I was ready to take him up on all of it because the warm water had worked wonders and I knew our time was limited. The ache in my wrist was bad, but so was the ache between my legs. One I had the opportunity to take care of as soon as I got back to the ranch. I had no idea if I would get another shot to soothe the other one with the man who was responsible for it.
I gasped his name and pitched forward in shock and surrender as one of the hands clasping my ass slid between my legs and disappeared into the torrent of desire he had encouraged. I knew what he would find when his fingers slipped inside of me. Grasping muscles, silky moisture, a greedy channel that wanted more because with Cy there didn’t seem to be enough.
I put my good hand on the rigid plane of his shoulder and almost exploded across his tongue as his pitch-black lashes lifted revealing eyes that were furious and thunderous with longing. It was a storm I wanted to come . . . on me or in me. I didn’t really care. His mouth was wet and red from working me over, and while he still wasn’t smiling, his usual smirk had much less of an edge to it. I wasn’t sure if he was happy or not, but whatever was happening between the two of us at this very moment had definitely given him a reason to forget that he only had half a heart. He wasn’t missing anything at the moment because he was focused entirely on me and on all the ways he was making my body give him the reactions that he wanted. Who knew that letting go could feel so fucking good?
I lifted my hand so I could trace his chiseled jaw and almost went under the water when I felt his mouth move over mine, his tongue pushing between my lips and moving in time with his pumping and plunging fingers. The dual stimulation was too much to process and my body gave up trying. I was in his hands, and I was going to let him guide me somewhere I had never been before. I was used to giving orders and making sure what needed to get taken care of got done. With Cy, no direction was needed as he skillfully stroked and sucked, sending pleasure skating up and down my spine. The more I leaned on him, pressed in to him, the faster his fingers curled and tapped against some hidden hot spot inside of me I never knew existed.
“What are you doing to me?” The words whispered out, surprised and questioning as I felt the crest of release uncoiling low in my belly and burning at the base of my spine. I had one hand in his hair, holding him. In fact, I felt the tip of his rigid shaft as close to my open and exposed center as it could get. He rocked himself between my slippery, silky folds as we both gasped from the contact.
I was exhilarated and so, so close to coming undone all over his questing tongue and plundering fingers. I couldn’t feel my wrist anymore. Everything was a blur of blinding pleasure and decadent desire.
His warm breath danced across my lips. “I’m making sure you know that you matter, Leo. Time might be limited, but all the different ways I want to make you whisper and then scream my name feel infinite now that I have the taste of you on my tongue and the feel of you on my fingers.”
It wasn’t his fingers curving into my backside and disappearing to trip over places no man had ever dared try and touch before that set me off. It wasn’t the bite of his deep kiss or the talented twist of his tongue. It wasn’t the fingers touching, tapping, torturing all the sweet and starving places inside of me that seemed like they had been waiting for him to fill them up forever. It wasn’t the press of his leg between mine or the careful way he held my injured wrist against his chest, making sure it didn’t move that pulled my orgasm out of hiding and made me sob his name.
It was his deep voice and the rumble of his words against my skin when he told me, “You are so much more than I expected you to be.”
To have this extraordinary man, with all his history and heartbreak, tell me that I was something special, it tore me apart. I was buried under an avalanche of passion and praise. I shattered on waves of approval and bliss. I drifted away on an orgasm so intense that twisted me up and turned my idea of what sex and satisfaction should be on its head.
He caught me as I fell against him and told me that he wanted to suck my nipples to see if they tasted like candy because they were so pink and pretty. He growled that he wanted to bend me over and take me from the back so he could lose his hands in my crazy hair.
I nervously cleared my throat and untangled my hand from his hair so I could trace the arch of his eyebrow and sharp ridge of his cheek. I liked touching all his soft places.
“I’ve always liked a man with a plan, Cyrus.” I sighed as he whispered in my ear, that if we had enough time, he would show me how fun it could be if I let him take me in that place I never let anyone near before his gentle caresses went exploring there today. That sparked pulses of curiosity and interest inside a soaked center that was already begging for more of his attention. I wasn’t that daring, but for him I might be. His thumb rubbed circles on the back of my knee, as I shivered and shook my way down from the pinnacle of pleasure and back to reality. When I could think straight I realized he had me sprawled naked across his lap where I was straddling a very hard erection.
He grabbed my chin in one of his hands and tilted my face up. His lips twitched and it was my heart that tugged in response instead of my greedy core. My body liked his mouth and his hands, my heart was all about the things that made him drop his stony, impenetrable shield. “When you’re not in pain, I’m going to fuck you with my face while you suck my cock. Then I’m going to have you ride me so hard that neither one of us will be able to walk straight for a week.”
