Page 22 of Special Delivery Cowboy
"TJ." Her voice was breathy. "Bed. Now."
I picked her up—she squeaked in surprise—and laid her on the bed. She sprawled across the covers, hair fanned out, cheeks flushed, looking like every fantasy I'd never let myself have.
"Just so we're clear," she said as I climbed over her. "I'm on birth control."
"Clean test from six months ago," I replied. "Haven't been with anyone since."
"Good." She pulled me down for a kiss. "Now where were we?"
I kissed my way down her body, taking my time. When I reached the waistband of her panties, I looked up. "Can I?"
"God, yes."
I pulled them down slowly, revealing her completely. She tried to close her legs, suddenly shy.
"Let me see you," I said quietly.
She relaxed, letting her thighs fall open. She was already wet and glistening. My mouth watered.
I kissed the inside of her thigh. She jumped. Kissed higher. She whimpered. When I finally put my mouth on her, she cried out.
She tasted sweet and salty and perfect. I took my time, learning what she liked—flat tongue or pointed, slow or fast, gentle or firm. When I found her clit and sucked, her hips came off the bed.
"Oh god," she gasped. "TJ, I—"
I added a finger, then two, crooking them to find that spot. Her inner walls clamped down.
"That's it, ma'am," I murmured against her. "Come for me."
She shattered, crying out my name, her thighs trembling against my shoulders. I kept my mouth on her, drawing it out, then pressed kisses to her thighs as she came down.
When I crawled back up her body, she looked dazed. "That was..."
"Good?"
"Understatement." She grabbed my face and kissed me, tasting herself on my lips. Then her hand wrapped around my cock and I hissed.
"My turn," she said with a wicked smile.
She pushed me onto my back and kissed her way down my chest, my stomach. When she took me in her mouth, I groaned loud enough to wake the whole valley.
She worked me with enthusiasm, one hand wrapped around the base while her mouth moved over the head. When she tookme deeper, swallowing around me, I had to grip the sheets to keep from losing control.
"Tinsley." My voice was wrecked. "Sweetheart, you have to stop or I'm going to—"
She pulled off with an obscene pop. "Not yet, cowboy. I want you inside me when you come."
"Jesus."
She climbed up my body, straddling my hips. My cock pressed against her slick heat. She rocked against me, teasing us both. Then she sank down slowly, taking me inch by inch. We both groaned as she seated herself fully, her body adjusting to the stretch.
"Okay?" I gripped her hips.
"So okay." She rolled her hips, testing. "So very okay."
We found a rhythm—her rising and falling, me thrusting up to meet her. The firelight played across her skin, making her glow. She braced her hands on my chest, her breasts bouncing with each movement.
"God, you're sexy," I said, unable to stop the words.
