Page 40 of Cowboy in Colorado

Too good.

“Justfeel, Brooklyn.”

What is he, a mindfulness instructor?

Maybe he should be.

He thrusts in, exquisitely slowly, so I feel every last millimeter of him as he stretches my opening to slide through, veins stuttering against my taut-stretched nether lips, until he’s buried all the way inside me and our bodies meet with a clap of flesh. His eyes are locked on mine and his hand caresses down my thighs in a gesture of intimacy that leaves my heart hammering so hard I’m worried it will crack out of my ribcage. His hands, those hands, god, his hands areso big, so work-roughened, yet so gentle as they graze downward to my sex, his calluses scratching and scraping deliciously over the tender sensitive silk of my inner thighs. He leans against my legs and pulls back, his chest on my calves, pushing until I’m bent in half and further yet, until my knees flatten my breasts and my feet hang on to his shoulders.

A guy I once slept with wanted to watch porn first, so I indulged him, and this was a position he seemed to find particularly arousing, since it’s what led him to making the move on me. I disabused him of the notion that we would be engaging in that position—because I remember thinking how vulnerable it looked, how awkward and male-focused. Typical porn, right? Ofcourseshe seemed to find it thoroughly enjoyable, but that’s her job, to sell the video. It hadn’t looked comfortable then, and honestly it wasn’t comfortable.

I hate the weakness of it, the submissiveness, the vulnerability.

I’ve been at his mercy so much today, and this is yet another position I find myself in where he’s in control.

My lungs seize and my heart hammers and every muscle in my body is indeed tensed, and I’m about to tell him to just get off me if this is how he wants it.

And then he slams into me.

Once, without warning—hard.

I scream.

Scream.

I have never, ever, been so deeply penetrated. Never felt so full. It’s him, his size, his power, how thick he is inside me, but it’s this position, and I can’t help but feel all of him, and the rough way he begins to thrust, then, is beyond perfect because it sears away all my thoughts and all I can do is feel.

All I can do is feel.

Will.

I’m not crying. I’m not. Seriously.

It just feels so good—and I find myself relaxing. I let go, let the tension bleed out of me with every pumping, driving thrust, until there’s nothing left but the connection of our bodies. Will, inside me. Slicking out, pushing in.

“You like it, now, huh?” he asks.

I have no lies left inside me, no demurral, no manipulation. “Yes, dammit, I do.”

He has my knees pressed together, so my legs are sealed against each other from ankles to core. He straightens, pulling upright so his shaft bends away, and his hands carve down the inside of my thighs and he pushes them apart, nudging them open. I let him guide me, because I can’t not, in this moment—I may never trust anyone as much as I trust Will in this moment, and I swear to god I’ll never let myself sleep with him again because this could be the end of me, if I let this go any further—hecould be the end of me—

He spreads my legs apart, his hands gripping the backs of my knees, and he pushes until my knees are beside my breasts, and I’m curled back over onto myself, utterly spread apart for him, and for a moment I’m about to argue.

He sees my mouth open, and he grins, cutting me off. “Don’t. Just take it.” He pulls out slowly, abs flexing. “Trust me, relax, and just take me like this.”

I groan in frustration, because he’s so damn commanding, and some part of me just responds in a way I’ve never let a man cause me to respond. But with Will, I don’t seem to have a choice. I justrespond. It’s base instinct, automatic. Something deep inside me is just…bound to Will. Wrapped around him, mixed up with him, even though we just met and I’m not sure he even likes me despite being obviously attracted to me physically.

I close my eyes and drop my head to the mattress, and breathe myself to relaxation.

Once he sees me loosening the tension, he starts moving.

And HOLY HELL.

Oh god, oh no, oh dear. Oh shit.

Split apart.

Riven in two.