Page 43 of Claimed By the Cowboy
I push forward slowly, easing past her tight resistance, and she gasps, clinging to me. “That’s it, baby. Just breathe. I’ve got you.”
It’s the hardest damn thing I’ve ever done, holding back, giving her time to adjust. She’s so snug around me that I swear stars burst behind my eyes. Every muscle in my body shakes from the effort not to thrust hard and deep.
But then Kitty shifts her hips slightly, testing the sensation, and I sink deeper. Her tight sheath welcomes me, clings to me, bathes my cock in delicious heat. And I’m gone. My control snaps like a fence post in a storm.
A guttural curse rips from my throat as pleasure detonates inside me. My body jerks, hips grinding against hers as I come embarrassingly, catastrophically fast. I empty myself inside her in a teeth-grinding climax, then collapse against her with a groan that’s half bliss, half horror.
“Oh, fuck me,” I rasp against her throat.
She blinks up at me, dazed. “Um… wasn’t that the idea?”
Despite the heat scalding my face, a bark of laughter bursts out of me. “Christ almighty, darlin’. You’ve officially ruined me. Thirty years old, thought I had stamina for days, and you”—I gesture vaguely at her flushed, gorgeous self—“turned me into a one-pump chump.”
Her lips twitch as she fights a smile. “More like half a pump.”
“Jesus.” I drop my forehead to hers, groaning. “Go on, twist the knife. Kill what’s left of my pride.”
She giggles then, soft and sweet, and it’s the sexiest damn sound I’ve ever heard. “It’s okay, Tom. Really.”
“No, it’s not,” I growl, though I’m grinning now. “You deserve better than a husband who pops like a rookie on prom night.”
Her blush deepens, but she doesn’t let go of me. She strokes her fingers through my hair, eyes tender. “I didn’t hate it, you know. It was flattering that youwanted me that much.”
That right there sets my blood on fire again. Wanted? Hell, she has no idea.
I kiss her hard, my cock stirring inside her again.
She gasps into my mouth when I start moving, slow and deliberate this time. “You’re already…”
“Oh, darlin’,” I murmur against her lips, thrusting shallow and easy. “I told you—I’m not stopping.”
Her nails bite into my back. “Tom?—”
“Mm?” I tease, sucking her bottom lip. “You want more?”
“Yes.” A desperate whisper. Then, bolder: “Give it to me.”
That’s all I need to hear.
I take my time, long, deep strokes that make her arch beneath me, gasps turning into moans. Her nails rake down my back, her thighs spread wider to welcome me deeper, and every sound she makes is fuel to drive me harder.
“See?” I murmur against her ear. “Round one was me being a fool for you. Round two’s where yourhusband makes love to you the way you deserve. Not rushed. Not clumsy. Just us. Just right.”
She gasps my name, clinging like she’s afraid I’ll disappear. Wildness surges in me, and I flip us, settling her on top.
Her eyes fly wide. “Tom?”
“Don’t worry,” I rasp, guiding her hips over me. “I’m still right here. Just want to see you take what’s yours.”
Her blush reaches her chest, but she doesn’t argue. She experiments with a roll of her hips, and the moan that leaves her lips almost tips me over the edge again. This woman is unraveling me and making me whole at the same time.
“God, Kitty. Look at you.” I grip her thighs, steadying her as she finds her rhythm. “Sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Her hair tumbles forward, wild and golden, as she leans over me. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“You’re doing perfect.” My grin is wicked. “Hell, if you keep looking at me like that, I’ll embarrassmyself again.”
Her laugh bubbles out, half shy, half emboldened. She moves again, this time with intent, until my little virgin bride is riding me like she was born for it.
