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"God! If you don’t stop that I’m going to come."
Holly backed off. No way. No coming until she’d gotten what she came for—a night of hot, heart-stopping sex. "So good I can’t remember my own name" sex. That’s what she needed right now.
To forget her own name.
To forget everything.
Cowboy gathered Holly into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He laid her gently on the bed and quickly disposed of her bra. His eyes widened.
"Damn, sugar, you’ve got beautiful breasts." He pinched a nipple. She sucked in a breath. "Gorgeous nipples, too. Perfect."
Holly had always been self-conscious of her nipples. Resembling pencil erasers and surrounded by silver-dollar areolas, they were too big. At least, that’s what she’d always thought. The lecherous look in Cowboy’s smoking eyes eased her and drove that thought from her lust-filled mind.
When he finally tore his gaze from her chest, he removed her shoes and tugged off her pants. He inhaled sharply.
Was it the thong? Holly didn’t normally wear thongs, but this red lace number had been lounging in the back of her underwear drawer for far too long. She’d wanted to feel sexy and desirable this evening.
Able to conquer the world...by wearing crimson butt-floss?
Yeah, it was a sham, but what the heck? She’d worn the thong to accent the freshly trimmed black curls which peeked through the lace.
Clearly Cowboy appreciated the gesture. His dark eyes burned.
"Sugar, you are one sexy lady." He didn’t remove the thong. Instead, he spread her legs, positioned himself between them, and grasped the triangle of red satin. When he yanked it toward her navel, she shuddered. The red string rubbed against her clit and moisture dribbled from her, wetting the insides of her thighs. She groaned.
"Yeah, sugar, that’s it," he said, continuing to slide the string through her wet lips. "Saturate this thong and I’ll suck the string. Then I’m gonna suck you."
Moisture gushed out of her. She knew she was pink and swollen. Her sex cried out for his tongue, his lips, his fingers, his cock. She wanted it all buried deep inside her.
He buried his face between her legs. "God, you smell good." He tugged on the string again and her clit pulsed. When he moved the string over to the side and his fingers grazed her engorged lips, tingles erupted on her skin and her belly fluttered. "I’m gonna suck you now, sugar." His voice had deepened. "I’m gonna eat all that sweet cream out of you and you’re gonna come all over my face."
Sounded good to Holly. She smiled and closed her eyes, but his firm fingers encircled hers.
"No. Watch me." His eyes had darkened to a soft onyx. He was beautiful. Holly didn’t often think of men as beautiful, but this cowboy was.
Hot, sexy and beautiful.
She pinned her gaze to his as his pink tongue snaked over his full bottom lip—a lip that widened into a sexy smile. He flicked that gorgeous tongue over her clit and she nearly imploded. Oh, this was going to be one hot night.
His dark hair fell around his golden shoulders and tickled her sensitive inner thighs. She reached forward and sank her fingers into the thick locks. Had she ever felt anything finer? Fine as Persian silk. His lips curled around her clit and he sucked.
Then she did implode. The climax hit her like a lightning bolt, careening into her, humming through her veins and settling between her legs. He licked her relentlessly as the spasms rocked her body. She fisted her hands in his gorgeous hair and pushed his face farther into her wetness.
When the pulsating began to subside, she let her head sink into the soft mattress. He’d climb up to her soon. Hopefully he’d kiss her, sink his tongue into her mouth so she could taste her own sex mingled with his spicy maleness, and then stuff that beautiful cock inside her.
Instead, he grinned, his chin and lips shiny with her wetness. He ripped the thong off her—who needed it anyway?—and clamped his mouth to her folds again.
"Ah..." The soft gasp left her lips in a whisper. She was near climax again.
"Mmm. You’re so wet, sugar."
Holly released his hair and slid her hands up her soft tummy to her breasts. She cupped them, squeezed them, and plucked at her tight nipples.
When he pushed her thighs forward, exposing even more of her, she twisted her nipples and icy sparks speared through her. One more lick to her clit—pow! She came again, this time with the force of a stampede. Her skin tingled, her heart raced. She moaned. She sighed. She squeezed the soft flesh of her breasts as she came down from the climactic high.
"Mmm," he said, two fingers gently gliding in and out of her heat. "Good, sugar?"
"God. So good."
