Her Christmas Cowboy (The Wyoming Cowboy #5) - Jessica Clare Page 0,76
bearing them both to the mattress with Caleb under her.
His mouth devoured hers, and for long moments, it was just tongues and lips and frantic breathing. He tasted like sweets, the baked goods that had been set out at the party, and when his tongue flicked against hers, it was the best thing ever.
“What’s all this?” he asked between kisses, voice husky.
“This is where you and I have sex,” Amy told him, then licked his mouth.
He stiffened under her in surprise. “After all that?”
“Especially after all that.” She kissed him again, then sat up and began to undo the buttons on his shirt.
“I don’t have condoms—”
“I do.” She gave him a little smile. “I bought some when I first moved here and was stocking up my medicine cabinet. I think I imagined a more wild and fancy-free life than I actually wanted. But I’m glad I have them.” His shirt opened up and revealed bare, tanned skin and a hint of chest hair. Amy slid down on his body, her hips grazing over his as she straddled him, and buried her face in his neck, kissing and licking.
Caleb groaned, his hands sliding to her hips and clutching her against him. His pelvis rocked against hers, thrusting between her spread thighs. “You sure you want this?”
“One hundred percent sure.” Her tongue swept over his collarbone. “A thousand percent.”
He groaned again, and then his hands were pulling at her short skirt, already hiked up over her thighs. He tugged it higher, until her ass was bare and her wispy, lacy thong was revealed. “You’re beautiful. Look at how beautiful you are.” His big hands gripped her ass and dragged her back down against the bulge in his pants, and she felt how hard and thick he was. “Let me touch you for a bit, Amy.”
She sat up, nodded.
Immediately, he flipped their bodies and then suddenly she was the one on the bed on her back. He pushed her skirt higher, until it was bunched at her waist, and Amy shivered at the intent look on his face. He ran a hand over her thigh, then brushed his knuckles over her belly. “I’m taking these panties off. Not that they’re not gorgeous on you, but I want what’s underneath.”
She shivered. Was there anything better than him declaring exactly what he wanted to do? It made her so hot with anticipation. Panting, she lifted her hips and he dragged the panties off her legs, until she was bare from the waist down underneath him. Then, he lowered his head and began to kiss up her leg.
Oh . . . they were doing that? It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him he didn’t have to, that it wasn’t necessary. Hadn’t Blake always told her that men did it only out of necessity to get a girl in their bed? But she clamped her mouth shut as Caleb kissed higher and higher. Caleb wasn’t Blake. He wasn’t. And didn’t she deserve just as much pleasure as he did in bed? If he wanted to give her this, she was going to let him, no matter how nervous it made her.
Caleb’s mouth brushed over the juncture of her thighs, his beard tickling, and she felt the absurd urge to giggle. She bit it back, but when he nuzzled at her inner thigh again and his beard grazed her skin, it erupted from her. “Sorry,” she wheezed. “Ticklish.”
He chuckled and did it again, deliberately. “I like hearing you laugh.”
She squirmed against him as his beard teased up and down her thigh, and then he pushed her legs further apart, exposing her to his gaze, and all the giggles died in her throat as he made a low sound of pleasure. Oh.
Then, he lowered his head, one arm wrapping around one of her thighs to keep them apart, and dragged his tongue over her folds.
She squirmed again, shuddering. Oh. Okay. That was . . . intense.
“Tell me if I do something you don’t like,” he murmured, and then he licked her again. And again. His tongue stroked through her folds, brushing over her most sensitive parts. When he found her clit, she sucked in a breath, arching against him. The silent encouragement told him where to focus his attention, it seemed, because then he was all over her, his mouth hungry and devouring as he worked on her clit, determined to figure out what she liked best.