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“What are we doing, Denver?”
“Fuck if I know, but damn, it feels good.”
Then he kissed me.
He tasted like pine, sunshine, and mint. My arms wrapped around his neck and his hands dropped down my waist, squeezing me. He was covered in dirt, having spent the afternoon outside sweating, and I couldn’t get enough. I whimpered, sticking my tongue out, brushing his lips lightly. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing, but I wanted to try to please him—to learn.
To live.
He groaned, and suddenly my laptop was gone, and I was up. Then, without breaking contact, he spun me, dropped down on the couch, and pulled me into his lap. My dress rode up my thighs, pooling at my hips. I put all my weight on my knees, refusing to drop fully down into his lap. He pulled away, looking up at me as one of his hands snaked into my hair.
“Want you on my lap,” he commanded, his hand at my waist, trying to urge me down. Suddenly, I was nervous. My skin felt clammy, and I didn’t want to be in this dress, on his lap.
I wanted to be under a blanket. Hiding from the world.
“Now,” he growled, attempting to pull me down further. I put my hands on his shoulders and shook my head. His features softened. “What’s going on? Am I hurting you?”
I—
He was thinking about the other night. He was making sure this was okay.
My dark cowboy wasn’t so dark after all.
“No, no, it’s not that,” I said, my voice quiet.
“What is it, baby?” He was being gentle and soft again.
My stomach flipped as I looked away from him. “I don’t—I don’t want to crush you,” I admitted. His hand cupped my face and turned me back to face him.
“Crush me?” he repeated in disbelief.
I gestured down to my body. “I’m not a dainty little woman. I’m—”
“I am two hundred and eighty pounds,” he deadpanned. I stared as he continued, pulling off his hat and setting it down on the cushion beside us. “I’m six foot seven, baby. I’m a big man.” His dark hair was messy, and my fingers itched to be in it.
“That has—”
“You enchant me,” he said, cutting me off. The hand in my hair pulled me towards him and my hands slid down to his chest. “Enchantress, I can handle you. I was born to handle a woman like you, perfect for me.”
My heart was soaring, high in the skies of love, and she was probably never coming back down after that comment.
“Denver,” I breathed, my cheeks heating.
“My boy is going to be home in just a few minutes, and then I have to make dinner for you both. But right now, I want to kiss the fucking shit out of you, with your little pussy pressed against my jeans.”
I dropped into his lap and his eyes darkened. “That’s my good girl.”
I kissed him.
I kissed and kissed him, whimpering and moaning as his rough hands explored my body.
When they dropped down to my ass, I broke away, gasping as tingles spread through my body like fire. My lips leaving his didn’t bother my cowboy. No, his head dropped to my neck, kissing and licking my sensitive skin. My body was in control now, and my hips began to move and a low, raw, growl left Denver, going straight to my core. My hand dove into his dark locks, anchoring myself.
“That’s it. Rub that needy pussy on me,” he ordered gruffly before he moved to my shoulder, pulling the strap of my dress down, pressing hot kisses against my skin. I ground against his erection, suddenly regretting putting on new panties earlier. His hands on my ass guided me, helping me move back and forth against him.
“Honey,” I moaned. His hands came up my back and he pulled away from me. My eyes met his just as he yanked the fabric of my dress down further, exposing my breast.
“Enchantress,” he whispered. Then, his mouth was on my nipple, sucking long, hard and so deep that my panties were soaked.
