Page 22 of The Cowboy's Off Limits Option

The tips of her short nails drags down my sides, not even tickling a bit when they hit that spot along my ribcage. My foot damn near cramps from holding my muscles so tense.

"Damn woman, I thought I was supposed to give you a chance to breathe or something."

I can't help the chuckle that escapes, more relieved that she's ok than amused at her impatience-- but a little of that too.

"I'm breathing," she tells me, "and I want more."

Cal's hips wiggle under me and the entirety of her channel tightens around me as she moves.

Woman's going to be the death of me if this is what fucking her is always going to be like. She feels too damn good, and my body screams at me to follow her orders.

Pulling back, the sound of her needy little whimper at the loss of me has me slamming back into her harder than I mean to. Cal's right here with me though, gasping out at my force, but quickly recovering, bucking her hips to urge me on.

No way I'm gonna last. Not with the sweet sounds that Callie's making, the feel of her full breasts pressed against my chest, and the smooth slide of her tight little pussy wrapped around my cock so tight it's hard to breathe.

But I want to make her come for me one more time before I lose it. I need to make sure her first time is good. I want to make sure I was worth the wait.

"Cal." I drop my head for a hungry taste of her lips and she kisses me deeply, leaving my voice hoarse with urgent need when I can speak again.

"Baby, I need you to come for me one more time. Can you do that?"

I guide one of her hands between us to where we're joined, keeping my eyes on hers. If I look down now and see her pussy stretched around my cock, I'll be done.

"Touch yourself for me, Cal."

Callie's eyes widen at my command, her mouth popping open like she's about to protest, but then I feel her fingers under mine as we find her clit together and her expression changes to something else entirely.

"Arrr..." My name dies on her lips, her voice drifting away when she takes possession of her own pleasure. My fingers follow hers, learning what she's already discovered about herself. Together, we circle her swollen little bud, our fingers slipping through her wetness.

"Fuck, Cal, you're fucking gorgeous...show me, baby. Show me how you make yourself come when you're thinking about me."

I can't stop myself, I need to look at this. Raising up, so I can look down between us, the sight of my cock working its way in and out of Callie's swollen pussy, with her fingers working frantically between us as she chases her orgasm-- it's too damn much.

Especially when I feel her hit her peak. Callie's entire body goes with her this time, her back arches, her hips to mine, her thighs clamped tight against my hips.

Then, a series of spasms choke my shaft, each one pulling me deeper and clenching down on me to hold me in place so I can shoot seed deep enough to take root. And that's what I fucking do; exploding inside her, with nothing between us but the sweat coating our skin.

When my vision comes back, I collapse against Callie. I want to snuggle into her warm curves, with my head pressed between her breasts, but if I do that, my softening cock will slip out of her and I'm not willing to lose her warmth yet. Instead, I pull herinto my arms and hold her against my chest, enjoying the feel of my heart beating against her cheek as it slows back to normal.

"Thank you, baby." I kiss the top of her head, whispering my words into the soft hair and tasting the sweet, saltiness of her perspiration.

I get a sleepy giggle in reply.

"For what?"

My smile curves against her head.

"For letting me into your body. For letting me see you like that. For sharing your first time with me."

I'd keep going but she cuts me off.

"You're just feeling macho because I was waiting for you."

I move my head back onto a pillow and stroke her bare shoulder idly with my fingers. First, I sigh deeply, but then I grin at the ceiling fan above us.

"Yeah, that's fucking hot, Cal. I still can't believe that. Can't believe how fucking lucky I am...I love you, Calla Lillian Maye. Gonna marry you...Calla Lillian O'Leary...I like that even better."

"I like that too," she says, lifting her head to meet me for another kiss. "I love you, Archer Dean O'Leary."

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