Page 31 of Special Delivery Cowboy
The angle was steep, tight. We both made sounds of pleasure.
I started to move, riding him with slow rolls. His grip helped guide me, pulling me down harder.
"That's it," he said. "Take what you want."
I picked up the pace. One hand slipped between us, finding my clit, rubbing in circles while I moved.
"I'm close."
"Come for me."
His fingers pressed harder and I shattered, crying out, water splashing everywhere. He thrust up through my release, then followed with a groan.
We stayed like that, both gasping, until the heat became too much.
"Inside?" TJ suggested.
"Inside."
We hurried back into the cabin, wrapped in robes. Twinkle gave us a knowing look from the couch.
"Shower?" TJ said. "Rinse off the chlorine?"
"Together?"
"If you want."
I grabbed his hand and led him upstairs.
The master bathroom shower was ridiculous—a two-person rain shower with multiple jets. TJ turned on the water, testing the temperature.
We stepped under the spray. Hot water cascaded from multiple directions. I tipped my head back, letting it wash away the chlorine.
When I opened my eyes, TJ was watching me.
"What?"
"Just memorizing this."
"We have time," I said, but my voice wavered.
He stepped closer, backing me against the tile. "Then let's make the most of it."
He kissed me—slower this time, more exploratory. His touch mapped my body. I traced the muscles of his chest, the ridges of his abs.
He turned me to face the wall. "Hands on the tile."
I braced myself. Water streamed down my back. His soapy hands washed my shoulders, my back, down to my hips—slow and sensual.
When he cupped my breasts from behind, I moaned.
"Sensitive?"
"Yes."
He played with my nipples until I was squirming, then his fingers moved lower. Between my thighs.
"Spread your legs."
