Always Enough (Meet Me in Montana #2) - Kelly Elliott Page 0,49
my worries slip away.
“Oh my . . . ,” I panted.
“I want to taste you again.”
My eyes snapped open. “You just came inside me, Ty. With no condom on—which, by the way, we should probably talk about.”
He winked. “We will, after I make you come again.”
Moving over me, he pressed his cock against me.
“Have you been bit by some super-sex-powered spider, because there is no way you could be hard again.”
Laughing, he pushed inside me. “He hasn’t gone down yet.”
My eyes widened in pleasant surprise. Oh yes, my vagina was going to need more of his super-powered cock.
Each thrust inside of me had my body aching for another release. This was insane. I was exhausted. My orgasm maker had to be out of order after five.
Then he reached between us, his thumb making soft circles around my clit, and I moaned in delight.
“Come again, Kaylee.”
“O-okay,” was the only word I managed to get out between heavy pants.
And boy did I come. Ty watched me the entire time. His blue eyes smoldering with something that looked a hell of a lot more intense than lust.
That’s when it happened. The moment I knew. With his eyes locked on mine as I whispered his name. “Ty.”
He smiled and whispered, “That’s it, princess, come for me.”
I gave him what he asked for . . . and then stupidly fell head over heels in love with him.
I am so fucked.
When my body had finally settled, Ty pulled out of me. “God, you are so beautiful when you come. It takes my breath away.”
He kissed me so passionately I almost wanted to cry, and then he crawled out of my bed.
“Let me get something to clean you up with.”
Tears pricked at the back of my eyes. No man had ever treated me like that before. Not even John. Sex with him was good, but when he came, he pulled off the condom, tossed it in the trash, and slipped on his clothes and went about his business while I made my way to the bathroom to clean up. After-sex with him was uneventful. No holding me, no kisses, no telling me how beautiful I looked when I came.
My head was spinning. I needed to stop comparing John with Ty. What in the hell was wrong with me?
Ty walked back into my room from the bathroom, his naked body on full display as if he didn’t have a care in the world. I sure as hell didn’t mind. He was a beautiful specimen. He had scars on his body that made him even more beautiful. The one on his leg was the most beautiful of all, but I knew in his mind he didn’t look at that particular scar the same as he did the others. Maybe some were prizes from bulls he had ridden and beaten, or some that had beaten him. Not that one scar, though. That one spoke volumes. I knew it was a reminder of what he had lost.
His muscles were defined, and the way they moved when he did . . . Lord, I could come for the seventh time if I thought too hard about it.
He crawled onto the bed, spread my legs open, and stared at me like my vagina was some masterpiece of art that hung in a famous museum. The way it made me feel was incredible. I should have been embarrassed, but I wasn’t. I loved the way Ty looked at me. The way he studied my body, learned what I liked during sex and what I didn’t like. Almost as if he was planning on doing all this again. Which I most certainly would be down for.
Then the warm cloth touched my sensitive skin, and I moaned in pure delight. “That feels so good.”
He softly cleaned me off, and I relaxed even more. Exhaustion started to kick in, and I fought to keep my eyes open. When I lifted my head and looked at him, he smiled and then winked.
I dropped my head and groaned. The man was not only insanely handsome but was a good lover as well. “My vagina is forever ruined, thanks to you.” When I felt his warm breath down there, I held my own. “Yes. Please.”
“I don’t think so, baby. I don’t like odd numbers, Kaylee,” he whispered before his tongue licked me like I was his favorite dessert; then he withdrew, leaving me aching and feeling empty. “But I do like the taste of you.”