Page 26 of My Cowboy Salvation
Hell. I want to see her eyes whenshe’sin control.
I pull out carefully, noticing her disappointment as I stand and bring her to her feet. Sliding past her, I take a seat on the spot she was just resting. “Your turn, baby. Show me what you like.” I tug on her hand to bring her down.
She straddles my lap, my dick now wedged behind her ass as I move her dress up so we can both see better.
Hell. She’s still wearing way too many clothes.
“Hold on,” I say and lift the bottom of her dress, slowly revealing the softness of her hips, her belly, then the naked buds of her small, perfect tits. I keep going, raising the dress over her head, then with a flick of my wrist, leave it to flutter somewhere to the floor below.
Now she’s sitting fully naked on my lap, and I can feel the heat of her pussy as it involuntarily flexes over me. “Now. Let’s try this again, baby. Take me inside you, Dylan.”
Her hands go to my shoulders, and she lifts herself up just enough to allow the tip of my cock to her opening, then slowly brings herself down over me.
Fuck. Me.
It takes enormous restraint not to close my eyes from the incredible pleasure of having her sheath herself over my dick. Dylan moves up and down, slowly at first, and then faster as the frenzy of pleasure builds. I rest one hand on her ass and lean forward, capturing a nipple in my mouth. Her pussy tightens almost unperceptively tighter over me as I suckle the delicate skin, my hand kneading the other nipple until I can switch and give it the same attention, all the while keeping my gaze on her face. She’s watching me, too, her mouth open as I suckle her, and her soft moans grow.
Her body suddenly arches up, her walls tightening around me as she finds her release, while I hold still, allowing her to the moment. But fuck if I’m done, and grabbing her ass, I somehow find my feet and carry her up the last few stairs until I place her on my bed. Kicking off my jeans, I toss my shirt off and climb over her.
Her legs wrap around me, and I don’t hesitate as I sink into her tightness, needing the pulsing heat of her pussy surrounding me as much as I need air. Then I’m thrusting, taking her, pleasuring her, and possessing her as I can sense she’s moving again toward another climax. When her strangled cry of pleasure fills the room, and her pussy tightens around me, I finally let the release I’ve been fighting explode. I shudder, thrusting a few more times until I’m completely spent. Discarding the condom, I sink on the bed and pull her into my arms as she brings her leg over mine.
There’s a niggling feeling of dread in the back of my head that wants to analyze what I just did with my son’s ex-girlfriend, but right now, I don’t want anything to ruin this perfect moment.
For just this little while, Dylan Harper is entirely mine.
* * *
Something wakesme up a couple of hours later, and I lie there for a few seconds, trying to process what I’m hearing. I turn to Dylan, but she’s facing away from. From the slight shudder of her shoulders followed by the sharp intake of breath, I know the sound is coming from her.
Rolling over, I rest my arm over her hip. “Is everything okay?”
She nods but doesn’t say anything. Immediately alarms ring in my head. “Dylan? What’s wrong?” I roll her onto her back so I can study her. A knot tightens in my chest as I see a sheen of tears on her cheek, even as she’s turning her head to hide them.
Alarmed, I sit up. “Fuck, Dylan. Did I hurt you? Is that it?” Another possibility crosses my mind. “Did I push too hard? Are you upset about what we did?”
This time, she turns her head so she can meet my gaze. “No. Far from it. It was just so… perfect. Being with you was-was…” She closes her eyes and takes a breath before opening them again. “I didn’t know it could be like that.”
Instantly the knot in my chest loosens, and I collapse on the pillows and draw her into my arms. “God, I was worried I hurt you.” I kiss the top of her head, feeling tears dripping down on my arm. “Do you usually cry when you’re satisfied?”
She smiles. “Not usually. There were just so many emotions that came over me, all good for the most part, that they overwhelmed me.”
“For the most part?”
She sighs. “Sorry, I don’t know what I’m saying. You? This? Perfect. It just brought to mind less perfect moments from my past. T-to Simon. Moments I want to forget.”
I’m not going to ask her to expand, as I can already figure out what she’s hinting at. “Well, Simon will never get a chance to hurt you again, Dylan. I’ll die before I let that happen.”
“Die?” She looks up. “Don’t even think about it, Logan. I would never forgive myself if anything happened to you.”
“Okay. I’ll get seriously maimed before I let that happen.”
She laughs. “Better.”
I’m trying not to stare at the soft pink of her nipples but the lengthening of my dick is making it difficult. Especially as it rises against the sheet tucked around me.
Only a second passes before her hand slides under the sheet to stroke me. Her touch is soft at first, then gets firmer as she tightens her grip, causing me to suck in air. “You don’t have to do this, Dylan. I’m here to comfort you, not the other way around.”
“But I want to. I want to make you feel even a fraction of the pleasure you’ve brought me.” She comes to her knees, her ass facing me as she licks my head, then slowly draws her lips over me until my head hits the back of her throat.