I’m naked from the waist up, the button on my shorts popped open, and I throw my head back as he kisses a wet line down my throat. I wrestle with the button on his jeans and shove them roughly down his hips, leaving his tented boxers the only barrier remaining between us. I’m so ready for him. I want him. I need him.
I reach down to kick off my boots.
“Leave them on. I want to fuck you in them.” His voice is tight, like our kisses have suffocated him the same way they’ve been stealing my breath. He pushes my shorts down with my underwear and I let them both drop to my ankles, lifting my feet out of them as he reaches down to grab my thighs, lifting me onto the dresser and setting me on the edge.
The sexiest cowboy in the west is between my legs, and my heart is racing. He’s fucking gorgeous. Sculpted muscles born from years of physical work rather than gym-built; dark curls just a little too long, storm cloud eyes burning right into my soul. They move from my face down to my hips, settling between my legs like the fire he set.
“Fuck, you’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he murmurs, taking me in.
I swallow hard. “You… you imagined?”
He looks up and meets my eyes.
“Baby girl, I’ve been imagining your beautiful cunt since the day we met. How pretty it would be. How sweet. I’ve been dying to taste you.”
He holds my gaze for a beat of silence.
“Can I? Taste you?”
I nod shakily. Holy fuck.
He dips his head to do just that and I cry out, the sensation like nothing I’ve ever felt. His tongue is fire and ice all at once. A low moan leaves his lips as he tastes me for the first time, rumbling against me and sending shockwaves through my entire body.
“So goddamn fucking sweet, baby girl, you taste so fucking good.”
His mouth never leaves me as he heaps praise on my pussy, the vibration of his words and movement of his lips heighteningeverything. I can’t take it. It feels so good and my entire body is burning up. I might combust. I might leave him tongue-fucking a pile of ashes.
“Holy fuck, holy fuck,” I chant. My body is on fire. Every nerve ending is on fire as his tongue lavishes my pussy with his undivided attention. “I’m not gonna last long.” I clench my thighs around his head, writhing and twisting, too sensitive. It’s too intense. It hurts. It feels like fire. It doesn’t hurt at all. It feels incredible.
He pulls back slightly, stroking my thigh with his thumb.
“Shh, baby girl, just relax,” he says. His warm breath on my clit has me shuddering, the muscles in my stomach clenching and quivering. “Just relax, that’s a good girl.”
As my breathing starts to even out, he returns his hand to its spot low on my pelvis and lowers his face again, greeting my pussy like a long-lost friend, one long lick from my entrance to my clit, and then he sucks my sensitive flesh into his mouth. I cry out again, bucking my hips into his hand. He chuckles, a warm rumble, his mouth never leaving me. This time, the vibration sets my blood on fire and I wind his hair around my fingers as I focus on breathing. His mouth feels amazing. I scrunch my eyes closed and sweat coats my entire body as my thighs begin to tremble.
I feel him smile against me as he continues to lick at my entrance, and the movement of his lips sends me over the edge. His name falls from my lips in a high whine as my entire body explodes beneath him.
“You liked that, huh?” He grins, eyes heavy-lidded and dark with desire. I nod. I don’t think I can speak right now.
“Has anyone ever done that to you before?” he asks, slowly moving up my body towards me. I shake my head.No. No one has done that before. And I don’t think anyone else ever could. I think he’s just ruined me. Branded me. Claimed me. Everett Tanner owns me now.
“Fuck, baby,” he says lowly, brushing a finger over my clit and making me jump at the sensation. “Do you have any fucking idea how incredible that is? To be the first one to taste you?”
My eyes slam closed as he continues to ghost his fingertips over me, swiping them through my wet flesh to press against the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“I get to be the first person to taste you, baby girl, and goddamn, I hope I get to be the last.”
He’s above me then, scooping me into his arms and pressing his lips to mine, kissing me hard. His tongue swipes against the seam of my lips and I open for him, tasting myself on his mouth as his tongue slides against mine. Somewhere in the depths of my mind, almost entirely drowned out by the sheer ecstasy of this man’s touch, I register him lifting me from the dresser and depositing me on his bed. His hands splay over my ribs and he uses his thumbs to massage my nipples lightly. A wave of warmth crashes over me, settling low in my core as Everett lowers his face to my throat. He kisses a line down my skin, between my breasts, until I feel his lips replace one thumb and he pulls my nipple into his mouth. He sucks hard, teeth grazing, tongue flicking around the tightened bud sending sparks of heat and desire coursing through my veins.
“Is this okay?” he whispers against my skin. I grip his hair, pressing his head into my chest. I feel his lips curl into a smile as he takes me into his mouth again.
I pull one knee up towards my chest, wrapping it around his waist and opening my hips to feel him between my thighs. He’s hard, pressing insistently against me as my hips begin to rock of their own accord. The sparks of desire are becoming flames of need as his cock rubs against me and his mouth lavishes my nipples with the most glorious attention I think they’ve ever received. Everett is definitely a boob guy; the thought occurs as he releases my nipple with a pop and a light moan before moving to the other one. I tangle my fingers in his hair, holding his head to me. I think I could come just from this.
“I want to make you feel good,” I say breathlessly. “Will you show me how?”
His breath comes out in a silent, sharp laugh.
“Ruth, feasting on you is all I need to make me feel good,” he says. “You’re incredible.”
