Page 16 of Stranded with a Bossy Rancher

When we get to the bedroom, I let her legs down, and she slides down my body. I kiss her again, telling myself to take it slowly, but the way her hands roam over my body is making me crazy.

I reach for the hem of her shirt and pull it up her body. Her breathing starts to come out in little pants, and then she sucks in a breath as I rub my hand across her abdomen.

She grabs my hand and tries to remove it from her body, but I don’t let her. I lean down so I can see her face. “Are you okay with this?”

She bites on her lip. “What do you mean?”

Instead of answering her, I try to comfort her. “If this is too fast or if you’re uncomfortable, you can tell me.”

She grabs onto me as if she’s afraid I’m going to walk away from her. “No.” She shakes her head. “It’s not that… but I’m pregnant.”

I smile down at her. “Yeah, I’m aware.”

She blinks. “Well, my body is changing, and it’s not pretty. I mean, the stretchmarks and—”

I cut her off and drop to my knees in front of her. “Show me.”

She tries to back away from me, but I put my hands at her waist to hold her where she’s at. “Show you? No one wants to see that.”

“I do. Show me.”

She hesitates, and I lean forward and press a kiss to her jean-covered belly. “Do you trust me, Cammy?”

She nods. “Yeah, I do.”

With my eyes latched on to hers, I reach for the button of her jeans. I stare into her big brown eyes as I undo the button and then pull the zipper down. I hook a finger into each side of her jeans and tug them down her hips. She helps me by stepping out of them, and she’s standing in front of me in her bra and panties.

I run my hands up her legs, grab the waistband of her panties, and then slide them down her legs too. The whole time, my eyes are trained on hers, and when I lean forward and press a kiss to her belly, she sucks in a breath.

It’s taking everything I have not to devour her with my eyes, but I need her to tell me it’s okay. “Can I look at you?”

She bites her lip and nods her head.

I lean back to take her all in. Her belly is softly rounded, and I see the small stretch marks along her skin. With her legs apart, I inhale the scent of her arousal, and my cock gets even thicker in my jeans. I trace my finger over a faint white line, and then I lean forward and kiss it before running my tongue over it. Over and over, I caress and love the marks on her body as she grips on tomy shoulders, and I can feel her nails through my shirt, digging into my skin.

“Please.” She pleads with me, and I know exactly what she wants.

I run my tongue along her swollen slit, and her body jerks. With her arousal on my tongue, I ask her, “Is that what you want?”

“Yes… more… please.”

I lean in to give her what she wants. I lick, suck, and kiss her until she’s crying out my name. Her body is so responsive, and as I suck on her clit, her hips start to jerk and she’s coming, saying my name.

I’m completely attuned to her, and I’m able to catch her as her legs start to buckle. I position her so she lies down on the bed, and I climb up to stand over top of her. “Are you okay?”

She nods her head as she looks up at me through hooded eyes. Her arm comes up, and she rubs her finger across my lips. “You have me on you.”

I grab on to her hand and lick her fingers, sucking them into my mouth. “I like having you on me.”

She grabs at my shirt. “You have too many clothes on.”

I pull my shirt up over my head and toss it to the chair in the corner. I’m kicking off my boots as I undo my jeans and take them off.

Camille has raised up on her elbows, and where her eyes were drowsy before, they’re now open wide as she stares at me with hunger.

My cock is tenting the front of my shorts, and I pull them out and down before kicking them off my feet.

Her eyes are dilated as she looks at me. “Wow.”

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