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I cupped the sack below his shaft, and he grabbed onto the bedpost to keep his balance. The near inhuman way he growled my name sent a jolt of lust through me. My nerve endings were on full alert, ready to fire as soon as he touched me. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked as hard as I dared.
He cupped my face, stroking my jaw. “Amazing. I’m so fucking close.”
The stuttering way he thrust his hips and the ragged seesaw of his breathing would have told me he was on the edge without his words. I’d done it, pushed him to his breaking point. Me, the woman who a few weeks ago thought orgasms were fine but nothing to get excited about. I’d been so fucking wrong. Seeing this big strong cowboy reduced to a shuddering pile of need was glorious.
“I’m not coming in your mouth. Not tonight.” Atley staggered back like a drunk leaving the bar.
I looked up at him and wiped the moisture from my lips in a slow and deliberate motion, holding his gaze as he tried to catchhis breath. He held out a hand and helped me up. I kicked away my panties as I stood.
“You are beyond sexy on your knees, making me lose my mind.” He kneaded my ass and held me flush against his throbbing cock.
“I liked it.”
He cursed and kissed me like I was something precious, all tenderness and restraint. A warmth that had nothing to do with lust unfurled in my chest, digging into my heart. It had been too long since a man had made me feel cherished. I wasn’t sure how to process my reactions, but surely the tears that burned the back of my eyelids weren’t the right way.
This was just sex, I’d said it myself.
I took over the kiss, pushing past tender, navigating us back to the safety of white-hot burning passion.
“You ready for more?” he asked when we finally broke apart. He nuzzled my jaw and scraped his teeth over my collarbone.
“Yes.” Like I’d have said anything else. I wanted him more than ever. More than I had the morning after our first night together. More than I had just minutes ago. I wasn’t sure when I’d be sated, but I was willing to try quenching my burning desire for Atley any chance I had.
“Rae, I remember your opinion of missionary.” He turned, pulled a condom from the nightstand, and lay back on the bed, rolling it down. “Climb on.”
He stroked down his latex-covered shaft while I crawled onto the bed. Watching the lazy pull of his hand up and down his length made me lightheaded.
I straddled him, lining his length up with my entrance. Inch by inch, I took him inside me, hot and thick until I had all of him. I rolled my hips and settled my full weight down. His throbbing length filled me completely, the empty ache in my center filled to perfection.
I tossed my head as I rocked back and forth. He settled his hands lightly at my waist. As I moved, the callouses on his fingers grazed my skin, sending sparks rushing in all directions. His eyes roamed over my body, hot and possessive. The burning heat of his stare made me feel like the most ravishing woman in the world.
“Nothing better than watching you ride.” He tilted his hips, pushing his cock deeper still.
“Fuck.” I dropped a hand to his chest, my fingers spearing through his crisp dark hair.
I’d started at a slow lope, savoring the drag of my clit over his body. Tension wound tighter in my belly, urging me to pick up speed. I rushed headlong into a gallop that would send me over the edge into ecstasy sooner rather than later.
“Keep going. You’re taking me with you.” He held me tighter, his hands on my ass as his hips pounded up into me.
I was flying on the edge of the stratosphere, ready to burst into a million pieces. Near sobbing. Dark spots filled the edges of my vision.
“Not yet, darling. Don’t you dare stop.” He ground out the words through a clenched jaw.
My insides coiled tight as the first spasm rocketed through me. I tossed my head back, eyes closed, trembling as he urged me on. I kept riding him harder and faster, urged on by wave after wave of mind-scrambling, body-shaking release.
“Rae, yes.” He closed his arms around me and hugged me to his chest as he shook with his own violent orgasm. Murmuring my name, he thrust his hips a few final times, clutching me so tight I could hardly breathe.
We collapsed, utterly spent. Sweat slicked our bodies, and our harsh breathing filled the room like a white noise machine.
“Darling,” he rasped, his voice as low and deep as I’d ever heard it, “you owe me a hat.”
I didn’t even have the strength left to tell him he’d have to come get it.
He disposed of the condom, and we lay in a heap of satisfaction for what could have been minutes or hours. He caressed my shoulder, dragging his rough fingertips over my skin in a mindless, shapeless pattern. Back in Dallas, at the hotel, he’d propped open a balcony door and let in the sound and smell of rain. Tonight, it was only us. Listening to his heartbeat under my ear was startlingly intimate.
I shifted away from his chest, turning to get comfortable in a position where I could escape the steady thump of his heart. Fidgeting, I twisted onto my side, my head pillowed on his arm, his gentle exhales huffing softly across the back of my neck. I turned again, and he clamped his arm around me.
“You’re thinking too loud. A penny for your thoughts?” He pressed a kiss to the nape of my neck.
