Page 20 of Wild, Wild Cowboy

“No,Ineeded ten seconds,” she clarified. “You would have needed…” Her voice trailed off like she couldn’t think of a number high enough.

Now that was just mean. I played it back in my mind, that moment her hips had tilted and I swore I felt her pussy clench around me. The sounds she had made. She hadn’t even given me a real chance to give her whatever it was she’d needed. She’d faked it.

I was fuckingoffended.

“Show me,” I demanded.

She laughed like she thought I was joking, which I sure as fuck was not. “How can I show you? I already did it. It’s done.”

“Let me be clear on this. It’s not done until we’re both done. Are you really done, Hannah?” I rubbed my thumb over the back of her hand, then slipped my fingers in a V on either side of her middle finger. “I don’t think you are.”

She shifted restlessly, rubbing her thighs together. She wasn’t done. And this time, I wasn’t going to let her do it without me.

I stretched out next to her, tugged the pillow from her arms, and propped it behind my head so I could look down at her. “Show me,” I urged. I kissed her shoulder, then nuzzled the crook of her neck. “I’ll be such a good boy, Hannah. I won’t touch. I’ll just watch and learn.”

Her chest rose and fell on rapid breaths. I felt her throat move beneath my lips as she swallowed.

“Can I keep my eyes closed?” she whispered.

“Do whatever you need to do to get yourself there.”

She swallowed again. “It might not work. I’ve never?—”

I covered her hand with mine, both our palms facing down, my fingers interlocked with hers, and slid it down her soft belly to the honey-gold hair between her legs. “You’re still so wet, sweetheart,” I murmured. She shivered as our fingers brushed her clit. “One more time. That’s all.”

Slowly, slowly, I withdrew my hand, leaving hers there between her legs. And fuck, I wanted it to be mine. My fingers sliding through all that wet heat. My hand bringing her pleasure. But I wantedthis, too. I wanted to watch. Maybe even more than I wanted to touch her.

On a deep breath, her hand started to move. She pushed one finger inside her entrance, then brought it out and swirled the wetness around her clit. I leaned closer to get a better look at those slim, pale fingers playing with her pretty pussy.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “You’re perfect. God, you should see yourself, Hannah. So fucking wet and pink. I want to put my mouth there. Tasting your fingers wasn’t enough. It just made me hungry for more. You’re so sweet and soft.”

She whimpered and her fingers went faster, harder.

“Yes,” I hissed between my teeth. My dick was hard again even though I had come maybe ten minutes ago. I took it in hand and squeezed the base. “That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good. I want to see you come like this, giving yourself all the pleasure you deserve.”

She dug her heels into the mattress and her hips bucked, grinding her pussy against her hand. She cried out and froze like that, hips arched forward, for one beat and then another, before lowering limply.

Her eyes opened and she turned her head to look at me, a dazed expression on her face.

“Fuck, Hannah.” I didn’t bother trying to keep the awe out of my voice. “That was gorgeous.”

She watched me stroke my cock, her gaze still slightly unfocused. Having her eyes on me like that, somehow looking sated and hungry at the same time, made my dick so hard it almost hurt. My grip tightened, my stroke roughened.

“You don’t look done, either,” she noted.

Usually I needed a good thirty minutes to recover from coming before I was ready to go again. Watching Hannah get herself off had cut that time in half. “I’m close. Look at my cock, Hannah. Look what you did to me.”

She felt behind her for her glasses, her eyes never leaving my cock, then fumbled them onto her face, and fuck.Fuck. That damn near finished me right there. A bead of pre-cum leaked out and I spread it around the crown with my thumb.

It wasn’t enough. I needed more.

Her tongue swiped over her bottom lip and I groaned. God, that fucking mouth. More pre-cum leaked imagining it on me.

“What do you need?” she asked, her tone crisp and almost business-like, despite the rosy flush on her cheeks and chest.

I liked it. I had the feeling I could ask her for anything right then, and she would simply do it. There was nothing squeamish about her.

“I need you to make it wet.” I groaned as she licked her lips again. “Spit on it, Hannah.”

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