That was the best promise he’s made yet.
I gasped his name and pitched forward in shock and surrender as one of the hands clasping my ass slid between my legs and disappeared into the torrent of desire he had encouraged. I knew what he would find when his fingers slipped inside of me. Grasping muscles, silky moisture, a greedy channel that wanted more because with Cy there didn’t seem to be enough.
I put my good hand on the rigid plane of his shoulder and almost exploded across his tongue as his pitch-black lashes lifted revealing eyes that were furious and thunderous with longing. It was a storm I wanted to come . . . on me or in me. I didn’t really care. His mouth was wet and red from working me over, and while he still wasn’t smiling, his usual smirk had much less of an edge to it. I wasn’t sure if he was happy or not, but whatever was happening between the two of us at this very moment had definitely given him a reason to forget that he only had half a heart. He wasn’t missing anything at the moment because he was focused entirely on me and on all the ways he was making my body give him the reactions that he wanted. Who knew that letting go could feel so fucking good?
I lifted my hand so I could trace his chiseled jaw and almost went under the water when I felt his mouth move over mine, his tongue pushing between my lips and moving in time with his pumping and plunging fingers. The dual stimulation was too much to process and my body gave up trying. I was in his hands, and I was going to let him guide me somewhere I had never been before. I was used to giving orders and making sure what needed to get taken care of got done. With Cy, no direction was needed as he skillfully stroked and sucked, sending pleasure skating up and down my spine. The more I leaned on him, pressed in to him, the faster his fingers curled and tapped against some hidden hot spot inside of me I never knew existed.
“What are you doing to me?” The words whispered out, surprised and questioning as I felt the crest of release uncoiling low in my belly and burning at the base of my spine. I had one hand in his hair, holding him. In fact, I felt the tip of his rigid shaft as close to my open and exposed center as it could get. He rocked himself between my slippery, silky folds as we both gasped from the contact.
I was exhilarated and so, so close to coming undone all over his questing tongue and plundering fingers. I couldn’t feel my wrist anymore. Everything was a blur of blinding pleasure and decadent desire.
His warm breath danced across my lips. “I’m making sure you know that you matter, Leo. Time might be limited, but all the different ways I want to make you whisper and then scream my name feel infinite now that I have the taste of you on my tongue and the feel of you on my fingers.”
It wasn’t his fingers curving into my backside and disappearing to trip over places no man had ever dared try and touch before that set me off. It wasn’t the bite of his deep kiss or the talented twist of his tongue. It wasn’t the fingers touching, tapping, torturing all the sweet and starving places inside of me that seemed like they had been waiting for him to fill them up forever. It wasn’t the press of his leg between mine or the careful way he held my injured wrist against his chest, making sure it didn’t move that pulled my orgasm out of hiding and made me sob his name.
It was his deep voice and the rumble of his words against my skin when he told me, “You are so much more than I expected you to be.”
To have this extraordinary man, with all his history and heartbreak, tell me that I was something special, it tore me apart. I was buried under an avalanche of passion and praise. I shattered on waves of approval and bliss. I drifted away on an orgasm so intense that twisted me up and turned my idea of what sex and satisfaction should be on its head.
He caught me as I fell against him and told me that he wanted to suck my nipples to see if they tasted like candy because they were so pink and pretty. He growled that he wanted to bend me over and take me from the back so he could lose his hands in my crazy hair.
I nervously cleared my throat and untangled my hand from his hair so I could trace the arch of his eyebrow and sharp ridge of his cheek. I liked touching all his soft places.
“I’ve always liked a man with a plan, Cyrus.” I sighed as he whispered in my ear, that if we had enough time, he would show me how fun it could be if I let him take me in that place I never let anyone near before his gentle caresses went exploring there today. That sparked pulses of curiosity and interest inside a soaked center that was already begging for more of his attention. I wasn’t that daring, but for him I might be. His thumb rubbed circles on the back of my knee, as I shivered and shook my way down from the pinnacle of pleasure and back to reality. When I could think straight I realized he had me sprawled naked across his lap where I was straddling a very hard erection.
He grabbed my chin in one of his hands and tilted my face up. His lips twitched and it was my heart that tugged in response instead of my greedy core. My body liked his mouth and his hands, my heart was all about the things that made him drop his stony, impenetrable shield. “When you’re not in pain, I’m going to fuck you with my face while you suck my cock. Then I’m going to have you ride me so hard that neither one of us will be able to walk straight for a week.”
That was the best promise he’s made yet.
