Page 15 of Her Steamy Cowboy

I push forward slowly, groaning as her tight heat envelops me inch by excruciating inch. I pause when I feel her barrier, my heart thundering in my chest.

"This might hurt a bit," I warn her, brushing my lips over hers. "But I promise it will feel so good after. Hold onto me, baby."

She links her arms around my neck, her breath coming in short puffs against my jaw. With a final push, I breach her barrier, sheathing myself fully inside her wet heat.

Lindsay gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders as she adjusts to the stretch. I hold myself still, peppering her face with soft kisses, murmuring words of praise.

"You feel incredible, baby," I groan, nuzzling her neck. "So tight, so perfect. Like you were made just for me."

Lindsay relaxes around me, her inner muscles gripping me like a velvet glove. I start to move, slow and shallow at first, allowing her to get used to the sensation. She whimpers, lifting her hips to meet my gentle thrusts.

"More, Jace," she pleads breathlessly. "I need you to move.”

I oblige happily, picking up my pace. My hips piston faster, driving into her again and again as I relish the feeling of her silky walls caressing my length. The room fills with the erotic sounds of our coupling—the slap of skin against skin, our mingled panting, the wet squelch of her arousal with each plunge.

"I feel so full," Lindsay moans, rocking up to meet me thrust for thrust. "Harder, Jace. Please. I need more."

Her dirty words spur me on, and I let go of my restraint, pounding into her with wild abandon.

I hook her leg over my arm, changing the angle of my thrusts to hit that magic spot inside her. Lindsay cries out, her back arching off the bed as I hammer into her g-spot relentlessly.

"You like that, sweetheart?" I growl, my hips snapping sharply. "You like it when I pound this tight little pussy? When I fill you up and make you scream?"

"Yes! Fuck yes!" she wails, her head thrashing on the pillow. "Don't stop, Jace. Please don't ever stop!"

I wedge a hand between our sweat-slicked bodies, finding her swollen clit. I rub the sensitive nub in tight circles with my thumb as I continue my merciless assault on her core. Lindsay's nails rake down my back, her inner muscles beginning to flutter around my shaft.

"That's it, baby," I coax gruffly. "Come on my cock. Soak me with your come. Let me feel you fall apart."

A keening cry rips from her throat as her orgasm crashes over her. Her pussy clamps down on me like a vise as she convulses beneath me, waves of ecstasy wracking her body. The sensation of her coming undone, knowing I'm the one to make her fall apart, is almost too much. My orgasm hits me like a freight train and it takes me a good ten seconds before I can catch my breath.

"Fuck, baby," I groan as I drop my forehead to hers. "I should have known you'd be a rockstar your first time."

Lindsay blushes, ducking her head shyly. “You really think so?”

I can’t help but chuckle. "Sweetheart, you are amazing at everything you do. Of course, you would be a natural at this, too."

She bites her lip, looking up at me through her lashes. "Really?"

"Really," I assure her, pressing a tender kiss to her nose. "You blow my mind, Lindsay. In every way."

She smiles at that, but then winces slightly as she shifts beneath me. I frown in concern, suddenly realizing that she's probably sore.

"You okay, baby?" I ask, carefully easing out of her and rolling to the side.

Lindsay nods, but I can see the discomfort on her face. "Just a little tender," she admits. "I guess I'm not used to... all that."

My heart swells with a mixture of masculine pride and protective instinct. I gather her into my arms, nuzzling her hair. "I have an idea," I murmur. "How about I run us a nice, warm bath? We can relax and get cleaned up."

Lindsay sighs contentedly, snuggling into my chest. "That sounds amazing.”

I press a kiss to her forehead before extricating myself from the tangle of sheets. "You just lie back and relax. I'll get everything ready."

I pad naked to the ensuite bathroom, my body already missing the feel of hers. I turn on the faucet, adjusting the water until it's the perfect temperature. As the massive clawfoot tub fills, I add some scented bath oil that I find on the counter, filling the room with the soothing aroma of lavender and chamomile.

When the tub is ready, I return to the bedroom to retrieve my girl. Lindsay looks up at me with a lazy smile, her hair a wild, sexy mess against the pillows.

"Your bath awaits, my lady," I announce with a gallant bow.

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