Page 17 of Cowboy Crush
“Me too. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to do this,” he says, dipping his head down and pressing his lips to mine. After only a moment of kissing, his body comes alive, and his erection presses against my opening.
“Jameson,” I breathe out his name.
“Hannah,” he replies, kissing my neck, my collarbone, my chest.
“Take me.”
“That’s all you have to say,” he whispers, rolling his hips and sliding into me once again. He fills me completely, almost too much. I’m tight around him, and when he thrusts in deeper, it feels like I can’t take no more. My nails dig into his shoulders as my toes curl with tingles rushing through them. His mouth moves to mine, and he kisses me hard, fast, deep as his hips pick up pace and power.
His hands move to my hips, holding me still as he drills into me. My release builds higher and higher, and then when it can climb no more, it breaks, letting a wave of pleasure rush my body. Every place that wave touches tingles and goes numb as I cry out his name again and again.
My knees are shaking on either side of his hips as he pushes himself to go faster. His thrusts that were even and precise begin to go more wild. His brows draw together, and his jaw clenches, and I watch the moment his release bubbles out of him. His mouth falls open as his face relaxes, the lines smoothing away. His hips jerk once, twice, and then a third time, and then he’s still on top of me. Even though he just made me come, watching him has my body turned on all over again.
After a moment of us catching our breath, he rolls off me and back to my side. We’re both naked, sweaty, and breathing hard. My heart is racing from the fun we just had, and my entire body feels weak.
I let out a long breath, and I push my hair away from my face. “I need to be getting back before the girls worry that I’ve been abducted,” I joke.
He smirks. “Let me shower, and I’ll take you on my way to work.”
I look over at him. “You work on Sundays?”
He nods. “Yep, horses need to eat…even on Sundays.”
He stands from the bed and walks out of the room, completely naked. I watch his backside with each step. His back is strong, toned, and tanned. He has a tan line around his waist where his jeans always start. His firm ass is the same color as that scar on the back of his neck that I find extremely sexy now that I know what caused it. In fact, I have some homework to do later. Surely I can find a couple of videos of him riding on the internet.
While he showers, I stand and pull my dress from last night back on. I can’t find my panties, so I leave them, hoping that the next time he cleans his room, he finds them and thinks of me. I smile to myself as I sit on the edge of the bed and put my shoes on. He comes walking back into the room. His dark hair is wet, and beads of water are running down his pecs and each defined ab muscle. He has a blue towel tied around his waist, and he’s not shy about dropping it. I smile as he opens a dresser drawer and pulls out a pair of boxers. He’s facing me as he begins to pull them on.
“What? Why are you smiling?” he asks.
I laugh at myself and shake my head. “It’s nothing,” I tell him, standing.
“You’re finding something funny. What is it?” he asks, walking closer to me. He steps in front of me and pulls me against him. His lips move to my ear, and his hot breath blows against my skin.
“I’m just happy.” I’m embarrassed to tell him, and I feel my face heat the moment the words leave my lips.
He pulls back, eyes meeting mine. “Why are you blushing?” he asks, running the back of his hand across my cheek.
I shrug. “It was a one-night stand, and I know that. It’s just that I’m not normally this candid about it.”
“A one-night stand, huh?” His eyes darken. “Are you done with me already?” he asks, walking me backward.
“No, I just assumed that since it took me all this time to get you here that you’d be done with me,” I explain, feeling the bed hit the back of my knees.
He lets out a puff of air. “Exactly, I didn’t go through all of this to have you once and be done,” he says, laying me back.
I giggle, waiting for him to climb on top, but he doesn’t. He just stands there, hovering over me.
“Well, technically, it’s twice.”
“With many more to come,” he says, falling to his knees. His hands run up the outsides of my legs from my thighs down to my ankles. He grabs them and spreads me wide open. My dress is loose, and it conforms to my body, so it falls between my legs, covering me. But then he raises my ankles up until my feet are on the edge of the bed and my knees are in the air.
I almost jump when his lips move to my inner ankle, his hands sliding up my legs all the way to my hips. “Mmm, seems you forgot something,” he says between kisses as he works his way up my leg.
My entire body feels hot as my blood catches fire. How can I want him so badly already?
His lips move up my inner thigh to the junction between my legs. His hot tongue runs between my folds, and when he brushes against my nub, my whole body erupts. His hands are holding firm on my ass now as his mouth sucks my clit, his tongue thrashing against it. My hands fist the sheets, holding my body down. It feels like I’m rising up into the air. My breathing gets labored as my heart races, pushing me closer and closer to my release.
“Jameson.” His name leaves my lips in a whimper as my release rises higher. Then he removes one hand from my hip, and he slides two fingers inside me. They massage against that spot inside me that has me seeing stars. My orgasm washes over me like a strong wave that takes me under and holds me hostage. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I can’t feel anything other than my release as my entire body goes into a fit of tingles that go numb as the sparks fly off my nerve endings. I ride out every last wave he gives to me, and when I finish, I’m limp and weak all over again.
