Page 46 of Falling For Her Cowboy
He pulled away from her and raised her dress over her head. He tossed it down on the floor. The heat that poured from his eyes had her pussy drenched. It was amazing how this man could just look at her and she was primed and ready for him.
“Baby, you had me the first time you smiled at me.”
A gasp escaped her just as he swooped down and took her lips in a hard kiss. This wasn’t a docile, cute kiss. This was the type of kiss a man gives a woman that left no doubt in her mind of his intentions.Melah leaned into it, no longer afraid of the unknown.
Because right now, she knew exactly where she stood with him. She may not know what her future held, but at this moment, there was her and Ridge.
He was like an incoming storm. Electricity filled the air between them. She removed his shirt. She slid her hands down his perfectly chiseled chest to his belt. She undid it and moved it out of the way to get to the button of his jeans. His hands were busy removing her bra. The offending material fell from her body to reveal her aching breasts.
“Fuck, you are gorgeous,” he murmured. He paused and stared down at her. His hand came to cup one of her mounds. “I hope you know this.”
A lump formed in her throat. She couldn’t formulate a word. The expression in his blue eyes had her feeling things she was unfamiliar with. He kissed her again before pushing her down on the island. The chill from the surface was welcome against her warm skin. She lifted her hips so he could tug off her panties.
There was no embarrassment at the position she found herself in. Her legs fell open, and a growl rumbled from Ridge when he gazed at her. She was open and exposed to him, but she felt sexy andempowered with the reaction her body drew from him.
“Ridge. I ache for you. I want your mouth here.” She reached down between her legs and parted her slick folds to showcase her delicate pearl. She used her finger to roll her sensitive clit.
“What else do you want?” He braced his hands on the counter with his focus on her center.
She smirked at the look of hunger on his face. She played with her clit again and rolled it between two of her fingers. A moan slipped from her from the sensations the move gave her. She slipped her finger farther through her slit and guided it to her opening. She pushed her finger inside and arched her hips to meet it. “I want your dick here.”
His audible swallow was the only sound to come from him. She added another finger and repeatedly plunged them as far as she could into her wet channel. Another moan tore from her. She liked having him watch her. She didn’t care they were in the kitchen. All that mattered was this man was hungry for her.
He had yet to respond to her.
“Need me to repeat myself?” she gasped.
She couldn’t get herself stretched as wide as he could and she couldn’t wait to feel that burn sheknew that came from his cock breaching her. He had yet to take his eyes off her fucking herself. She withdrew her slippery fingers and moved them to show him exactly what she wanted.
“Your tongue here on my clit. Your dick here in my pussy.”
She pushed her fingers back inside and groaned.
Something in Ridge snapped. He trapped her wrist and pulled her hand away from her center. He took her fingers and brought them to his mouth. He licked them completely clean of her wetness. She inhaled sharply, her core clenching. He ensured every drop of her cream was gone from her fingers.
“So fucking good,” he murmured then released her wrist.
His eyes had darkened to where they appeared black, and Melah sensed a shift in him. His lips brushed her inner thigh, and she knew in that minute this man truly owned her body. He moved to the other thigh and pressed a kiss to that one. She shook, anticipation building up inside her. She spread herself open for him, waiting for the moment his tongue connected with her swollen bundle of nerves. She entwined her fingers in his hair and tried to guide him to her center.
He growled, “Don’t rushme.”
She fell back against the counter and cried out in frustration. His lips slowly made their way to her core, and she could have wept. His tongue slid through her entire slit, taking his own taste of her. Melah held on to his head the second his lips closed around her swollen bundle of nerves. She gasped and arched her hips to him.
The man didn’t play when it came to feasting on her. He consumed her like a starving man eating his first full meal in weeks. Her cries filled the air while he worked her body. Her legs shook from the sensations coursing through her.
Ridge’s tongue and fingers worked her up in the most delicious way. He brought her to the edge of ecstasy but didn’t allow her to cross the line. Her begging and pleading went ignored. She rotated her hips to him. Two of his fingers were inside her, thrusting hard while he suckled her clit. She moved in the rhythm of his hand while he fucked her this way.
Melah had a firm grip on his hair. She glanced down at his head between her legs and loved the sight of him where he was.
“Ridge,” she gasped.
He rotated his fingers around in a circle and hit the spot inside her that sent her spiraling out ofcontrol. She screamed his name, her orgasm overtaking her. It was amazing she didn’t tear the hair from his head. She arched upward while her body shook and trembled. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and she rode the waves of intense pleasure that rocked her.
He didn’t give her any reprieve. The man was set on owning her body and soul. He continued his welcoming assault on her clit. Her muscles pulsated around his fingers. She shook her head, unable to withstand anymore.
“Please,” she gasped. She needed him inside her. She no longer wanted his talented fingers. She needed his thick cock pushing into her. “Ridge. I need you. Please give me your dick.”
She may be a proud woman, but she had no problems begging Ridge to fill her up with his big cock.
