Page 27 of Cowboy

Once he sat on the edge of the bed, she stepped back and slowly unbuttoned her own jeans. He wanted to reach for her, to take over and undress her inch by inch, but held back. Ava shimmied her hips as she pushed the thick cloth down off them. Cowboy’s mouth watered. He had to bite back a groan when he noticed she’d caught her panties with her jeans as she’d shed them. For a moment, he wished she’d left them on. He wanted to see her in them, but when she revealed herself to him, a groan escaped anyway. She stood naked in front of him, with a boldness he hadn’t expected from her. It made him proud as hell that she felt secure enough to bare herself to him.

Ava stepped out of her jeans and closed the distance between them. With one hand on his chest, she pushed him back until he was lying on the bed, staring up at her and wondering what she would do next.

She gazed at him for a moment, letting her gaze roam down his body and back up again, when it met his, she climbed up onto the bed, one knee on either side of his hips. She hesitated a moment, as if unsure what to do next but her reserve didn’t last long. She bent and kissed him again, lightly at first, but it didn’t take her long to regain her momentum. Her hands roamed down his body and her knees bent until she all but sat in his lap. While there was no pressure, and only the occasional brush of skin against his underwear, he felt the heat coming from her core where it hovered right above his cock.

Ava broke the kiss and trailed small kisses and gentle love bites down his neck and torso. Cowboy wanted to grab her hips and pull her down against him. To grind that tempting heat against his cock and let her know just what she did to him. No, she would get there eventually. He just had to hold on until then. He ran his hands up her back, then down, let his elbows drop to the bed as his finger skimmed around to her belly, then slowly moved up. She’d long since taken off her shirt and given what they were in the middle of, he hoped she wouldn’t be offended as he moved his hands up to cup her breasts.

The soft mounds filled his hands, he wanted to lean up and take the tips into his mouth but couldn’t with her swirling her tongue down his abdomen. Instead, he let his head fall back against the bedspread and teased her nipples with his thumbs while he gently kneaded her tits.

Ava set her teeth into the skin at his hip and bit down. He hoped that meant she liked what he was doing, that it was doing things for her. The way she worked her way down his body was doing things for him. His dick throbbed as he thought about where she was headed and the idea of her mouth on his cock nearly had him coming then and there. His mind flashed back to when he’d been in the shower, imagining her on her knees, his cock in her mouth.

Holy shit, he needed to think about something else.

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Ava hoped she was doing this right. She loved the way Cowboy’s hands felt on her body, but other than a few groans, she hadn’t gotten any reaction from him as she’d used her mouth to work her way down his body.

When she reached the waistband of his underwear she hesitated. Hank had never let her do this to him. She knew most men seemed to like it, some begged for it, and she’d always wondered what it was like, but where did she go from here?

She ran her hand over his underwear, along the length of his erection, marveling for a moment how something could change so much.

“Um, Angel?” Cowboys voice had gone rough and breathy.

“Yeah?” She stayed bent low over his groin and looked up at him through her lashes.

“As much as I’m enjoying what you’re doing, we need to pull out one of those condoms, and I’d prefer not to come in your mouth the first time, which I will if you go much farther where you’re headed.”

She didn’t say anything, just continued to watch him.

“What I’d really love is if you’d let me wrap it up, then you would come up here and ride me.”

Heat washed through her body at his words. The image of her kneeling astride him, her back arched and her own hands toying with her breasts flashed through her mind.

“Ride you? You’d let me do that?”

“I’d let you do nearly anything you want. I’d love to see you ride me.” His green eyes had darkened to a deep emerald and his thumbs flicked across her nipples sending a frisson of pleasure through her.

She sat up, then leaned toward the still open table drawer to pull out the box of condoms. She wanted to whimper as her movements pulled her breasts out of his reach.

Box in hand she fumbled with it, trying to open the plastic seal wrapped around the box. After a moment she growled, bit the plastic, and ripped it off. She didn’t bother trying to open the box neatly, instead ripped the top off and pulled out a string of foil-wrapped sheaths. She dropped the string on the bed beside Cowboy and shoved the box onto the table.

By the time she’d turned back to Cowboy, he’d picked up the string, ripped one off and torn it open. He lifted his hips, shoved his boxer briefs down to where her legs rested on either side of his, and was unrolling the condom down his length.

As she watched him, trepidation filled her anew. She’d only ever been with Hank, who had sworn his manhood was large, but Cowboy’s was bigger. She had no doubt it would fit, but she wondered if it might hurt as she stretched to fit him.

He finished with the condom then lay back and curled his fingers at her in a come-hither motion. Ava couldn’t help the smile that curved her lips as she put her hands on his stomach and let them slide up his body as she leaned forward. She teased his nipples a moment, laving first one then the other with her tongue, before she crawled up his body, noticing how his erection slide along her skin as she moved, until they were face to face and his dick was lined up with her opening.

She kissed him again, letting the heat that always built between them wash away her inhibitions. Then she rocked back until he was pressed against her core and sat upright, letting her weight push her down over him. As she moved, she let her hands slide down his torso, then pulled them up her thighs and continued up her own torso. She cupped her own breasts for a moment before lightly pinching her nipples. A whimper escaped her throat as her hips met his. She was a little surprised there was no pain, but also filled with elation.

“God you’re beautiful.” Cowboy’s hands came to rest on her thighs as she lifted herself up a couple inches, then sank back down over him once more. It took her a moment to find a rhythm, and only a couple moments longer to realize it wasn’t her hands she wanted on her breasts, but his. She picked up his hands from where they rested on her thighs and brough them to her breasts.

When he covered them, squeezing then tweaking her nipples as if he knew exactly what she needed. Sensation overwhelmed her. Her body seemed to clench and a feeling she didn’t recall having ever felt before washed through her. She bit her bottom lip to keep from begging for more as her toes curled. Ava let her head fall back but kept moving. Whatever that feeling filling her body was, she needed more.

Cowboy’s thumb on her chin made her straighten and look at him, her hips still rocking against his.

“Don’t hold it in, Angel. I want to hear every gasp and moan.”

“I don’t know if I can do that,” she said, barely able to get the words out between breaths.

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