Page 38 of Special Delivery Cowboy
I finally slid inside her, and we both groaned. She was hot and slick and perfect, her body welcoming me like I belonged there.
"Move," she demanded, nails digging into my shoulders.
"Bossy," I echoed her earlier word.
"You like it."
I did. I gave her what she wanted—deep, slow thrusts that had both of us gasping. The massage oil made everything slick,our bodies sliding together with barely any friction. I hooked her knee over my hip, changing the angle, going deeper.
"Yes," she breathed. "Just like that."
I lost track of time. Could've been minutes or hours, just the two of us moving together, finding a rhythm that felt like it'd been there all along. When I felt her start to tighten around me, I reached between us, working her clit in tight circles.
"Come with me," I said against her mouth. "Want to feel you."
She came with a broken cry, and I followed her over, burying my face in her neck as I spilled inside her.
We collapsed together, both gasping, skin slick with sweat and oil.
"Holy hell," she gasped.
"Yeah."
She laughed, the sound breathless. "We're not done yet, are we?"
I lifted my head to look at her. "Not even close."
I pulled out despite her protest, kissing away her complaints. Rolled off the bed and grabbed the gift basket again.
"What are you—" She stopped when she saw what I was holding. "TJ, you can't be serious."
The vibrator hummed to life in my hand. "You said you wanted this to be different from last night. I'm just getting creative."
"That's one word for it."
I climbed back onto the bed, running the vibrator over her collarbone, between her breasts, watching her nipples tighten. "Tell me if you want me to stop."
"Don't you dare," she breathed.
I took my time with it. Traced the vibrator down her stomach, over her hip bones, along her inner thighs. Everywhereexcept where she wanted it most. She was squirming within minutes, trying to angle her hips to get more contact.
"TJ, please, I need—"
I pressed it against her clit, and she nearly came off the bed again.
"Fuck!"
"That's the idea." I worked her with it, paying attention to what made her gasp, what made her moan. When I slid two fingers inside her while keeping the vibrator on her clit, she screamed.
"Oh god, oh god, I'm gonna—"
"Do it. Give me another one."
She came hard, inner walls clamping down on my fingers, whole body shaking. I gentled the vibration, drawing it out until she was pushing my hand away, over-sensitive.
Then I tossed the toy aside and slid back inside her in one thrust.
"Jesus, TJ—"
