Page 27 of Running to the Cowboy

Coming up on my knees, I roll her leggings down, tugging them off of her feet and tossing them to the floor.

“Now spread your legs for me.”

In the darkness, I can just make out her shape. How I wish the lights were on so I could see every freckle, every lump, every bump, but that will come with time. It’s not as if I’m letting her leave. Ever.

I run my hand over her thigh and help her open up more for me.

“Oh,” she gasps.

“Do you trust me?”

She nods.

“I need to hear the words, baby.”

“Yes. I trust you.”

I slip my fingertip inside and stroke her there. She moans against my mouth when I lean over her and kiss her, slipping my finger in deeper. I stroke her inner walls, stretching her.

Olivia gasps when I add a second finger, stretching her further.

“Oh…oh…wow,” she breathes.

“Do you feel how wet you are?” I whisper against her ear. She whimpers a quiet “Yes,” as I run a trail of hot kisses down her throat.

Her arms go around my back. “Good girl. Hang on just like that and spread your legs a little more.”

I pump my two fingers in and out. She’s getting wetter and wetter, and then I add a third.

Her whimper gets louder; her nails dig into my skin.

I use the thumb of that hand to search for her clit.

It’s tight and erect at the top of her pussy. Precum leaks from my aching cock, and I’m salivating to taste her.

Soon.

Olivia gasps as I sweep my thumb over that tight button. Her body tightens around my fingers, and her hips jerk.

“Wylie…I…”

Her moans grow louder still, and I hush her with my mouth.

She’s leaking all over me, and I use her sweetness as a lube, spreading it over her sensitive clit.

“Reach down and feel that.”

It wouldn’t surprise me if she said no; that was too much or embarrassing. But she does exactly as I tell her to do. “That’s it. Feel that? Have you ever touched yourself before?”

Fuck, I’m so close to coming that I don’t think I can hold back much longer. Teaching Olivia to touch herself is making everything all the more intense.

“No. Never. It’s…they said it was an abomination.”

I hold back what I really want to say about “them” and everything they filled her head with.

My fingers entwined with Olivia’s, together we follow where the moment leads us, ending in her release.

“Wylie…”

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