Page 17 of Ghosted Cowboy
She cried out, her hands immediately fisting in my hair, her whole body going taut. I started slow—long, broad strokes of my tongue, re-learning the taste of her. Salt and musk and pure arousal. She tasted better than I'd imagined, and I'd imagined it plenty.
"Ransom—" Her words dissolved into a moan as I focused on her clit, circling it with the tip of my tongue.
I varied the pressure, the speed, paying attention to her reactions. When I sucked gently, her hips lifted off the settee. When I flicked my tongue fast and light, she whimpered. When I went back to those long, slow licks, she pulled my hair hard enough to hurt.
"More," she breathed. "Please, I need—"
I slid one finger inside her, groaning at how tight she was, how wet. Her inner walls clenched around me immediately.
"Like that?" I asked against her.
"Yes, yes, but more—need more—"
I added a second finger, curling them to find that spot inside that made her see stars. When I found it, she arched up with a cry that echoed through the empty theater.
"There," she moaned. "Right there, don't stop—"
I didn't. I worked her with my fingers and my mouth, building her up, feeling her get closer with every stroke. Her thighs started trembling on either side of my head. Her grip in my hair tightened. Her breathing turned to desperate pants.
"Ransom, I'm—I'm so close—"
I doubled my efforts, sucking her clit while I pumped my fingers faster, hitting that spot with every thrust. Her hips started moving with me, chasing the pleasure, riding my hand and my mouth.
"That's it, baby," I murmured against her. "Let go. Come for me. Want to feel you, taste you—"
She came apart beautifully.
Her whole body went rigid for a heartbeat, then convulsed with the force of her orgasm. She cried out my name—loud and unrestrained—her inner walls clamping down on my fingers in rhythmic pulses. I worked her through it, gentling my touch as the waves rolled through her, lapping at her softly as the aftershocks made her twitch and gasp.
When she finally went limp, I kissed my way back up her body. She looked thoroughly wrecked—hair wild, skin flushed, eyes glazed with satisfaction. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath.
"Oh my God," she whispered. "That was—I can't—"
"Beautiful." I kissed her, letting her taste herself on my lips. "You're beautiful when you come."
She reached for my belt with shaking hands. "Your turn."
"Rainey—"
"Fair is fair." She had my belt undone, my jeans open, her hand wrapping around my cock through my boxers. "I've wanted to touch you for so long."
She freed me from my boxers, and I groaned at the first touch of her hand on my bare skin. Soft, warm, perfect. She stroked me slowly at first, base to tip, her grip firm.
"God, you feel good," she whispered, watching my face. "So hard. Is this all for me?"
"All for you," I gritted out. "Always for you."
She stroked me faster, her other hand coming up to cup me, and I had to grab her wrist. "Stop. You gotta stop or this is over before it starts."
"I want to make you feel good," she protested.
"You will." I kicked off my jeans and boxers, positioning myself between her thighs. "Inside you. Now."
I ran my cock through her wetness, coating myself, the head catching on her entrance and making us both groan. She was so wet, so ready, her body opening for me.
"Please," she breathed. "Please, Ransom, I need you inside me—"
I pushed in slowly, savoring every inch. Her heat, her tightness, the way her body stretched to accommodate me. She inhaled sharply, her hands clutching at my shoulders, her eyes locked on mine.
