The Cowboy's Baby(33)

Then, he was stripping his own shirt off over his head and Esme momentarily forgot how to breathe.

As many times as she’d imagined seeing him shirtless – of the sculpted musculature that must lie beneath his clothes – nothing was as arousing – as inspiring – as seeing it in person. Massive, cut shoulders led down into a narrow waist, defined pectorals and rippling abs. It was the kind of body that came from hard work rather than cosmetic pursuit, and as Esme appreciated it, her womb clenched in longing.

Sitting up, she molded her mouth to his once more, savoring the groan that reverberated against her lips as she reached for the waistband of his jeans. As he nibbled at the lobe of her ear, she undid the button and slowly eased the zipper down, sucking in a breath at the heat that pressed against her hand.

The man was immense. The erection that strained against his boxer briefs already beaded with moisture creating a darker spot against the fabric. Licking her lips, Esme lowered Daniel’s jeans enough for him to shimmy from them – and then, they were equally unclad. When his body slid enticingly against hers, she lie willingly back against the blanket. The press of his arousal against her made her squirm and Esme couldn’t ever remember wanting anything as badly as she wanted him inside of her at that moment.

“I don’t want to hurt you…” Daniel’s drawl came low and heady against her ear. “You or the baby.” His fingers curled into the hem of her panties to slide them down her legs slowly. When he returned to her, it was to kiss her neck hotly, making her shiver. “I’ll be as gentle as I can…but I want you, Esme. I’ve wanted you for a goddamn age and a half.”

At the first touch of his erection against her slick lower lips, a soft cry escaped her. Esme spread her legs wantonly, arching against him, and he slid deep – so deep that she gripped his behind, moaning his name in near-delirium.

So good.

So deliciously right.

Daniel groaned her name as his pelvis settled flush against hers, burying his face in her shoulder a moment before he began to slowly piston his hips. Esme dug her heels into the blanket, pressing back against every delicious thrust as the man proceeded to undo her with every gasp – every low, thrumming moan.

Esme’s head fell back as he worked his body against hers, undulating his hips in motions that made stars shoot to life before her vision. She clung to him as best she could, moving in tandem – or in opposition when it drove him deeper inside her wanting passage. There was something ridiculously arousing – something animalistically primal about going at it outdoors where anyone could just come upon them. Even though Daniel had promised her that they wouldn’t be disturbed, Esme still felt a thrill of added excitement with every thrust

She shuddered with each contact of his hips against hers, feeling the tip of him kiss her womb with every movement. Her orgasm was cresting quickly – building until she was on the precipice of the ultimate pleasure.

And then, she sensed it.

As tender as Daniel was being – as breathtaking as the groans spilling against her shoulder were – he was holding himself back. Every muscle in his body was stained taut, and she could feel his teeth clenched against her flushed skin. Esme kissed her way up the side of his neck with hot presses of her lips until she reached his ear, arching her hips against his to take him even deeper. “Let go, Daniel.” She begged him on a breathy, pleasure-filled moan. “Give it to me. All of it.”

As if some invisible switch had been thrown, the man’s grip on her hips tightened a moment before his next thrust, lifting her body. As he touched a place within her she hadn’t even known existed, Esme came with blinding force, clinging to Daniel for dear life.

But he didn’t stop. The man continued with his fingers curled into her hips hard enough to leave bruises. He lifted her against him, angling her to meet the slide of his body until the young woman was a writhing mess of sensation against him. Despite just having come down from one of the most intense orgasms of her existence, she was immediately driven back toward another peak.

Daniel growled, low and steady, against her ear, the sounds of their flesh connecting a stark contrast to the peaceful landscape around them. He whispered obscenities that she couldn’t have imagined coming from his mouth, driving her passion higher and higher until he thrust once more – clutching her to him so she had absolutely no escape before spurting his seed deep within her in a series of hot jets that had her coming apart once more in his arms.

For a moment, she just lay in his arms, a thin sheen of sweat glinting from her body as she attempted to catch her breath.