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Her tits slap against my chest while the pad of my thumb works over her clit, swiping back and forth, then circling around. Her legs begin to shake and I feel her muscles tighten.
“Oh my god, Sam. Tell me I’m your good little slut. Please?”
I want to please her. I want to say all the nasty things she likes. “I need some time to get comfortable with the dirty talk.”
“Just let go. Just say the first thing that pops into your head.”
Instead, what tumbles out just as my release lets loose with what feels like the force of a hundred twisters is, “I love you, Wren.”
Chapter Eight
Wren
I have let go completely with Sam, more than I’ve ever let go with anyone else.
It’s more than just a climax that slams into me while we’re locked in this sweet bubble together. It’s the realization that I’m completely fine. I’m who I need to be and I’m with the man I need to be with.
This cranky old cowboy is my soulmate.
I asked for dirty talk; I wanted him to shock me.
Instead he shocks me by telling me he loves me.
But is it all that shocking, really?
I mean, I love him too. My still, small voice has been telling me so all along.
“I love you too, Sam.”
The squeeze he gives me echoes the squeeze I feel in my heart every time he looks at me with unguarded affection.
His walls are down. I’ve breached the barrier. I’m all his and he’s all mine.
On a ragged breath, he comes, gritting out a curse that sounds as beautiful to my ears as a wedding vow.
Sam and I stay close, shuddering against each other, me from my aftershocks and him from his potent release inside me that seems to go on and on.
“You are so damn beautiful, sweetheart,” he whispers, leaving sloppy kisses in a line up and down my neck, collarbone, and shoulder. Every touch of his lips pulls another shiver from me.
“You’re still hard,” I muse, catching my breath.
Sam is too caught up in squeezing me close. His hands roughly caress my breasts as his mouth tastes and teases my nipples.
“I ain’t finished with you yet, darlin’.”
I take a leap, risking everything to tell him what I really want, “I’ll say you ain’t. This time I want you to put a baby in me. I want to feel your hot cum spurting out of you.”
“Judas Priest, woman,” he rumbles hoarsely between alternating sucks on my tits. “Keep talking like that and you're gonna make me take the Lord’s name in vain.” But he gives me what I want. I slide off his lap, and he removes the condom.
I watch him swagger away like the king that he is. That cowboy’s ass that looks so fine in his jeans looks even finer when he’s naked.
When he saunters back my way, I let my eyes rove his body. Sam’s full head of silver hair is slightly mussed from our lovemaking. His tanned shoulders and powerful chest glisten in the dim lamp light, and I consider myself lucky he likes to do it with the lights on. He doesn’t appear to be the least bit worn out. In fact, he walks toward me with the proud air of somebody who could please his woman — twice — and then go outside and build her a garden shed all in one night. The sight of his salt and pepper pleasure trail makes my body ready for him all over again. My greedy eyes travel lower to his thick, still-rigid shaft. Fuck yes, that’s all for me. That’s the image going on my next cross stitch, for sure.
When Sam pauses at the edge of the mattress, I look
up into his eyes, admiring his crow’s feet that grow deeper when he smiles. That rare curve to his lips catches me off guard, quickening my heart rate.
“You like what you see?” His voice rumbles. My heart hammers in my chest and the walls of my heat clench. This polite, humble man has just been walking around this world, keeping all this hotness to himself? It’s shocking, really. He’s a fucking Adonis and he knows it. I respond by training my eyes on his and licking my lips. For once, I’m at a loss for words.
