slit, teasing and sucking on her clit as I reach the end. Her breathing becomes ragged, eyes falling shut with a cry as she starts to rock against me seductively. I suck on her heated flesh, her swollen lips dripping with arousal as her hands push into my hair and she writhes against the flat of my tongue. I suck and savor her, her pussy juices coating my beard and driving me wild with need for her.
Her hips buck and her pants grow shallower as I press one finger inside, feeling the searing hot sensation of her pussy throwing me off balance. My animalistic instincts rage deep in my gut as I suck in another breath and kiss my way up her neck. Our lips meet in slow, languid strokes as I add another finger. She arches and yelps before settling into a slow rhythm, accompanied by soft moans.
"You taste so sweet," I say, pulling my fingers from her body and bringing them to my mouth. I relish the flavor of her before working the zipper down on my jeans. Her eyes dart to my powerful thighs hovering over her bare body, then back upto meet my gaze. Her warm chocolate pools lock with mine and it nearly undoes me. She clasps her creamy thighs around my waist, pushing the waistband of my pants past my hips and down my legs. I kick them off one leg at a time and return to her, our skin now touching.
"Absolutely perfect," I murmur as I line my heavy cock with her entrance. "I can't wait to be inside you again." My thick length drags up her slit, making sure to rub against her clit which sends her body into a series of minor quakes that makes a rogue grin lift my lips. "So sensitive. God, I love that about you." I stroke again. "Every touch and you're so wet for me." My voice lowers another octave. "Just for me."
Layla's sharp fingernails dig into my shoulder blades as I speak, and with each pass of my cock, she seems to work up more momentum, her hips tipping against mine, grinding and grating, chasing sweet release.
"Do you want me, baby?" I husk at her earlobe.
"God, yes..." she hisses when I thrust quickly,
"I can’t stop thinking about you—every damn night I dream of your taste on my lips,” I hum, enjoying teasing and savoring her. I kiss her slowly, tasting her tongue and twisting it with mine as one hand roams her supple body, the other holding me caged above her, unwilling to let her go. Finally, I have her.
This moment is the only evidence I need. She is mine.
My patience severs with that thought and my hips begin to move in slow, tantalizing rhythm once her grip relaxes at my shoulders and her hips follow my lead. I grasp one of her calves and wrap it around my waist, anxious to feel her all up and down my body. I need her naked and against me, all of me, now.
With both of her legs wrapped around my waist, her ankles locking above my bare ass as I hold her head in my hands and move slowly, trying to contain the raging beast that wants to unleash hell on her sweet body.
I groan. "You feel so damn good. I can't go slow for much longer."
“Please, more.” She pushes her hands into my wayward hair and catches my eyes. “I want all of you.”
My heart speeds with her words and my mind fritzes. Could she be any more perfect? Was she brought to my doorstep by God himself to please me? An angel or a devil, or a small mix of both, I’m sure.
“Layla–Layla–” I repeat her name like a prayer as my hips take on a more sporadic rhythm and I feel her body relaxing into me, allowing me to push farther, deeper, longer. “Jesus.” I choke on the word as I bottom out inside her, holding myself still as long jets of cum coat her walls. My heart pumps and my breathing racks. I hold still, feeling the quakes in my thighs down to the tips of my fingers buried in her dark waves.
“Cal, we didn’t talk about this last time, but I’m not on birth control,” she finally whispers, and instead of sending me running for the hills, my heart fucking rattles in my chest with hope and joy.
“Well, that’s an interesting turn of events, isn’t it?” I grin as I collapse onto her body, my head tucked against her neck. A mess of dark waves flips as she turns away from me.
“Hey–” I place a sweet kiss across her lips, “look at me.” She does, and I see warmth and love swirling there. “I like me inside you.” I kiss her again reverently. “Don’t ever doubt that. Whatever happens, this is all that matters. These moments between you and I are all I ever want.”
Chapter Eleven
Layla
