I’ve always been his.
The suction of my mouth muffles my moans as his sounds run wild. Grunting, guttural groans reverberate in his chest and charge the air with enough sexual energy to raise the hairs on my nape.
“Fuck, Conor.” His head drops back, exposing the taut cords in his neck. He clamps his hands against my scalp and drives my movements, fucking my face, and panting heavily. “I’m so close. Shit. Oh God, fuck, I’m gonna fucking come.”
His eyes latch onto mine, and my pussy clenches. I sheath my teeth, suck him hard, and send him over the edge. I’m so hungry for him my heart rate explodes with the first gush of his release against my throat. He throbs against my tongue, grunting and moaning as he empties himself in my mouth.
His legs tremble beneath my hands, and his fingers move to my face, roving across my lips where they seal around his softening cock.
“Now I can take my time with you.” He slips from my mouth, shoves off his jeans and underwear, and hoists me onto the bed.
His hands grip my thighs, and with a forceful yank, he brings my butt to the edge of the mattress. Then he buries his face between my legs.
I fall back, melting beneath the wet hot sensations of his lips and tongue. The scruff of his whiskers burns my skin, and his fingers dig against my thighs, holding me open for his punishing mouth.
He eats me like he’s starving. The same starvation that depletes my lungs and coils in my core. His teasing flicks and bites ignite an unbearable need inside me, driving me to madness.
“I need your cock.” I squirm beneath him, tugging on the messy brown strands of his hair.
But there’s no denying him. He devours my pussy until I detonate against his mouth and slump into a puddle of spent limbs and liquid pleasure.
He prowls up my body and scoots us to the center of the bed. Knees between my legs, he stretches me open, his cock hanging hard and long between us, twitching with readiness.
This is really happening. It won’t be stolen from us this time. It’s not faceless or nameless. It’s just him and me and vibrating awareness.
“It took us twenty-two years to get here.” I wrap a hand around his steely girth and stroke a hoarse moan from his throat.
He lowers his mouth to mine, filling my horizon with his sexy bedroom eyes. “You know what they say about hard-earned happiness.”
“We won’t be so quick to part with it.” I kiss his scruffy jaw. “No matter what happens, I’ll fight for this. For us. For—”
His tongue parts my mouth and feeds on my words, flooding my taste buds with the tang of my arousal.
It’s a touching, sweltering, slow-burn kiss that sizzles through my veins and smolders the passion between us. His lips worship mine, and his hand holds my face, orienting my head as he ravages me, lick by wicked lick.
The lazy swirls of his tongue, his caressing fingers, his soft groans of contentment—this is my cowboy, devoted and patient, taking his time, indulging himself while building a fire that will never burn out.
As that fire grows and roars into something more demanding, he edges back. Not to end this, but to bask in the moment before we begin.
He runs his fingers up my bare arms, sending electricity to my heart, his eyes firmly fastened on mine.
Staring isn’t what I’d call it. His gaze inhabits, like it belongs on my face, connecting us between slow, infrequent blinks.
His eyes remind me of a fine-grained saddle, deep brown with striations of golden hues. Tough and dependable, crafted to hold and support through years of hardship.
He moves closer with those eyes that peer so deeply into mine. Then he whispers my name as the wide crown of his cock breaches me.
Slowly, he sinks inside, and a long groan vibrates in his throat. His sounds, the intense feel of him, the warmth of his breath on my lips—he’s my heaven.
He begins to thrust, and my breathing grows shallow. The focused look on his face melts me into the mattress, the pleasure enormous, gripping my body with bursts of sensations. I squirm against the invasion, throwing my head back and gulping for air.
With a finger on my chin, he directs my face to his, his gaze absorbing the hunger in mine and returning it tenfold. There’s no smile in his expression. Only white-hot intensity, the sparks of what will soon become an inferno.
He drives deeper inside me, and my inner walls relax, welcoming him, needing more. Being with him in such an intimate way is mind-blowing. He is love and safety. A proven cure for the soul.
His deep grunts are therapeutic. His kisses are remedies, but it’s the feel of his body inside me that heals. Or maybe it’s all of him and all of me combined.