His fingers pulled on my wet and wildly curling hair, hard enough to have a noise of protest working its way out of my mouth. His teeth nipped at my ear with more force than I was expecting and I was stunned that I like his rough, maybe even more than his sweet.
“Haven’t been inside a woman without something between me and her in a long, long time. Never been inside one that burns as hot and feels as good as you. You’re a fucking dream with that mouth and those tits, but the icing on the cake is the way you squeeze my cock like you never want to let it go. It feels like you want to fucking keep me and keep fucking me, Leo.”
His words vibrated across my skin. I did want to keep him, and there was no way I could go back to whatever existed before fucking him. That was simply a life not worth living, at least according to the way my body was winding up getting ready to let go again.
He was panting a little into my ear and I could feel his broad and heavily muscled chest tighten where I was resting against it. One of his knees nudged mine underwater, forcing me to adjust my stance and lean forward a little more so that my chest was touching the bubbling surface of the pool. He was holding me in place as he pummeled into me, clearly chasing down all the amazing things he had already made me feel. My pleasure was languid and moving sleepily through my body, his was frenetic and feverous, practically bursting off of his skin and out of that pistoning cock as sensation overtook the control he was struggling to hold onto.
“Put your fingers between your legs. Touch yourself like you want me to touch you. I can’t let go or you’ll end up face first in the water.” The touch of humor lacing his harsh command almost did as much for me as the seductive order. “I’m going to fill this sweet spot up until it overflows, and I want you to feel every drop of it inside of you.” Dirty words, but they made me feel all kinds of shiny and new. I wasn’t untouched or untried, but I was most definitely unexperienced and green when it came to the kind of sex that made a woman want things she knew she couldn’t have. I was a novice when it came to being possessed and obsessed by a man who was enough to make a woman want to give up everything she thought she knew for something that might be better.
I weaved my hand through the water and trusted him to hold me and to take me to the edge, dropping me off while he fell after me. When my fingers lightly skimmed over my clit and brushed against the stiff shaft moving in and out of the hungry and hot opening, that was all it took for my eyes to slam closed and my breath to wheeze out of me. It was too much to take so I tripped into bliss and dragged Cy right into the delightful sensation with me. His cock jerked against the back of my fingers. His chest rose and fell as he swore softly in my ear, and his thighs tightened and locked against the back of mine as the point where we were joined was suddenly a hundred times hotter than the water that surrounded us. He burned and I caught the fire. It raged through me in waves of pleasure.
He filled me up all right but it was with wonder and awe that I could feel this way, that I could make someone else feel this way. It made my heart forget to hurt for what it had been through and what was waiting for it when I had to go back to my real life, which had no place in it for this man.
I let my head flop back on his shoulder as he pulled me to his chest. His lips hit my temple as he lifted the hand splayed across my ribs to settle over my racing heart. “Destroyed, Sunshine. This is what it feels like to be destroyed.”
I hummed a little but didn’t say anything. If this was destroyed then I never wanted to be put back together again.
After a few moments so we could get our breathing and blood back into vital organs, he pulled out of me leaving a void that I knew could only be filled by him and his special brand of making memories. I let my body float in the water until I was lying all the way on my back with my eyes locked on the darkening Wyoming sky. It was so vast and infinite. It made the major thing that had just occurred between me and the man who might not be a cowboy but was sure as shit the best lover I’d ever had, seem small and insignificant.
“We need to get it together and go back. I need to let Lane get some sleep so we can alternate keeping an eye on camp throughout the night.” His hands grabbed my hips under the water and pulled me down so that I was standing in front of him. My wrist still hurt but the pain was no longer bright and angry under my bruised skin.
“Okay.”
We stared at each other for a moment, waiting, watching. Between one blink and the next his rugged expression turned from heart-stoppingly attractive to something that no mere mortal could guard their heart against. No wonder the man didn’t smile very often, because when he did, the world stopped spinning. I jolted under the blinding brilliance of the slash of pearly white teeth across that rough and tough façade. He was beautiful and his smile was extraordinary. It made him look like a man who didn’t carry the weight of the world and endless responsibilities on his wide shoulders.
I reached up a hand to cup his cheek and shivered when his scruff abraded my palm. “You’re smiling, Cy.”
“I’m happy, Leo.”
Jesus. I blinked hard to hold back amazement and the threat of tears. Talk about the risk being worth the reward. Everything I might lose in the near future was worth suffering through if it meant I got to have this moment with this man smiling at me.
Don’t Borrow Trouble
“I hate you and I think you’re a slut.”
I almost choked on the way-too-strong coffee Cy had made to keep him awake while he stayed up for the first watch over the camp. I offered to keep him company, but I got a narrow eyed look and was told that he needed to focus. I’d never been anyone’s distraction before, so I took it as a compliment and made my way over to the campfire where Evan was sitting watching the two of us with a pinched expression on her face. I poured myself a cup of coffee knowing I wouldn’t sleep because I would be worrying about the man keeping an eye on the rest of us, so I figured the caffeine and Cy were my only saviors at this moment. I barely got the first sip in when the teen’s words made me choke on the hot liquid.
