Cowboy Up(82)

Her head lifts slowly as she obeys. Her hair, no longer contained, tumbles around her face and over her chest. The ends tickle my hands against her breasts. Her eyes, so dark they almost look black, plead with me through hooded lids, and incoherent mumbles leave her mouth. Her kiss-swollen lips part as she starts panting, needing this as much as I do.

Opening my mouth wide, I close my lips around her pussy and stick my tongue into her entrance. Thrusting as deep as I can before lifting my head back slightly to lick her again, I hold her gaze and suck, flick, and lick her pussy until her eyes flutter closed and she screams out my name as her orgasm slams through her.

Releasing her breasts, I drag my hands down her body, and with one more closed-mouth kiss to her pussy, I turn my head and wipe my mouth against her thigh. Her legs fall open as I lift my shoulders from between her legs and climb up her body, thankful I stripped down before following her into bed. I glance at the clock on the nightstand and smirk.

“You look smug,” she pants drunkenly, out of breath and making my cock jerk, knowing I’m the reason she’s trying to catch her breath.

“I just made you come three times and even though I had your pussy wettin’ my lips for over an hour, I want more.”

“My heart is always goin’ to be racin’ around you, isn’t it?”

I smile at my wife as my hips start moving, gliding my thickness through her slickness, not entering her. She hisses each time the tip of my cock bumps her sensitive clit. “I hope so, darlin’.” Keeping my pace, I watch her dress move against her chest while I rock her body with my teasing. Her small tits jiggle slightly each time I thrust against her. The delicate fabric that goes around her shoulders to meet the strap across her back strains with each heavy breath. I wonder how hard I’d have to take her for those tits to break free of the fabric.

I come up on my knees and drink her in as I stroke my cock. The long skirt on her dress is bunched at her hips, her sex glistening in the low light, and those brown eyes I love are watching my fist as I work my length. When she moves quickly, it takes me a second to realize her mouth is suddenly around my cock and her tongue is swirling against the tip. Her hand wraps around mine, squeezing my stalled grip, and when I don’t move, she hums against my flesh. I grunt, clench my cheeks, and with my free hand brush her hair out of her face. Her hand squeezes me again and her eyes meet mine.

“Fuck me.” I hiss, seeing clear as day in those dark depths the pleasure she’s getting from sucking my cock.

My hand moves, letting her hold guide the movements as we start stroking the hard, needy flesh. Her mouth takes as much of my length as she can, which isn’t much, before swirling her tongue around me to repeat the process. It takes every ounce of my control to not come, but when I feel her teeth scrape against the underside of my cock, I see stars. With a bellow, I release my hand from her hold and hook her under her arms and toss her back against the bed. My body covers hers instantly and my mouth drops to hers. The sounds coming from the two of us are hungry as our tongues dance together.

Lifting my hips, I feel her arm move between us, and without any encouragement, she feeds my cock into her body. She screams out with the first hard stroke, but because of how long I primed her with my mouth, she has no trouble taking me completely. The shock of her pussy strangling me from tip to base is almost enough to have my come shooting deep into her, but I hold on and rumble a warning when she wiggles her hips.

“Please,” she begs.

“Don’t move,” I demand through thin lips, feeling a tiny burst of pre-come leave my cock. “Fuck.” I drop my forehead to her neck and try to measure my breathing and get ahold of my body.

“Clayton Davis, if you don’t start movin’ now, I’m goin’ to knock you on your ass and move for you.”

“Caroline Davis, if you don’t stop movin’ and let me have a minute, I’m gonna spank your ass and then move for you.”

“Yes.” She exhales, her eyes widening and her pussy clenching greedily and flexing against my cock.

“Goddamn,” I blow the word out with a hiss.

Pushing the thoughts of her liking the sound of me spanking her from my mind, I start to move, slowly gliding through her, in deep thrusts. Her nails scrape against my back, her mewls echoing and mingling with my low grunts, but it’s her slick heat rippling against my cock that almost does me in. I drop my mouth to her neck and start to kiss up the slim column until my lips are moving along her jaw. The whole time, my hips start to pick up speed. By the time I’ve covered her mouth with mine, she’s frantic, her hips surging off the bed to meet mine, our damp bodies slapping together, and her voice becoming hoarse as she screams out her release. Between the incredible feeling of her pussy clamping down on my cock and the expression on her face when she does, I can’t hold myself back any longer.