He tilts his head to one side, his frown deepening as his hair falls across it, giving him an adorably boyish look. But rather than get distracted, as could very easily happen considering our current position, I repeat my question. “How many have there been? Since me, Cowboy…”
As understanding dawns, his gaze softens and he leans closer, dropping his brow to mine again. “I told you a long time ago that I’d be your first and your last, baby. And that vow went both ways.”
“You mean, in five years, you haven’t…”
I gasp when I trail off, and a disbelieving sliver of hope swells in my chest as he continues. “There’s been no one else, Tink. There couldneverbe anyone else for me. I’ve never fallen out of love with you.” He swallows heavily as his voice drops. “And I never will.”
As I blink up at his handsome face, seeing his heart shining in his eyes, I’m filled with love for this man, and my own confession falls from my lips on a whisper. “Not for me either.”
His eyes widen, pupils blown as he holds my stare. I brush his hair away from his brow, then cup his cheek.
“My first. My last. Myalways.”
His mouth is on mine before I’ve even finished, and I feel his carefully restrained ardor rise to fever pitch. Our bodies move in sync, locked as our pelvises grind together. And, to my shock, I can feel another orgasm building already until he rises, kneeling above me.
He grips his cock, dragging the tip through my folds until he’s completely slick, and I’m squirming beneath him. Placing my heels on either of his shoulders, he pumps his hips, drawing himself back and forth across my core.
“Please…Ford…please—ooh!”
I watch as he taps his hardness against my pussy, hitting my clit and sending a sharp surge of pleasure through me with each pass.
“What is it that you want, baby?”
He taps my pussy again, harder this time, and I cry out in exquisite anticipation.
“Use.”
Tap.
“Your.”
Tap.
“Words.”
Tap.
“Oh please…” I’m panting, visibly trembling, as Ford notches his cock right at my dripping core. My mind is racing, and my body is a puddle of wanton desire when his free hand snakes around my neck. His thumb rests over my pulse, brushing over the skin oh-so-gently as he watches me with a hunger as great as my own.
“Words, Tink. Tell me what you need. I’ll give it to you.” His voice drops an octave as he experimentally pumps his hips, taunting me mercilessly. “I’ll give youeverything.”
“Fuck me! Christ, fuck me, Ford.Please?—”
With a single thrust of his hips, he seats himself fully inside me, and my eyes slam closed as we both cry out when our bodies are reunited once again.
Neither of us moves until I open my eyes to find him gazing down at me with an awed look on his face. Sweat beads his forehead, and his jaw is tight from gritting his teeth. His hand gripping my hip tightens as his cock pulses inside me, and I can feel him vibrating with barely contained restraint.
The hand around my neck trails down my body, flicking a nipple before continuing lower, where he brushes his thumb across my clit, swirling my slickness as he begins to circle hiships, opening me up to him. My responding whimper makes him move both his hips and his thumb faster.
Wickedlyfaster.
And faster still, until my breaths are coming in short rasps.
My orgasm is just beyond reach as he switches his rhythm, plunging his cock in and out, pounding into me, and making my tits bounce with each powerful thrust.
“That’s it, baby. I can feel your pussy milking my cock.” Ford’s words are breathy as he grips my hip so tightly that I know it will leave a mark.
And I revel in the idea of being marked ashis. Of being owned by Ford Holloway.
