Page 25 of Running to the Cowboy

“You’ve got all those books on the shelf. You know better, I think.”

“I do know better. But you’ve got my head spinning. I can’t think straight when all I want to do is kiss you.”

Now emboldened, Olivia leans in and kisses me hungrily, our tongues tangling.

She pulls away and tugs off her shirt and bra. “Is that all?”

With a growl, I roll her onto her back, caging her against the mattress with my arms and legs. “Is that all? Woman, I wanna kiss you everywhere.”

I let the word hang there until she gets my meaning.

“Oh…I…nobody’s ever been…down there before,” she stutters.

“If you don’t want me to, Olivia, I won’t.” The last thing I want is for her to be brave about sex.

“Does it…does it feel good?”

We’ve entered a tricky conversation now. I’ve only ever been with one other woman, but I absolutely do not want to bringthat up to Olivia. I try, “My observation? The consensus seems to be a resounding unanimous yes from all women. In general.”

I can feel her rubbing her thighs together between my legs, and she bumps into my hard erection, making me ache for release. “That sounds promising. I was looking forward to…you know…the basics.”

I have to bite back the laughter, and the urge to inform her that my version of basic includes—no, demands—giving her oral.

“This will make the basics even better. Even easier for you, since it’s your first time. But if you’re embarrassed, we don’t have to.”

My mouth waters as I imagine what her pussy tastes like.

“I want you, Wylie. But I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”

I kiss her slowly, sensually, running my hand down her side until it rests on her hip. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want. You call the shots, and we can go as slow as you want. There’s only one non-negotiable thing.”

“Okay,” she says, all too submissively.

“I have to make you come.”

“Come? I’m already here.”

“Sweetheart, do you know what an orgasm is?”

My hand travels lower until I’m holding the back of her thigh. I roll slightly to let her wrap her leg around me.

“I overheard some mothers talking about it, but they said it wasn’t real for women. It’s only necessary for men.”

The things she says. The things that those church leaders filled her head with make me want to put my fist through a wall.

I wrap her other leg around my waist, nesting my erection right at her sweet spot.

She gasps.

“What does that feel like?”

“It-it feels good but also…also a little frustrating.”

I grind slowly against her core, painting small wet kisses up her throat with my mouth. “And what does that feeling make you want to do.”

Her thighs grip me tighter. “I don’t know how to describe it.”

“Then don’t. Do whatever it is your body’s telling you to do.”

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