Page 66 of Sheltered by the Lawman

“How did you manage carrying me without breaking a sweat?” she asked.

He stared down at her. Damn, he was hungry for her. He looked deep into her beautiful eyes. “I can’t promise that I won’t be sweating before the next few hours are out.”

Dragging his shirt off his body, he gave it a toss, then toed off his boots. Her eyes remained on him and her tongue darted out to dampen her lips. He could have shot his wad off in his jeans, but he had a little thread of control left. He felt like the luckiest man being here with her—watching her watch him. Slowly, he moved his gaze from her lovely face, down along her graceful neck to the neckline of her snug T-shirt. “We need to get rid of that, sweetheart. I’m dying to see all of you.”

She sat up, grabbed the hem of the shirt and pulled it up and off. She wasn’t wearing a bra! Holy shit! He took in her bare skin, the feminine line of her slender shoulders, the creamy skin of her chest that had a slight flush. Her tits were firm, milky pale and she had large pink areolas with thick, erect nipples that begged to be suckled. He lowered to the bed, hearing the springs pop and crack as he eased closer and cupped her breasts, lifting them higher, squeezing them gently. Rolling the pads of his thumbs over her nipples, he relished in their perfection, the silky softness. An eager moan slipped from her lips and he grinned.

Her bottom lip pouted ever so slightly, making it appear fuller. “They’re beautiful, baby,” he said breathlessly. “Your body…amazing. I can’t guarantee that I’ll last long, but I want to show you the pleasure you deserve.”

Feeling her tremble, he traced one plump nipple with the tip of his finger, then lowered his mouth to sample it with his tongue. A sweet groan escaped her and she arched her back deeper, lifting her incredible breasts higher and making his shaft harder. He treasured the sweet bud, dancing his tongue over the smooth skin. With the hunger of a starving man, he nibbled her milky flesh, kissing a sweet path between the cleft of her breasts until he took the other nipple into his mouth and suckled. He could spend hours here, just on her breasts, but the seams of his body were breaking.

“Cull! Please! I need you!” she said on a whimper.

“Do you love to have your breasts touched, baby?” He wanted to devour them, but he wanted to make sure he didn’t hurt her. He kissed one nipple then the other.

“Yes. I love your touch.”

Her soft moan lifted his excitement off the charts. “I’m going to make you feel good, sweetheart. I want to take my time, explore every inch of you. A man isn’t given a gift this precious and not take his time unwrapping it.” He opened his mouth over one nipple, suckling the sensitive bead, then lightly clamped his teeth around the morsel. Her fingers dug into his scalp, then she lightly pulled his hair. Heat swarmed them and sweat beaded on his forehead, but a little heat and slick body never hurt anyone.

Nothing had ever felt as good as being close to Monica. Tingles of erotic rapture assaulted his bloodstream and his muscles tightened.

“Cull!” She cradled his head with her hands as if she wanted to control his movements on her breasts.

Time for the other one. He moved his mouth over her skin, licking and nipping. He skated his lips over the sweet-smelling skin until it was wet from his adoration. He squeezed both breasts and nuzzled his face in the deep cleft. “I’ve never seen such beautiful tits.”

“I want more, Cull. Touch me,” she cried out.

He lifted his head. “Where, baby? Where do you want me to touch you? Tell me what you like and I’ll oblige your every wish.”

Beyond being bashful, she reached for his hand and lowered it to the moist heat between her legs. “There! Please!”

Lord, he liked a woman who wasn’t afraid to show him what she wanted. He wanted to touch all of her at once, but he only had two hands. He slid his thumb over the slick slit of her pussy and opened her to ease his fingers in. Finding her most sensitive part, he flattened his thumb across her clit, sliding his finger inside her, savoring the tight walls of her vagina. He could only imagine if she were this tight with a finger what she would be like around his cock. He wasn’t one to brag, but he was above average in size and he didn’t want to hurt her—he only wanted to pleasure her and make her feel appreciated. It was important he got her wet enough before he even tried to take things the next level.

“Cull!” She bucked her hips. “Kiss me!”

Would he argue? Hell no!

She framed his face with her hands and kissed him. She consumed him, devoured him. While he continued to play with her nipples and thrusting his finger in and out of her, she shimmied under his hand. He felt her tighten and her juices thickened.

“Yes, sweetheart. Let it go. Release it all for me.”

Her body rose in temperature and her passage seeped with release. He rained kisses over her forehead, her cheeks, along her neck. Rolling his tongue along her collarbone. Pulling back slightly, he loved how flush her skin was from his touch. Rosy color mixed with her pale skin. No doubt she was the sweetest woman he’d ever been near.

Standing, he unzipped his jeans, pushed them and his boxers down his hips.

Her eyes widened. “Wow!” Her lips trembled.

“Do you realize how long I’ve carried this hard on around?” He smiled. “And it’s for you. I want you, sweetheart. More than you’ll ever know.” He held out his hand. “Let’s get those pants off you.” Drawing her close, he kissed her cheek as he unbuttoned and slowly lowered the zipper of her jeans. “I swear I believe I could stare at you forever.” He knelt in front of her, kissing her stomach and rolling the tip of his tongue inside her belly button. He kissed along the waistband of the jeans, nipping and licking her satin smooth skin. Clutching the fabric, he tugged it down a few inches and stopped to kiss the exposed skin. Her sweet scent teased his nostrils and his erection became painfully hard. If he wasn’t hellbent on taking his time he would bend her over and ram his rock-hard cock inside her.

Sliding the jeans down her flared hips, he pulled back, looking at the slinky polka dotted panties and his mouth salivated. Those would be next. Helping her step out of the jeans, he tossed them blindly and hooked his thumbs in the little panties. As he slowly peeled them away from her body, he felt her tremble, matching the quivering in his own body. “I’m going to make sweet love to you, sweetheart. I’ll take good care of you. Don’t ever be afraid when you’re with me. I’ll always protect you.”

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