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Confident that my disguise was intact, I sighed with relief.
As I stood in just my red lingerie, I fanned my face, trying to diminish the hot flush that no doubt colored my cheeks to match my underwear.
I wanted to melt into the carpet and be stomped on by complete strangers forever.
Billy placed his fingers under my chin and raised my view to his stunning eyes. “Do you want me to sit back down?”
I nodded, certain I’d never speak again.
When he sat on the bed, and the bulge between his legs threatened to burst from his open zipper, I took a moment to absorb the scene.
Cowboy Billy was an Adonis. Even in this relaxed state, his bulging biceps were evidence that he looked after himself, and not in the gym junkie kind of way. His muscles were natural, sculpted from a lifetime of physical work. I stepped forward and placed my hands on his shoulders, feeling the corded muscle beneath his golden skin.
His hands found my hips again, and his fingers glided up the arc of my waist and back down again. I nudged his knees apart and stepped closer. The urge to bend over and kiss him was excruciating but I resisted it with all my might and found his neck instead. My breath shot in and out as I tasted the saltiness of his skin on my tongue.
He rolled his head to the side, and his moans mingled with his breathing as I threaded kisses from his ear to his shoulder.
My bra fell from my body. I hadn’t realized he’d unclipped it, but I wasn’t complaining when his hands found my breasts, squeezing, caressing, and rolling my nipples between his fingers and thumb.
His tongue found my nipple and glided, slick and hot across my very sensitive bud.
Every flick of his tongue was echoed by an intense thrum between my legs.
“Stand up.” My words were a throaty command.
Billy stood. He was taller than me, at least eight or ten inches. I took the opportunity to sample his nipple, and as I rolled the hardened bud between my teeth, I glided my hand into his jeans and caressed his incredibly hard cock. He was ready to burst from the fabric.
I need to free this beast.
I slipped my fingers into his underpants, wrapping them around his thick shaft and tugged his cock from his constraints.
I looked down and sucked in a sharp breath. Billy’s thick cock curved slightly to the left, and his crown was gloriously pink, soft, and silky. Lickable.
Totally lickable.
I fell to my knees and tugged his jeans and undies to his ankles. His cock fell toward me, begging me to taste him. His fingers glided from my shoulders to my neck, and as heat rushed through every vein in my body, I ran my tongue up his silky-smooth shaft.
The deep, slow moan that tumbled from Billy’s throat made my pussy purr.
As Billy was aroused, so was I.
Yet I couldn’t believe I’d licked him. The experience was new to me, but as much as I liked it, that was as far as I could go. My body wanted him inside me.
The excruciating throb between my legs was a convincing sign, but I’d never given a man a blow job before, and all I could think of was me gagging and ruining the moment.
I was ready for sex, but not this.
I pulled back. “I’m sorry, I’m just not ready to . . . to . . .”
“It’s okay; there’s no need to rush.” His eyes were gentle and forgiving, and I relaxed.
He helped me to stand, then he sucked my breast. His fingers massaged the lace of my underpants over my clit, and I eased my legs apart, allowing him to explore.
He put his thumbs into my panties and wriggled them off me.
I allowed him to guide me to the table and lift me onto the cold glass top. Our eyes met, and something crossed between us.
A sense of knowing, maybe. The thrill of lust, possibly.
