Page 9 of My Cowboy Date
“Okay, is your top off?”
I take off my pajama top. “It is now.”
“I see them. What beautiful tits. Your nipples are excited, and I’m touching them. I’m rolling them between my fingers now. Squeeze them yourself like I am.”
I bite my lower lip and pinch my nipples, whimpering with pleasure.
“Get louder or I’m going to have to spank you until you say my name.”
“I want to come,” I say, nearly feverish with desire.
“Wait,” he orders. “Open your window. I’m going to stand outside of it and listen to you as you pleasure yourself.”
Fuck!The thought of that drives me insane. I pull down my pajama bottoms and run my hand over my mound. “Hurry.” Ihaven’t had an orgasm in a long time and I’m beyond ready to have one while thinking of Wilder.
His breathing changes as I hear him walk outside and an engine starts up. “I’m in the truck. Keep touching your nipples.”
“I think I’m way behind that point,” I groan as open the window and strip off my panties.
“I’m driving like a bat out of hell. I’m almost there.”
His truck screeches to a stop and then he’s outside the cabin. “Drag a chair to the window and stand on it.”
I get one of the chairs from the small kitchen area and climb onto it.
“Turn the light on and put that pussy in the window.” He’s breathing harder and I see him outside, his face in shadow.
He removes the screen and sets it aside. “Yeah. Like that. Let me see those soft curls. I want to touch your beautiful body, but I won’t. You do it.”
I slide a finger between my folds and touch my clit. I look down at him and his eyes darken. He swallows hard.
“Correction, Iwilltouch you. Come closer,” he says, leaning his face into the window.
I do as he says. I’m still a coward but I’m one with a need too strong to leave unquenched.
He opens his mouth, extending his tongue. “Put your pussy on my tongue.”
I line myself up with his mouth.
“Hands on the wall. Let me take it from here.”
“Wilder…” I tip my pelvis toward him and gasp when he latches on and suckles me, milking me with his lips and tongue. My fingers dig into the drywall and I moan.
My legs wobble.The sensation of him tasting me and ah…his tongue is inside me now and he’s pumping it in and out…
He brings his hands in the window to grip my ass. I thrust my hips, pull back, then thrust again. “Take this,” I say hoarsely. “Suck on me…oh…like that…”
“Put your hand on me…let me…let me…” And then I’m gone. Flying and shattering. Splintering into particles and floating away. My body jerks and Wilder holds me in place, pressing his face into me while fucking me hard with his tongue.
I say his name over and over and when I’m spent, I have to stop myself from telling him to come inside the cabin and stay with me from now on. I’m about to ask him what I need to do for him, how he wants me to touch him to meet his need, when he says, quietly, “You are so fucking beautiful, Aspen and I haven’t stopped thinking about you from the second I met you.”
The sounds outside that I couldn’t hear when I was in the heat of the moment make themselves known now, creating a crescendo of insect voices and the call of night birds.
“I keep thinking of you too and I want you to fuck me so badly…I want to feel you inside of me but?—”
“And thatwillhappen,” he says. “I will take you at some point. But tonight was just for you because I wanted to give you pleasure. I wanted the taste of you on my tongue and in my memory.”
“You don’t want to anything else?”
