bucked my hips wildly. Holy shit!
Cowboy braced himself by gaining purchase with his feet on the floor as involuntary spasms wracked my body. My legs molded around his head, but he cracked them open and drove me up again.
After the second orgasm, my hands twined into his hair. “Cowboy? Please…I need you to…”
“What, baby? What do you want?” He wanted to hear me say it.
“I want you inside me.”
Obviously quite pleased with himself, he chuckled at the desperation in my voice and rose to a standing position. “I’ll be right back. Let me get a condom.”
I reached over, slid open the drawer next to my bed, and withdrew one. As I handed it to him, he caught sight of the large box I’d pulled it from and grinned. Seconds later, he was crawling up between my legs, condom in place, as he kneed my thighs apart.
“Don’t worry. I’m going to take it slow and easy. I’ll make it feel good for you.”
I didn’t bother to tell him I was already feeling pretty darn good.
Sliding his hands over my shaky knees, he spread my legs wider and positioned himself at my entrance. Slowly and gently, he increased pressure until he entered me. I tensed up.
He groaned. “Jesus, Anna, maybe we should stop.”
“No, don’t.”
“You’re really tight. I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, shifting his weight a little.
I shook my head. “You’re not. Keep going.”
But he must’ve known I lied by the way I closed my eyes and braced for the burning sensation of being stretched by his large member. “Look at me, honey.”
I did, but not before latching my ankles around his hips and pulling him slightly forward, laminating him to me. I gasped at the increased penetration and the uncomfortable fullness, while he swore under his breath. He stalled and balanced himself over me, probably afraid to move in case he hurt me more.
“I need this. I need you,” I pleaded with him. “Please don’t stop now.”
Determined to give me what I needed, he slowly increased the heavy pressure until he was seated fully inside me. He leaned down and brushed my hair away from my face. “You okay, sweetheart?” Once I nodded, he kissed my forehead softly and said, “It’s going to feel much better in a second.”
It was a snug fit with a lot of heightened sensitivity—on both our parts, judging by his low, pleasure-filled grunts—but soon he was rotating his hips and gradually moving in and out. Suddenly, as he predicted, the pain vanished and was replaced with a new sensation, a better one. Beneath him, my body shimmied against his until I was undulating like crazy and speeding up the rhythm he had set.
“Are you going for extra credit, young lady?” he teased.
I grinned at that, but thrust my hips again, matching his every stroke. He lifted my ankles, holding them at hip level while he continued to spur me on to new heights. When he couldn’t stop me from gyrating my hips, he draped my legs over his shoulder in an interesting new position.
“Darlin’, slow down. I want to make love to you for longer than three minutes.”
I ignored him, enjoying the sensation of him digging his fingers into my hips as he tried to slow my movements. He took my mouth forcefully, probing his tongue inside, as he rocked his hips into mine, thrusting deeper inside me. Flesh pounded against flesh as he tried to control my eagerness and keep himself from going over the edge. When that didn’t work, he pressed my knees into my chest and made shallower thrusts.
He was still inside me when the orgasm overtook me and my contractions milked him to his own. His jaw clenched tight and the veins in his neck protruded as his release rendered him immobile.
Finally, he collapsed next to me and patted my bare bottom. “Fuck,” he said, blowing out a hard breath. “You’ve got to show me those videos you’ve been watching.” He panted heavily and ran his fingers through his sweat-soaked hair. “Then we’re going to have a cram session with those books. Holy shit!”
Chapter Sixteen
Early the next morning, I awoke curled into a hard chest with an arm tucked firmly around me as a large hand stroked leisurely down the curve of my spine. I reveled in the sensation of his rough, calloused fingertips traveling over my smooth bare skin and let out a small sigh. I hadn’t slept that soundly in years.
Cowboy shifted to look at my face, apparently