Page 38 of Revelry (Cowgirls Do It Better #2)

She stared at me with those wide eyes that practically begged me to ravage her.

“So do you.”

I nipped her bottom lip before tracing a line of kisses down her jaw and pressing my palm into her center.

Her hips rocked to meet my hand and each time I moved it just out of reach.

I sucked hard on her neck, a crude sense of satisfaction at leaving a mark on her making my dick harder.

I wanted to mark her, wanted all other men to know she was mine.

This neanderthal side to myself was new and interesting.

I’d never been with a woman that I needed like Gertrude.

My mind wanted to take it slow, screaming at me to make sure it was perfect for her.

That everything I did was perfect but my body and heart said to do whatever the fuck I could, just touch her now.

I slid a finger under the leg of her panties and stroked through her lips.

“Christ, Gertrude, you’re fucking soaking.”

“Sorry, Tate. I know you don’t like mess and—” she began, but I cut her off.

“Oh sugar, this is the one time I want mess. I want it messy and dirty and everything you can give me. You’re perfect, so damn perfect,” I sighed as I tangled my hand in her hair and pulled her to me, kissing her hard and needing to silence all her concerns.

“I need you shirtless. I want to feel you,” she breathed, tugging at my shirt. I pulled it over my head and shucked off my jeans.

Wrapping my arms around her, I rolled us onto our sides, tugging her to me and feeling her soft body pressed against mine, moaning at the connection. She slung a leg over my hips and started rubbing against me, my palm splaying over her ample ass cheek and squeezing.

Our breaths picked up as we rocked into each other, the pace increasing slowly along with the intensity.

It filled the air around us and I stared into her eyes as I hit a spot that had gasps and moans falling from her lips.

I drank in her expression, seeing what drove my wild girl wilder and what made her eyes roll back into her head.

And when it all got too much, I put some space between us and tried to control my rampaging pulse.

I rolled over and rummaged in the drawer for a condom that I hoped to God hadn’t expired. In the dim light I managed to see that it hadn’t, thank the Lord, and tore into that packet quicker than I’d ever moved before.

When I turned back to Gertrude, she was smirking at me. Such a Cheshire cat smile and I returned it. “What are you smiling at?”

She shook her head. “Just you.”

My heart kicked sharply in my chest, winding me for a moment at her crazy hair, red swollen lips and sparkling eyes. Not to mention the pure picture of perfection that was her naked body. All dips and valleys and soft places I wanted to kiss and lick and squeeze.

But that would have to wait, I just needed to be inside her.

I tugged my damp boxers off and rolled on the condom before pulling her satin panties down, splaying my hand over her thighs, spreading them and taking in the heart of her.

Dark hair, neatly trimmed into a little strip that led to my new paradise.

I’d tasted her before but looking at her, my mouth watered for another.

I slid down the bed and lifted one thigh, burying my face between her legs and inhaling deeply before sliding my tongue up the split of her. Her strangled moan filled the room and I had to count back from ten to stop from coming too soon.

This was a mistake, I was too keyed up, but I also couldn’t stop. I reached up and plucked a nipple with one hand, the other wrapped around the thigh clamping my head in place. I flicked my tongue over her clit before slipping down and spearing inside her, pinching her nipple hard.

“Wait, wait, wait, stop,” she huffed, trying to pull away.

“Why?”

“I want to come with you inside me.”

“Then come now and come again. You can do both, right?”

She hesitated. “Can I?”

“Hell yes,” I growled and went back to work getting her there. The doubt in her voice had killed me, like she’d never been granted more than one orgasm in a row before and I hated her ex even more than I thought possible. How selfish was he?

“I’m going to wake up. Any minute now I’m going to wake up,” she chanted above me, like she thought she was dreaming. I stifled a laugh, instead thrusting two fingers inside her and sucking her clit hard, humming over it and that tipped her over the edge.

She gripped my hair tight, rocking her hips into my mouth until I pinned her in place and made her feel every excruciatingly blissful moment. She cried out, shaking and puffing out her breaths as she came down.

I trailed kisses over her thighs and hips, her round stomach and nipped just under her breast before kissing her lips. I expected her to pull away but she opened wide, swirling her tongue into my mouth, no doubt tasting herself and I loved it. She wasn’t squeamish about kissing after I’d eaten her.

As we kissed, I gripped her thighs and rolled us so she was straddling me. She moved her hips in a slow, undulating wave over me. My head sank back onto the pillow as I watched her, grasping her hips, my fingers sinking into her flesh and she stopped.

“No Gertrude, keep going. Ride me,” I exhaled.

She reached between us and put me at her entrance, slowly easing me inside her with teasing movements.

An inch at a time before she backed off and started again.

Sweat coated my chest and I was sure I would explode the moment I was fully seated inside her.

“Gertrude, stop playing,” I scolded.

“But I’m having fun. You wanted to have fun, didn’t you?”

I groaned. “I’m having so much fun that I’m worried about how quickly the fun will be over.”

“Good thing we can do this again then, isn’t it?” she teased before sliding all the way down and a strangled sound left my lips as she clenched her walls around me, gripping me so tight.

So perfect.

“Holy fuck,” I huffed out.

And then she began to move.

I’d never been particularly loud in the bedroom but something about this woman brought out my uninhibited side.

She bounced on my dick like it was her life’s mission to get me off and I held out as long as I could, I really did.

She was just so warm and wet and tight on me.

And the sight of her beautiful breasts bouncing right in front of my face destroyed any restraint.

Especially when she cupped them and tweaked her nipples, her head dropping back on a moan.

I tried to lift my hips but she wouldn’t let me. She made me lay there and just take it. I wasn’t in control and I hated it. But it was also the most intense pleasure of my life. Because I trusted her and I wanted her to feel good. And hell, she felt fucking amazing.

I licked my thumb and swiped it over her clit, another loud moan falling from her and she whipped her head forward to watch me as I rubbed. Trying to get her ready to fall when I did and I was struggling to hold back any longer.

“Gertrude…” I warned.

“Let go,” she said breathlessly. “Just let go, Tate. Trust me.”

I did.

I trusted her.

Heat snapped at my spine and rushed up through me with a groan and my whole body clenched as I came, the most mind-numbing orgasm I’d ever had.

And right in the middle, she flew over the edge, clamping down over me and squeezing me tight.

My breath stuttered at the sensation, the heightened pleasure that came from her and me together.

Gertrude collapsed onto my chest, her flesh sticking to mine and I wound my arms around her back as we caught our breath. Pressing soft kisses to her shoulder and neck, I licked over the mark I’d left and felt satisfied as hell it was there.

It was perfect, her weight on me, surrounding me. The blissful peace and sheer contentment I felt. I wasn’t ready to let her go, didn’t want her to roll off me so I kept her close, kept her pressed against me.

And then the little flutter of anxiety hit my chest, because I was starting to get the feeling that I might never want to let her go.