Page 34 of Any Cowboy of Mine
Sophie sat on top of him, straddling him in her fairly ridiculous pajamas, and had no qualms with Brad raising her arms and sliding her top off of her, adding it to the growing pile of fabric beside them.
Brad was so much more than she’d imagined. His muscles rippled beneath her, concrete evidence that he worked hard manual labor, maybe not for a living, but to help his parents, which she found much sexier. She fought the urge to run her hands down each defined striation in sheer admiration, choosing instead to place a palm over his heart. He in no way resembled her idea of a typical novelist. He was the damn hero, and made her feel like a heroine.
She smiled down at him, soaking in the way he admired her with both his eyes and his roaming hands that cupped her now-free breasts. He drew her body close to him so he could put them, one at a time, into his mouth. He used his tongue this time to tease them back to hard and tender peaks. She arched her back, and he took all of her left breast in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it while his now-free hands caressed the other. Her panties felt too thick, the offending fabric standing between her desires and making them a reality. As his teeth lightly grazed the sensitive skin above her nipples, Sophie’s will to wait, to take her time with Brad, dissolved completely.
She was overwhelmed with desire for this man who seemed to know just the places to touch and linger that hadn’t been cared for in far too long. She was Aphrodite, a body of stone being brought back to life.
Reaching behind her, Sophie slid her hand up Brad’s thigh, arranging his rigid penis in place beneath her ass so she could slide back and forth, keeping him hard until she was ready for him. She cupped his balls and rubbed the smooth area just behind them, stifling a giggle when he roared, loud and full of lust. She let him flip her onto her back again, where he moved quicker now, finally understanding that she needed him the same way he wanted her.
His penis stood tall and erect, begging her to run her hands over it as Brad fumbled with the tied drawstring on her pajama shorts.I hope this takes him a while.He was distracted by getting her undressed, so she seized the opportunity to take his now-throbbing member into her hand, noticing how quickly Brad’s fingers worked to untie her bottoms when she started rubbing and pulling, lightly flicking the tip of his penis until a bead of cum appeared. His breath came in ragged exhales, urging her on.
Eventually, he gave up on the shorts, but she didn’t care. They would get to that in a moment. She cupped her hand around his ass again, pulling him closer to her jealous mouth. She wanted him inside her. He crawled closer to her, allowing her access to his erection.
When her lips, wet and hungry, closed around him, he groaned. She started with her mouth hard around the base of his shaft and flicked her tongue over the tip of him while she moved up and down his length, marveling again at how much of him there was. She didn’t by any means think size mattered, but now, stroking him with her tongue, a firm hand following her mouth, her shorts moistened at the imminent pleasure that he would give her when there was so much of him to fill her.
“Jesus,” he groaned. She was pleasantly surprised to realize that Brad tasted like strawberries and cream—how she wasn’t sure—but she worked her mouth up and down his shaft, licking the tip of him in short bursts until she felt him pull back.
“No more. I’m already close,” he choked out between gasps of breath, nearly collapsing on top of her.
She reached up and pulled him all the way to her. “Good,” she whispered, licking along the tight V of muscles that called to her. “I want you to come, and then I want to get you hard again so I can take you inside of me for the rest of the night.” She pulled back, saw Brad’s flushed cheeks, and listened to him try to catch his breath. His chest moved in vain, unable to catch up. She was in complete control of him now, and she loved the way the power surged within her, driving her to make him crazy with and for her. She’d never been this brazen before, and from the look on Brad’s face, it didn’t seem he minded. This realization made her want him even more, to give him what he should have been getting all along, to show him what he could get whenever he wanted it, if he would only get out of his own way.
“Yes,” he whispered.
It was all Sophie needed to hear before she took Brad in her mouth, this time moving with purpose. She wanted him to come and then she wanted to take her time with him. It only took seconds before Brad exploded, warm liquid sliding down Sophie’s throat. His body tensed, then shook as if he’d lost all his energy and struggled to keep himself upright. Sophie released him, and he rolled over, his breathing now erratic and labored. She happily noticed how much of him was still there, waiting to fill her, even after ejaculating.
“Do you need a break?” she asked.