“Haven’t been inside a woman without something between me and her in a long, long time. Never been inside one that burns as hot and feels as good as you. You’re a fucking dream with that mouth and those tits, but the icing on the cake is the way you squeeze my cock like you never want to let it go. It feels like you want to fucking keep me and keep fucking me, Leo.”
His words vibrated across my skin. I did want to keep him, and there was no way I could go back to whatever existed before fucking him. That was simply a life not worth living, at least according to the way my body was winding up getting ready to let go again.
He was panting a little into my ear and I could feel his broad and heavily muscled chest tighten where I was resting against it. One of his knees nudged mine underwater, forcing me to adjust my stance and lean forward a little more so that my chest was touching the bubbling surface of the pool. He was holding me in place as he pummeled into me, clearly chasing down all the amazing things he had already made me feel. My pleasure was languid and moving sleepily through my body, his was frenetic and feverous, practically bursting off of his skin and out of that pistoning cock as sensation overtook the control he was struggling to hold onto.
“Put your fingers between your legs. Touch yourself like you want me to touch you. I can’t let go or you’ll end up face first in the water.” The touch of humor lacing his harsh command almost did as much for me as the seductive order. “I’m going to fill this sweet spot up until it overflows, and I want you to feel every drop of it inside of you.” Dirty words, but they made me feel all kinds of shiny and new. I wasn’t untouched or untried, but I was most definitely unexperienced and green when it came to the kind of sex that made a woman want things she knew she couldn’t have. I was a novice when it came to being possessed and obsessed by a man who was enough to make a woman want to give up everything she thought she knew for something that might be better.
I weaved my hand through the water and trusted him to hold me and to take me to the edge, dropping me off while he fell after me. When my fingers lightly skimmed over my clit and brushed against the stiff shaft moving in and out of the hungry and hot opening, that was all it took for my eyes to slam closed and my breath to wheeze out of me. It was too much to take so I tripped into bliss and dragged Cy right into the delightful sensation with me. His cock jerked against the back of my fingers. His chest rose and fell as he swore softly in my ear, and his thighs tightened and locked against the back of mine as the point where we were joined was suddenly a hundred times hotter than the water that surrounded us. He burned and I caught the fire. It raged through me in waves of pleasure.
He filled me up all right but it was with wonder and awe that I could feel this way, that I could make someone else feel this way. It made my heart forget to hurt for what it had been through and what was waiting for it when I had to go back to my real life, which had no place in it for this man.
I let my head flop back on his shoulder as he pulled me to his chest. His lips hit my temple as he lifted the hand splayed across my ribs to settle over my racing heart. “Destroyed, Sunshine. This is what it feels like to be destroyed.”
I hummed a little but didn’t say anything. If this was destroyed then I never wanted to be put back together again.
After a few moments so we could get our breathing and blood back into vital organs, he pulled out of me leaving a void that I knew could only be filled by him and his special brand of making memories. I let my body float in the water until I was lying all the way on my back with my eyes locked on the darkening Wyoming sky. It was so vast and infinite. It made the major thing that had just occurred between me and the man who might not be a cowboy but was sure as shit the best lover I’d ever had, seem small and insignificant.
“We need to get it together and go back. I need to let Lane get some sleep so we can alternate keeping an eye on camp throughout the night.” His hands grabbed my hips under the water and pulled me down so that I was standing in front of him. My wrist still hurt but the pain was no longer bright and angry under my bruised skin.
“Okay.”
We stared at each other for a moment, waiting, watching. Between one blink and the next his rugged expression turned from heart-stoppingly attractive to something that no mere mortal could guard their heart against. No wonder the man didn’t smile very often, because when he did, the world stopped spinning. I jolted under the blinding brilliance of the slash of pearly white teeth across that rough and tough façade. He was beautiful and his smile was extraordinary. It made him look like a man who didn’t carry the weight of the world and endless responsibilities on his wide shoulders.
I reached up a hand to cup his cheek and shivered when his scruff abraded my palm. “You’re smiling, Cy.”
“I’m happy, Leo.”
Jesus. I blinked hard to hold back amazement and the threat of tears. Talk about the risk being worth the reward. Everything I might lose in the near future was worth suffering through if it meant I got to have this moment with this man smiling at me.
Don’t Borrow Trouble
“I hate you and I think you’re a slut.”
I almost choked on the way-too-strong coffee Cy had made to keep him awake while he stayed up for the first watch over the camp. I offered to keep him company, but I got a narrow eyed look and was told that he needed to focus. I’d never been anyone’s distraction before, so I took it as a compliment and made my way over to the campfire where Evan was sitting watching the two of us with a pinched expression on her face. I poured myself a cup of coffee knowing I wouldn’t sleep because I would be worrying about the man keeping an eye on the rest of us, so I figured the caffeine and Cy were my only saviors at this moment. I barely got the first sip in when the teen’s words made me choke on the hot liquid.
