Page 96 of Cowboy Bear's Hope

“I’m thinking, I love our life. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

His dark eyes found mine as he cupped my cheek and brought his lips down to mine. I sighed into our kiss, opening my lips so he could lick into my mouth with his long, talented tongue.

“Love you so much, Honey.”

“Show me, Dante.”

He nipped my lip and growled, sliding his hand between our bodies, and testing my arousal with his long fingers. I whimpered as he delved inside my pussy, stroking me exactly right.

“Did you soak this pussy kissing me, mate?”

“Yes. Please,” I moaned when he brushed my clit with his thumb.

“Put your leg over my hip,” he commanded, and Christ, I loved it when he told me what to do.

It was hard to believe this man had been a virgin when we started. He was everything I could ever want in a partner and more.

I felt Dante’s hard length push into me, and we both moaned at his sweet invasion. He kept his thrusts shallow at first, barely moving as he claimed my mouth in a kiss.

“Your pussy is so tight, Honey. So hot and wet. You feel fucking perfect,” he grunted, his chest rumbling with his soft growl.

I clutched at his shoulders, rubbing my aching nipples against his hair roughened chest. I needed him so badly.

“Easy, mate. I got you.”

Then he started moving harder, faster, in long, deep strokes, brushing my G-spot and making me see stars.

“Come for me, mate. Now,” he commanded, his thumb circling my clit, and goddamn, if I didn’t start to come immediately for him.

His name spilled from my lips, over and over, a desperate litany that I couldn’t stop even if I tried.

It was as if saying his name kept me tethered to reality, kept me from being swept away entirely by the overwhelming sensations coursing through me.

Dante roared his completion against my neck, the sound reverberating through my body like a thunderclap, raw and primal. But he didn’t stop.

He kept moving, his powerful body sliding against mine, igniting every nerve ending, setting me ablaze.

Each movement was deliberate, each touch sending shockwaves of pleasure so intense it was almost too much to bear.

Then it happened again.

My body tensed, every muscle coiling as pure, unrelenting bliss tore through me, leaving me gasping. I cried out, my voice raw and unrestrained, as I shattered once more in his arms.

It was too much.

It wasn’t nearly enough.

I clung to him, my arms wrapped tightly around his broad shoulders, holding him like my life depended on it.

He was my anchor, my grounding force, the only thing keeping me from flying apart into a million tiny pieces and scattering to the wind.

Dante didn’t stop, didn’t let go, didn’t ease up until he had wrung every last drop of pleasure from both our bodies.

The intensity of it left us trembling, our breaths coming hard and fast, mingling in the intimate space between us.

Finally, we stilled, our bodies pressed together, damp with sweat and heat.

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