He shook his head. “I don’t ever want a break from you.Ever.” He reached over and pulled her on top of him, lifted her hips and pulled down her shorts and panties with surprising ease.
Holy recovery, Batman.
He rolled over again, fluid with her body, moving it like it was an extension of his own. It was so damn hot to watch and even hotter to feel what he could do to her. She imagined all sorts of possibilities, but they were cut short when his tongue slid between her legs to where she was flooded with moisture and heat.
She’d always been self-conscious about men going down on her, and Drew had never tried. But now, she spread her legs, eager at the insistence of Brad’s hands that grasped her ankles, not caring how she tasted, just wanting him,needinghim inside her in any way she could get him.
She lay there on her back, her abdomen twitching with delight and sensory overload. She ran her hands through Brad’s long hair, tangling her fingers in his locks, finally knowing that exquisite pleasure for herself. She pulled him closer to her sex and shuddered as his tongue trailed along her clitoris, while simultaneously he sucked, drawing her into his mouth completely. He explored inside her for what seemed like an eternity, until he pulled away suddenly.
Sophie would have wondered what was wrong, but before she could form half a coherent thought, Brad had flipped her onto her stomach and pushed her knees up under her. Now it was her turn to catch her breath. Her insides screamed with pleasure as Brad’s mouth found her again, this time from behind. His tongue twisted inside her in ways she hadn’t known were possible, never mind enjoyable. She screamed into the closest hotel pillow she could grab as his tongue traced her opening up towards the center of her most intimate areas. Brad seemed to take her banshee war cry as a good sign and moved quicker within her to her ever-loving delight.
When he left her, the area ached with exquisite desire for more, for the attention that she had gone too long without to come back. She understood, though, when his tight stomach pressed against her backside. He reached for the bedside table, grabbed a small, metallic package that she hadn’t noticed previously. She nodded fervently, unable to form words, but that him unwrapping that package meant that she could take him inside her quicker. So, she was all for it. His tongue found her again, darting in and out of her, sending shock waves of desire rippling through her as she wondered how much longer she could last.
What Sophie couldn’t wrap her head around was how he could keep his mouth on her and unsheathe the condom at the same time—a feat she’d thought only existed in bad adult movies. Now she understood she’d been jilted in more ways than one by Drew.
Brad had definitely raised the bar.
She looked over her shoulder, her breasts teased by the soft cloth of the comforter, and watched Brad slide the condom on his impressive shaft. Even though she was expecting it, begging for it with a whispered, sultry, “yes, yes, YES,” she was still shocked when he moved his mouth and placed himself inside her instead. Her eyes went big, and she almost came right then. He filled her completely, and she marveled that in this way too, it was like he was meant for her.
Brad thrust inside her, his hands cupping and massaging her breasts from behind, and it took almost no time for her to come. She closed in around him, the pulsing and shuddering coming in waves, each one more powerful than the next. Brad continued grinding into her, despite the fact that she didn’t know if she could take any more. She was consumed with every feeling—physical and emotional. It only took him moments to join her in convulsions of ecstasy, though, at which point he collapsed on top of her, as breathless as she was. She fell to the mattress, both of their bodies spent and shaking.
His fingertips ran over her shoulders, sending ripples of passion through Sophie. His lips pressed gently on the sensitive skin at the nape of her neck, and she thought she could die happy right there. When he laid her down, spooning her and massaging her shoulders, thighs, and breasts, she almost did. Drew was so anti-cuddling, considering it a waste of perfectly good time that could be spent filing motions or emailing clients. This,thiswas completely different. Sophie felt seen and desired, not used, the way she’d felt with Drew.
They stayed this way—almost back to where they were before Jackie had tapped Sophie on the shoulder—until Brad pulled back from her again.
“That was, um…” he started. She turned her head halfway to him and giggled at the sheepish look on his face, like he’d been caught doing what they’d just done by his grandmother.
“Amazing? Life changing? Ridiculous?” she offered.
“Yes. All of the above. I mean, Jesus. I had no idea…” His loss for words was adorable, especially knowing how he’d made a career out of the damned things. She pulled his hand to her lips and kissed it, giving each finger the same attention while his lips played at the flesh of her earlobe again. Sophie trembled, and he tightened his grasp on her, growling low and primal against her shoulder.
