Page 31 of A Cowboy Sugar Cookie Kiss
Deeper.
Harder.
Sensual.
His fingertips graze my skin as he slides my caked on flour crop top over my head. My entire body tingles. He takes out time to stare at my covered breasts. I’m glad I wore the plunging neckline bra with the front closure. It may have been uncomfortable all day, but it was worth it in this very moment.
“Beautiful.” His husky word sends flutters in my middle.
Not as beautiful as him perched above me in the pitch black of night staring at me like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever seen.
He unclasps the front of my bra. My breasts fit perfect in his large hands. His mouth closes over one nipple with firm, wet tugs. His tongue strokes my nipple again and again. His free hand kneads my other breast. I run my fingers through his thick hair, watching him through thin eyes. It seems to go on forever. I’m withering and whimpering under his touch.
“You’re fucking delicious.” He kisses me. My lips. My jaw. The curve of my neck. All the while, his hands knead my breasts until my core is wet and aching.
Somewhere in the background of my mind, I feel him hiking up my skirt. I feel his fingertips brush my legs and the material pool at my middle. But when his fingers slide over my damp panties, I nearly buckle at his touch. Heat blazes to my core. He teases me for what feels like forever, gently rubbing the thin material and pressing kisses down my neck and over my breasts. I’m breathless when he decides to rid me of my panties. He begins pulling them down my hips.
“How you plan on getting those off?” I giggle.
“You leave it to me.” He’s as much a magician with his hands as he is with his mouth. He lifts one of my legs, pressing it against my body. His mouth traces kisses on my bare skin. Distracting me as he slides the panties off my leg and over my foot. He leaves my socks and shoes on.
He kisses my ankle. His tongue trails up my calf before he wraps my legs firm around his waist.
“You’re awfully good at this. How many women have you bedded in the back of a truck?”
His gaze deepens as he lowers his head to mine. His strong fingers dig into my ass cheeks. Not to the point of pain, but rather thrilling.
His teeth latch onto my bottom lip. “You’re my first darlin’.”
I smile. “I’m sure that’s not true.”
“It is.”
His hand moves up my thigh. His fingers rub my slick, swollen folds. A sound of pleasure rolls up my chest. I’m dizzy with desire. His two thick fingers enter my wet center slowly. My fingers clutch fistfuls of his shirt, only realizing now he’s still fully dressed. I don’t have time to debate it. My body arches against him.
“Cole, yes, right there.”
A grumbling rumble of approval vibrates from his chest and I drive my hips to forcefully rock against his hand. His fingers pump inside of me. His thumb brushes hastily over my clit. He drags his fingers heavily against my walls and push forcefully back in. I’m drunk on his manly, woodsy scent. He picks up the tempo. Pinches and rolls my nipple between his thumb and finger. He wildly kisses my mouth, brushing his scruff against my cheek. My body is in overload. Lost in a sea of sensations. My orgasm inches forward. Bright jolts of aching pleasure spiral through my body.
“That’s it, baby.” His hot breath is on my ear. His fingers ride me through my blissful climax.
When I catch my breath, I feel the weight of his cock pressing against my leg. I find him staring at me. A satisfied smile on his swollen lips.
“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” His hands grip the sides of my face. He gently rubs the area by my temples. “Watching you come.”
I’m mesmerized. The last time we were naked together, it was quick, and I practically ran out the door afterward.
And never, not once, with my boss, did he look at me the way Cole is now. Like he thoroughly enjoyed my pleasure. Like he could do it all over again. For me.
“That may have been the best orgasm I’ve ever had.” I can’t believe the words pop out of my mouth. I immediately turn my head and coil away.
“I’m sure that’s not true.”
“It is.”
He cradles my cheeks in his hands, forcing me to look at him. “I wish we weren’t confined to this truck,” he growls.
I lick my lips. “Why’s that?”
