Page 61 of Any Cowboy of Mine
Sophie’s cheeks flushed the color of her lips, and the glimmer in her eyes told him all he needed to know. Then, she put a small, delicate hand on his chest and with a husky voice, told him, “I love you, too.”
He bent down to kiss her once on each cheek, then moved his lips to her exposed collarbone. With those three words enveloping them, the mood of the room changed. He wanted her as badly as he’d ever wanted anything in his life, but he wanted to slow down, show his appreciation for all that he saw, all that she was to him.
Before he moved to her blouse, Brad put his hands around her hips, cupping them under her taut backside, and used his tongue to graze a trail up to the top of her thigh, just before her bikini line. She trembled beneath him, and he bit back a grin that showed just how much he was enjoying watching her writhe beneath him. He did the same to the other leg and just as he got to the top of her thigh, she parted for him. He took the opening as an opportunity he didn’t want to miss.
Moving his lips over just a few inches, he engulfed himself in her sex. She smelled salty, like the ocean on a breezy day, and his brain went foggy he was so consumed with lust for her. He wanted to taste her, smell her, devour her, leave her never wanting anything more.
His tongue played gently with her at first, exploring her soft folds and valleys. She moved under him, shifting each time he discovered a new place that would send shock waves of ecstasy across her entirety. After three waves rolled through her, he knew just what to do to bring her to the place he wanted her, and he let his mouth take over on a quest to make Sophie cum.
Her legs tensed, trembled. He used his hands to calm her body as he brought her to the point of climax, massaging her hips, running his fingertips across her stomach under her blouse. She was almost there, calling out to him that she was close, so he slowed, teasing only the entrance to her sex with the tip of his tongue.
“No,” she breathed out in a small shudder. “Please. Please don’t stop right now, Brad. I want you so bad it hurts.” He understood completely, an ache building inside him until he was almost unable to continue.
He moved up her body, covering her stomach with kisses before running his hands up to her breasts and pulling her shirt over her head. He moaned with pleasure to discover that she hadn’t had a bra on at all, that the cleavage her sweater exposed was her, natural and perfect. Her nipples were as hard as he was, so he used his tongue to show her how much that pleased him.
Brad had just begun to nibble on her neck when she used her legs to flip him over on his back, a sexy move that ended with her straddling him. He laughed, a throaty, seductive sound that emanated from somewhere primal within him. This woman was going to keep him on his toes, he thought not for the first time, and probably not the last either. Her strength in all ways never ceased to impress and intoxicate him.
Sophie laughed in kind; hers more playful than his. She took advantage of her position of power to keep his legs locked beneath her—how, he couldn’t figure out, since she weighed half what he did. She was strong though, and watching the muscles in her thighs work to keep him pinned down made him want to struggle against her more to see what else she was capable of.
He didn’t get a chance, however, because she took her revenge on getting her close and backing off. She began where he did, inside his thighs, using her hands to trail close to his now-rock-hard member, and her tongue to tease the tip of him. He wanted so badly to tell her to stop, or to go faster, harder, anything but this gentle in-between that felt like purgatory.
Instead, he cocked his hips the little that her legs would allow so that her mouth took in more of him. She took the hint that he wanted to be deeper inside her and put her whole mouth over him, still using her tongue to tease parts of him he hadn’t known were so sensitive before. Her hands cupped his balls firmly, and he gasped with pleasure.
Sophie’s mouth worked up and down him with expert precision. He wondered if he’d ever felt so passionate about a lover before, or had one who loved him with equal desire. He was close to coming and squeezed her shoulders to warn her. She kept going, though, faster, so he was almost blind with lust. He growled, his hands fisted in her hair, keeping her there as he shuddered and released himself within her.
He shook, from the arches of his feet that contracted and released, to his arms that could barely unclench from their entanglement in Sophie’s luscious hair that swirled around him like coffee and cream. His aching, rather than subside after his release, built and emanated through him so that he was aware of every nerve ending, every cell in his body in a way he hadn’t been before.
She rose and nuzzled up against him but kept her hand on his penis, which to his great surprise was still hard to her touch. Sophie was like a goddamn magician, capable of defying the laws of physiology to make him recover and want her again so quickly.
Even though he could have closed his eyes and fallen asleep for twelve hours straight, Brad rolled Sophie over with ease, feeling her light and nimble beneath him. She squealed with delight and spread her legs so he could slide inside her. He reached over to his bed stand and, with record-breaking speed and finesse, put on a condom, throwing the wrapper without caring where it landed. He wanted her, and he wanted her now. As he filled every bit of her with his hard member, they both moaned simultaneously. He hooked Sophie’s legs around his neck and drove into her, causing her to scream with pleasure. That was all he needed. He thrust hard and fast, feeling her wet, warm walls close in around him.
“I love you,” he spoke into her hair, the tendrils tickling his chin, sending shudders through his body that magnified his feelings as he thrust deeper into Sophie. She squeezed his hips in response to his declaration, pulling him in closer to her.
She was wet and supple, and Brad could barely contain himself from coming a second time. But he fought against it, biting the inside of his lip so that he could finally get Sophie to where he’d been. He wanted nothing more than to feel her succumb to him, happy and fulfilled.
He released her legs, and without leaving her, turned her around so that he was behind her, her legs underneath him, with her sex against the bed. He rocked, slowly at first, noticing how different and amazing this felt, not to mention what a perfect view he had of Sophie’s ass, round and full, beneath him. Goddammit, it was all he could do not to explode inside her right then.
After taking his time with her for no more than a minute, Brad began to thrust harder and faster, rocking Sophie’s body against the bed. She called out his name between moans and gasps and cries of desire.
“I’m close,” she called. He thrust once more, farther inside of her than he’d been yet, feeling her walls close in around him. Her scream for more made it almost impossible to continue, but he pushed inside her three more times until she let out a feral yell, one of desire being met, and of ultimate release. On the last thrust, Brad came and collapsed to the side of Sophie. He turned her so that he could stay inside her, and planted small kisses on her shoulders and neck, each one eliciting a purr of contentment from Sophie.
“Sophie,” he started. She replied with a soft murmur. “I’m so in love with you.”
She turned slowly, letting him slide out of her, and her eyes were moist.
“How do you know?” she asked. But the smile trembling on her lips told him he wasn’t wrong in feeling this way about her.
“I guess I’ve known since that first night, when I wanted nothing more than to make you laugh, to see that crooked smile of yours come out from behind your hand for good, to hear you talk about everything and nothing and discover that it makes perfect sense to me.”
Tears flowed freely now down Sophie’s cheeks. Brad wiped them as well as he could with the heel of his palm.
“I love you, too, Brad,” she said. “I’ve felt it for about as long, too. With some breaks for drama in between.” Brad laughed, his lips against her ear. Her voice was soft, gentle, filled with emotion. He might cry himself, he was so happy to hear those words from her, not just in the throes of passion. They meant more than they ever did with Julia, with anyone else. “Can we just stay here forever?” she mumbled into his chest.
Brad sighed. “I wish. There’s something I have to do first, and I want it done as soon as possible. I wouldn’t mind if you came with me, either. Since you offered, I mean.” He winked at her.
“Back to work?”
“Again, I wish. No, to my mother’s. It’s time she and I had a little chat about her role in my life if she doesn’t accept you as the biggest part of it.” He made to get up, to leave the bed, but her arm pinned him in place.
