Page 48 of Wild, Wild Cowboy

I raised my eyebrows, waiting.

She swallowed. “Nothing. I…my mind goes blank. I don’t imagine anyone or pretend anything. I just feel.”

I considered that. “Well, then, I’m going to give you something to think about.”

I licked from her entrance to her clit, sucked gently, then licked down again to her entrance. Back up again, licking,sucking, swirling. Her hips caught the rhythm and followed it. She made incoherent sounds of desperate pleasure, and when she dug her nails into my forearms, I eased back.

“No—what—why—” she sputtered, panting. “Why do you keep stopping?”

I laughed darkly and lazily traced her clit with my finger. “Hannah Bell, are you telling me you’ve never been edged before?”

She let out a frustrated growl. “That depends. Is it edging when you’re never allowed to fall off?”

“That doesn’t sound like a good time to me.” I blew gently on her clit.

“I don’t care. Please, Zack,” she begged. “Don’t stop. I don’t care if I stay on that edge forever. It feels so good.”

I lowered my head. Fuck if I was going to leave her there, on the edge. Not this time.

I spread her open with both thumbs, baring every single bit of her to my hungry mouth, and sucked hard at her clit. Her hips canted in invitation and my tongue delved inside her entrance. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and hauled her closer to my mouth and drank from her like a holy chalice.

Suddenly everything flipped. I was the desperate one, desperate and aching, chasing a pleasure just out of reach. I was drunk on the scent of her arousal. The pleading sounds she made. The taste of her like honey on my tongue.

“Wait—oh, god, wait—” she sobbed, and I would have tried, but she gripped my skull with both hands and kept me on her and it was too late for both of us. I couldn’t wait?—

Oh, fuck, I couldn’t wait?—

Wetness flooded my mouth as her inner muscles clenched like a drumbeat.Boom, boom, boom. With each squeeze of her pussy around my tongue, my hips pushed harder against the mattress until I soaked my jeans the way she soaked my tongue.

I still didn’t stop, not until she curled away from me and weakly pushed my head away from her sensitized body. I crawled up her flushed body, panting, and pressed a kiss to her damp forehead.

“You,” she said, her voice thick and stunned. “You.”

“You,” I said, every bit as stunned.

She didn’t move a muscle, just laid there, completely boneless, watching through half-shut eyes as I took off my jeans and used a dry part of my boxers to clean myself off. By the time I tossed my clothes aside and got us both under the covers, she was fast asleep.

Hannah slepton her side facing me, our bodies interlocked like Tetris pieces. My arm around her neck, her cheek pressed to my chest, my hand on her hip, her leg draped over my thigh.

She snored a little.

Her hair tickled my chin.

My skin itched.

My leg ached.

My arm fell asleep.

I didn’t move.

19

HANNAH

It would be a shame to let such a beautiful hard-on go to waste.

The morning sun peeked through the cheap hotel curtains that didn’t quite stretch across the full window. I had awoken first to find that I had kicked off the blanket in favor of wrapping my limbs around Zack’s warm body and using it for my personal space heater. Zack wasn’t up yet, but his dick certainly was.

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