Page 39 of A Cowboy's Trust

“My turn.” It came out a half growl, half curse.

Tansy eased back on his thighs, lifting her chin. Her perfect breasts aimed straight at him.

Jake shifted the pot to beside his hip so he wouldn’t have to interrupt his explorations. Carefully, he dipped one finger into the moist mess then lifted his hand toward her torso.

She took a deep breath, and her breasts rose tantalizingly.

Jake redirected and drew a muddy line down Tansy’s nose.

Laughter burst free. “Jake.”

“Being spontaneous,” he told her proudly. “Also, I’m not mudding up your tits until I’ve had a chance to do this.”

He wrapped his hands around her hips and hefted her upward to line up properly. Leaning close, he curled his lips over the peak of her right breast and sucked the tight tip into his mouth.

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Tansy’s vision of what would happen that afternoon had been foggy, but she had hoped, after experiencing Jake’s kisses, that the chemistry between them would continue to flare brightly.

Oh hell, yes. Bright. Dazzlingly bright. Super-nova, earth-shatteringly, blindness-inducing bright.

Jake’s torso was covered with stripes of mud, but his hands were still mostly clean. He held her with his right arm and cupped a breast with his left hand, squeezing and kneading as he made happy sounds and kept sucking. The edge of his teeth rasping over her tender skin sent a shot of pure lust directly between her legs.

“God, I don’t know if I want to haul you off so I can kiss you or keep you right where you are.” Tansy gulped as Jake switched sides, nipping and pinching and driving her wild. “Both,” she decided. “Somehow both would be good.”

He laughed, which sadly moved him off her body. The heat in his eyes was worth it, though. “We have time, Tansy. Don’t be blue. Or should I say yellow?”

Ignoring the fact her action streaked him with mud, she caught his face in her hands and tilted until they made eye contact. “You looked up what a tansy is.” Laughter bubbled at the back of her throat.

“On a naturalist blog.” He looked far too pleased with himself. “Don’t tell me that’s what you’re thinking about right now, though. Seems I have to up my game.”

Huge smile in place, he stroked his way down her breasts again, one hand drifting away to dip briefly into the mud pot. When he held up his thoroughly coated fingers for her approval, Tansy took another deep breath.

Time to go for it. “Do your worst.”

His worst was torment. One caressing touch after another, he painted. Lines on her ribs, circles around her breasts, zigzags on her sides.

When he meticulously drew a triangle around her belly button, Tansy growled at him. “Jake.”

“Art class was never my favourite, but maybe I didn’t have the right canvas,” he said with amusement.

Torn between laughing and crying, Tansy went for hugging the stuffing out of him, which slicked them both with mud.

Jake chuckled, but he curled his arms around her and reciprocated the embrace. “You’re a nut,” he told her.

“You agreed to this, so, ditto.”

She kissed him then, slow and deep and hot, rocking over the thick length of his cock. Tongues and teeth and lips and heated breaths mingling, Jake caught her hips and added to the rhythm. Dragging her higher, harder, until gasps and grunts carried on the air with an animalistic soundtrack.

Tansy ground down hard and found that final kick she needed, an orgasm breaking over her with a hot, quick burst of pleasure. Gloating satisfaction followed a second later as Jake groaned, shaking under her as he too found release.

They stared at each other, grins stretching from ear to ear.

“I guess I’m sort of a stick-in-the-mud, aren’t I?” Jake asked.

Tansy leaned her forehead on his and stared into his shining blue eyes. “Pogo stick, maybe. Thanks for the ride.”

Laughter continued through their clean up showers and the shared ride home.