Page 65 of A Baby for the Texas Cowboy
“Careful,” she whispered. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Her gaze assessed his battered left side.
“Not being inside you is killing me.”
Tinsley angled her body so that her folds rubbed up and down his cock, and she traced a figure eight with her body, moving her hips back and forth over him, and the hard points of her nipples teased his chest.
“Condom,” he hissed.
“I don’t have any.”
“Duffel bag.”
She slid down his body, licking him once again, and then hopped off the bed, returning with his duffel and leather toiletry bag.
“I haven’t been with anyone else since you,” she confessed.
“Me neither.”
“Really?” She pulled out he square and opened it with her teeth. “I just had an exam—duh.” He’d been there.
“I’m due. I’ll schedule it.”
Tinsley laughed, amazed her brain still worked to that extent. Her blood roared in her ears. Somehow, she felt like she and Anders were taking the next step. Jumping without a net.
He reached for her again, and she grabbed his wrists in one hand and stretched them above his head.
“Does that hurt?” It was silly, really, to think she could hold him, but the heat in his eyes made her want to try.
“This is a new side of you.” He sounded dazed. “So hot. I love it.”
She hesitated at the L word. No, not her. Just what she was doing. She rolled the condom over his tip and, holding on to it, she seated herself as she rolled the condom down.
Anders’ gritted swear word and moan brought her to the brink of an orgasm, but she wanted to hold on. She wanted to build the flames for both of them.
“Remember, I’m in charge.” She nipped his ear.
“You’re in charge,” he whispered. “I’ll do anything you want.”
“I want you to buckle up and enjoy the ride.”
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Anders tried tohold back as long as he was able. It was torture and blissed-out pleasure at the same time. He wanted to take control with every atom of his body—each time she brought both of them close and then backed down. Each time she touched herself, he wanted it to be him. Each time she dipped her finger inside her pussy and let him lick her juice from her finger or her lips, he wanted his mouth there.
She was killing him.
And maybe that was the point. They needed to die and be reborn in order to somehow make them work as a couple.
Sex with Tinsley was the best he’d ever had, but he wanted—no, needed more.
Tinsley rode him faster, rising up and down and almost losing him in the process, and that was when he reached the point of no return.
“Play with your nipples,” he snapped, pulling his hands easily from her hold so that he could hold her hips and control her ride.
She cried out but did cup her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples and then massaging them.
To hell with control and playing nice. Anders arched up so he could capture one beautiful breast with his mouth, and he began to play.
“Anders, please, please, please.” Her soft moans and pants sent him over the edge. He anchored her so that he could arch up into her, re-angling himself so that he went deeper and hit her G-spot the way she liked.
