Page 59 of His True Mate

“Not this guy.”

“Well, I like this guy,” I did confess.

The log we were sitting on wasn’t comfortable at all and I was pretty sure I was going to have a splinter in my butt from sitting on it.

I got up and straddled him instead.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting comfortable. That log is terrible.”

He grinned. “I know. Normally I’d have a bed roll with me out here. And this is how we’d all be laying around the fire.”

He grabbed me by the waist and lifted me into the air as he scooted to the ground until his head was resting on the log and his feet were nearly to the fire. Then he settled me back on top of him.

“I guess if it wasn’t for the hard ground under you, that would be okay.”

“It’s a great way to just find peace as you look up into the night’s sky.”

I rocked back feeling him hard between my legs and I looked up in the sky.

“Wow. I’ve never seen so many stars. It’s beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful,” he corrected.

I looked down to see the heated look in his eyes as he stared up at me.

My mouth went dry and then it started to water.

I moved just a little to test his reaction. We’d had sex every morning and night since our first time together. But out here exposed to the elements with an audience of stars above, it felt different somehow.

Reaching down between us, I stroked him until he moaned. His arms were behind his head, and I knew he was giving me freedom to explore him however I chose. I was in full control. It made me feel free and wild.

I sank myself down on him and then experimented with different motions and speeds.

My body was hot, and I was pretty sure I was nearing sensory overload just letting myself explore all the ways that felt good to me.

I moaned loudly and let my hands run up my body until I cupped my breasts and twirled my nipples between my fingers imagining it was Clay’s hands instead.

He stayed relatively still just watching my every move.

As I started to feel that now familiar build towards an orgasm, I picked up the pace rocking against him back and forth much like I’d ride a bronco.

The pressure was continuing to build as I yelled out his name.

When I let my hand sink down to the juncture of our connection and I touched myself as I’d experienced him doing once before, Clay growled.

I loved seeing him so worked up. He cursed and could no longer just lie there watching. His hands found my waist and he set a faster, harder, more desperate pace as I rode my cowboy.

“Clay!” I cried out gasping for breath as my body shook all over.

I felt him come just as hard within me as he grunted and cursed.

I finally collapsed down onto his chest panting. My heart was racing in my ears and pleasure washed through me.

We laid there in silence for a few minutes before he pointed up into the sky.

“Look!”