Page 16 of The Cowboy's Friendly Wake-Up Call

A patch of red lace peaks at me from the juncture of her thighs as I move the dress up around her waist.

"Figured you for a cotton, boy shorts kinda girl," I chide, swallowing hard as she gives me a glimpse of the damp space between her legs.

"Guess it's been too long since you got a look at me in my underwear, then."

The idea that Mercy's been running around with lacy little thongs like this under her jeans for the last ten years scrambles my brain and makes my dick surge with need.

My heart races. My hands tremble as I gently place them against the soft skin inside her knees and savor the feel of her flesh as I move farther up her thighs.

I want to touch her everywhere, and I plan to, but right now, I narrow my focus to that patch of lace between her legs and dragging the elastic band over her plump ass and those lush thighs till it's out of the way with a nervous laugh and a kick of Mercy's foot.

Then all our laughter and joking ends.

Mercy's body moves with the deep breath she takes. Her fingers move against the skirt of her dress, pulling it even higher, and she lets her thighs fall open completely.

I want to tell her how fucking beautiful she is like this. I want to tell her how much I love her. I want to thank her for letting me see her like this.

But words refuse to form as I look down at Mercy's glistening pussy; swollen, wet, and open for me.

Hopefully I can show her everything I've feeling.

Chapter Eight

Mercy

Is it weird that I'm not nervous? I think I'm supposed to be nervous.

I kick my panties off my ankle and drop my knees open, making space for Lance between my legs and letting him look at me. All of me.

He kneels on the bed, his hands rubbing the tender flesh of my inner thighs, and doesn't say a damn thing. Just stares at my naked pussy in silence for a long moment.

Okay; a little nervous now.

Is everythingrightdown there? Am I what he imagined? Is he having second thoughts?

My breathing goes shallow. I'm afraid if I move at all, I'll break the spell-- everything will go back to how it was and we'll pretend this never happened.

I really want it to happen.

I want all the things Lance said to me a few minutes ago. Marrying him, having a family with him-- it's not something I ever realized before, not in so many words, but I can't argue that it's the only future that makes sense for me. For us. And now that I know that's what Lance wants too, I'm all in.

Before I can say any of that, though, Lance lowers himself silently between my legs and steals all thought from my mind with the first touch of his tongue to my sensitive skin.

"Ohmygod..." The breath I was holding escapes in a rush of syllables that I think make sense.

It seems to be the cue Lance needs to take the tentative strokes of his tongue to the next level. Settling more securely between my legs, Lance moves to what I assume is a more comfortable position for him. He explores my body with his fingers while his tongue slides between my folds, getting bolder with every noise I make.

He puts his entire mouth on me and eats me like I'm a ripe peach straight off the tree in summer. There's so much sensation that there's no one thing to concentrate on. Then my brain completely short circuits when he suctions directly over my clit.

Stars explode behind my eyelids as I squeeze them shut tight, my legs are clamped around Lancer's head and I'm vaguely aware I'm making some noises that would be really embarrassing under any other circumstances.

"Holy fuck, that was amazing, baby." Lance lifts his head when I'm finally wrung out enough to loosen the grip my knees had on him. The look on his face is pure wonder as he wipes my juices off the corner of his mouth and grins up at me.

"Can you do that again?"

His enthusiasm is cute, but damn. Again? Is he crazy?

"I've never come that hard before in my life," I admit to him, my voice coming out hoarse from all the gasping and moaning I was just doing. "I don't know if I'm ready to do that again."

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