Page 17 of Curvy Girl and the Ex-Military Cowboy

"More," she whispers.

I lower my head to take one nipple in my mouth, sucking gently while my hand continues to caress the other. Elena's fingers tangle in my hair, holding me to her breast as if afraid I might stop. As if I could.

Her dress is bunched around her waist. I slide my free hand beneath it, finding the edge of her underwear. She lifts her hips, and I pull both dress and panties down her legs, leaving her naked on the blanket beneath me.

Her dark hair spills around her shoulders, her skin glowing in the moonlight, her thighs parting slightly as I look at her.

"Now you," she says, reaching for my belt.

Together we remove my jeans and briefs, freeing my erection. Her eyes widen slightly, and she reaches out to wrap her fingers around me. The touch nearly undoes me then and there.

"It's been... a while," I warn her, my voice rough with need.

"For me too," she admits.

Slowly, I kiss my way down her body—her neck, her collarbone, between her breasts, across her stomach. She watches me through half-lidded eyes as I settle between her thighs.

"You don't have to," she begins, suddenly shy.

"I want to," I assure her, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. "I want to taste you."

Her head falls back as I part her with my fingers, finding her already wet for me. The first stroke of my tongue draws a gasp from her lips. I take my time, learning what makes her tremble, what makes her moan. When I focus on that sensitive bundle of nerves, circling it with my tongue while sliding one finger inside her, her thighs begin to shake.

"Aaron," she breathes, her accent making my name sound exotic and new. "Please..."

I add a second finger, curling them forward as I suck gently, and feel her tightening around me. Her hands clutch at the blanket, at my hair, at anything she can reach as her back arches off the ground. When she comes, it's with a cry that seems to echo across the empty hills, her body pulsing around my fingers.

Before she's fully recovered, I move up her body, positioning myself between her thighs. The head of my cock nudges against her entrance, and we both freeze, eyes locked.

"Don't be gentle," she suddenly whispers.

Chapter 6 - Elena

"Don't be gentle," I whisper, the words escaping before I can think better of them.

Aaron's eyes squint at my request, something primal flashing in them as he positions himself more firmly between my thighs. I feel him there, hot and hard against my entrance, and then he's pushing inside—one long, deliberate thrust that fills me completely.

I gasp at the sensation, my body stretching to accommodate him. It has been a long time since I've been with anyone, and never with someone like Aaron—all hard muscle and controlled power. His jaw clenches as he holds himself still inside me, allowing me to adjust.

"Okay?" he asks, his voice a strained rumble.

I nod, unable to form words as he begins to move. His rhythm is steady, robust, his hands gripping my hips with enough force that I might find marks tomorrow—a thought that excites rather than concerns me.

There's something overwhelmingly intimate about being naked under this enormous sky with him, more vulnerable than I've been with anyone before.

After several minutes, I find myself growing slightly uncomfortable with the position, my back arching awkwardly against the hard ground beneath the blanket.

"Aaron," I say breathlessly, "could we... would you mind changing positions?"

He immediately stills, concern crossing his features. "Am I hurting you?"

"No," I assure him quickly. "I just..."

He withdraws carefully, and I feel suddenly empty without him. "What do you want?" he asks, and the gentleness in his voice gives me courage.

"Would you..." I hesitate, then decide to be bold. "I'd like to be on all fours."

His eyes widen slightly, but he nods.

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