Page 32 of The Cowboy's Off Limits Option

The way he has me on my hands and knees on the bed in front of him, I expect a quickie.

It's been six months, we've done it hundreds of times now, and while we've definitely found the best ways to drive us both insane-- there hasn't been a time yet that didn't have me moaning his name while I come.

Archer moves the thin strip of elastic and lace running between my legs to the side, but instead of feeling his thick cockhead eagerly straining at my entrance, his tongue slides into me instead.

"Baby, have you been this wet the whole time?"

I am dripping for him right now. I've been wet since I saw the heated look in his eye when he got his first look at me in my gown.

Yup. Right there in front of the preacher, all our family, and half of Slow River. I was standing up there promising to love and honor my new husband for all the rest of our days together, while silently dying to be alone with him.

My answer is a strangled gurgle of affirmation. I can't be expected to make actual words when he's eating my pussy from behind like this.

His fingers slip and slide through my folds, spreading my increasing moisture and making it hard for me find the friction I'm desperately seeking as I grind against his hand.

"Oh fuck, Cal." His mouth breaks contact from me and I know from experience now that Archer is getting worked up on watching me come undone. "You look so fucking good like this, baby. I need to be inside you. Just come for me one time first."

As if I could stop now.

Archer's fingers circle my clit, his tongue working in tandem until my fingers claw into the bedding under me, crumpling several fresh rose petals that were scattered over it sometime earlier.

He doesn't give me time to come down. Behind me, Archer's pants drop to the floor and before I can catch my breath, he's already pushing inside me.

I love the ragged sound of his breathing and the way he grips my hips to hold me steady as he slams into me.

Just knowing how close he is to losing control already has me ramped back up, angling my hips to take him deeper while I race him to the finish line.

"You're gonna make me come, Cal. You know I can't last when you do that."

What I'm doing is coming again. This one hits me hard, making me howl so loud I drop my face into the bedspread to keep our guests downstairs from hearing me.

Only seconds behind me, I feel Archer's hands tighten their grip as his movements become less measured, then he's coming too, filling me with enough sticky seed to make me glad my dress is floor length.

No way the flimsy panties of the lingerie set are going to keep that from running down my legs later.

"I think fucking my wife is even better than fucking my girlfriend was," Archer jokes as he collapses beside me and draws me against him.

"You think?" I tease back.

He hums a pleased little sound and kisses me.

"But I'm going to have to do it again before I can be sure."

Our moment is interrupted by an impatient knock on our door.

"You guys in there?" My brother's voice is muffled by the thick, oak door and the dim sounds of the party going on without us.

"We're here," Archer yells back.

Archer quickly pulls the end of the bedspread over us when the door knob turns.

"Wouldn't do that, man," Archer warns sternly, but there's humor in his voice.

I swat at his chest for that. We've been married for all of a hot minute, but Archer's already had his fun at rubbing it in Rowan's face.

"Motherfucker."

Rowan curses on the other side of the door, but it quickly closes solidly. Archer gives me a knowing look and presses his hand to my stomach with a secretive grin.

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