Page 68 of Rogue Cowboy
“It’s killing me that you’re not wearing anything under that dress.”
“You’ll get your turn,” she promised, tugging off his jeans.
She squatted down in front of him, her hands on either side of his thighs, her focus on his erection.She leaned close and inhaled, and then kissed the tip, taking an experiment lick.
“Riley, are you sure?”
“Mmmmmmm hmmmmmm,” she murmured, sucking him into her mouth, thrilled when he jumped a little.
“Show me what you like,” she murmured, licking his length, and then tightening her lips around him.
His eyes went wide.“What do you mean?”
It was heady having control.“Touch yourself, like you like to be touched.”
“Like this?”His hand wrapped around his length, and he pumped a couple of times.
She felt a gush of liquid between her thighs.
“You’re killing me, Riley.”
“This is what you do to me.”She held his gaze as she pulled one hand away from him to tuck it under her dress.She drew a circle around her clit, closing her eyes briefly as she pretended he was the one touching her.
She held her glistening finger up, marveling at the power she felt as he stared fascinated.
“I want to taste you,” he whispered hoarsely.
She stroked her finger along his lips and then licked it.She’d never tasted herself, and it was crazy erotic that he licked his lips as she licked her finger.
“Keep touching yourself,” she advised.“I want to watch.”
“No fair if I don’t get to watch you.”
She laughed a little, shocked how something erotic could also feel playful.
She sat on the table facing him, hiked up her dress and spread her legs so that he could see but not touch.She caressed herself again, experimenting with how her touch felt and what she liked, faster or slower, firm or gentle.
If anyone had asked her yesterday if she would be able to do this in front of a man she would have squeaked a shocked no.But with Cole and his rapt attention as he stared at her, desire burning bright and heat all but radiating off him, she too felt enraptured.But she wanted to be touching him, tasting him.
He arched a little, shuddered and stopped pumping himself.
“Damn, you’re a heady woman, Riley.I’m so close.”
“Are you?I want to watch.”
He looked a little shocked.
“Can I?”
“You can pretty much do anything you want with me.”
She hopped off the table and approached him, her breathing quickening.Hands on his chest, she pushed him back on the bed and straddling him.
“How close?”she whispered, hovering above him and lowering down a little to rub against his erection.
The growl was answer enough.
“My pace,” she said, and he gripped the comforter with both hands and arched up so that she could grind against his length.
