Page 65 of CowSex

I curl my fingers and push the tip of my tongue hard against her clit as I look up the length of her body and watch her start to fall apart.

Her internal muscles spasm, her mouth drops open, and her legs press against my head.

I rest my chin against the strip of hair on her pubic bone and watch her head tilt back, I feel her pussy grip my fingers, and I listen to her groan, curse, and call out my name.

Gracie’s entire body twitches and trembles as her orgasm rolls through her, and I’ve never in my life seen a woman look more beautiful.

My skin tingles, my eyes burn, and my throat feels like it’s about to close. For one crazy minute, I think I’m gonna cry.

Gracie’s fingers tugging my head up towards hers snap me out of my little moment, and I crawl up her body, kissing a path across her soft belly, each of her nipples, her throat, and finally her mouth.

This kiss is different from the one we shared downstairs. Slower. Sensual. Our tongues stroke and taste each other, we explore and probe. She bites down on my bottom lip, I adjust my mouth and draw her tongue back inside, and it’s all done oh-so-fucking slowly. All so fucking softly.

The whole thing is all so fucking perfect.

GRACIE

I’VE NEVER FELT SO NEEDY—or plain wanty—in my entire life.

I just had a total body orgasm. Every part of me felt the pleasure that Koa just wrung out of me, but it isn’t enough. I want more.

He is kissing me senseless. This combined with the weight of his hard body pressed into my soft one is sending sparks across my skin. Little lightning bolts of sensation zapping me continually, building me back up, higher and higher.

“I need you inside me.” I pull my mouth away from his and speak into his neck. His skin smells clean. I’m not sure if he uses aftershave or just soap, but it’s intoxicating.

“Condoms, Gracie, where are your condoms?”

He starts to kiss down my body, but I grab his hair and lift his head so that his eyes can meet mine.

“I don’t have any condoms.”

His head jerks back, and I release my grip.

“What do you mean, you don’t have any condoms?”

“Exactly what I said. I didn’t come here planning to shag anyone. I thought I was gonna spend the next six months with Vance for company. He doesn’t sleep around, nor can he get me pregnant, so I don’t need condoms with him.”

He sits up on his knees and drags his spread fingers through his hair. His sexy as fuck magical fingers that probably smell like me.

“Fuck.” He rakes his top teeth over his bottom lip and strokes at his beard, looking as though he’s thinking.

“I don’t think I have any here. I wasn’t expecting this, either.”

Shit, does that mean he thinks I’m behaving whorey and giving it up too easily?

“You on the pill?”

“No. I was, but after splitting with Reggie, I thought I’d give my body a break. Like I said, I wasn’t expecting this.” I wave my hand between our torsos as I speak.

“Let me just go check my wallet, it’s in my bedroom.”

Koa climbs off the bed, and I watch his naked arse leave the room. It’s even more perfect than I ever could’ve imagined.

I stare at the ceiling for a few seconds and try to calm the squirming worms that are wriggling about in my belly.

I shift position slightly and am embarrassed to realise that I’m lying in a wet patch, all of my own making.

Getting off the bed, I pull the blankets back so that when Koa returns, we can lie on the crisp white sheets, no snail trail in sight.