her hormones.”
Slowly, he took off his cowboy hat and set it on the bale beside me, the entire time keeping his eyes focused on mine. Then he watched me as his tongue slid along my slit.
“Oh my God,” I moaned, my hips lifting into him.
“I’m just tasting your delicious nectar.”
Nectar? Whatever, as long as he didn’t stop. I grabbed his head, pulling his mouth into my dripping core. “Clint,” I moaned, my chin arcing toward the ceiling with pleasure. “I-I’ve been so horny with this pregnancy. I thought for sure it meant I was having a boy.”
Clint made his tongue stiff and penetrated me with it. “I think it means you got pregnant with the right guy,” he said smugly before he returned to treating me to heaven with his tongue. I made a keening sound. My breasts had grown heavy, nipples tight and stiff inside my bra.
“Clint,” I moaned again as he found his way back to my clit. He teased the stiff bud with his tongue then affixed his lips over it and sucked.
I clapped a hand over my mouth to hold in my scream. It felt so good. I didn’t want it to stop, and yet I was desperate for the finish at the same time. “I can’t—I can’t—” I panted.
Clint paused, damn him and looked up at me from between my shamelessly parted thighs. “You can’t what?”
“Please don’t stop,” I gasped. “Oh, please, I’m so close.”
He chuckled, his hot breath bathing my flesh. “I know what you need,” he claimed, the cocky bastard. And he was right. He knew exactly what I needed.
“Why is it like this with you? It’s… intense. I swear, I’ve never felt like this before.”
He growled. Actually growled then softened it with a melty look. “Sugar.” Then he got to work, sucking hard on my clit as he inserted two fingers in my channel, curling them up to hit my g-spot. As an Ob/Gyn nurse, I knew the workings of the female anatomy very well. But it seemed Clint’s knowledge blew mine to bits because when he found my back pucker with his thumb, I left the stratosphere orgasming so hard. My belly jumped, inner walls sucked on his fingers, anus pulled in and the stable spun in circles as I turned inside out.
It was possible my scream had scared Starshine. The intensity of it sure scared me. I’d never had anyone touch my ass before during sex. Well, ever. I was going to have to change my thoughts about that because holy hell, that had pushed me over the edge.
I didn’t know how much time passed before my vision cleared and I became aware of my surroundings again. The stable. My panting breath. Clint’s satisfied smirk as he slid his fingers out and licked them, one after the other as if he was getting the last bits of a tasty treat. His mouth and chin were glistening. Oh my god, I was all over him. I should have been mortified, but I was too well pleasured to give a shit. My horniness was soothed, for the moment.
“I’m gonna be hard all fucking evening thinking about that.” He reached down and adjusted himself. I looked, saw how big he was pressed against his zipper. He was a big cowboy… all over.
“Sorry,” I said automatically, biting my lip.
He shook his head. “Don’t you dare apologize. You have needs, sugar, and it’s my job to take care of them.”
“I’m not usually this… horny.”
He grinned. “You won’t hear me complaining. Watching you come is a fucking gift.” He pulled my jeans back up and zipped and buttoned me in them, making me feel cherished as hell. Making me think what a great dad he would make. “I’ll take care of you again when we get in bed later, naked.”
His phone rang, and he pulled it from his coat pocket. “It’s Rob, I need to take this, okay?” He held up a finger and paced away. “Yeah. Actually, I’m in the stable with Becky. Yes, Audrey’s friend. Yes. Yes. Okay.” He glanced over at me. “That should work. Hang on.” He pulled the phone from his ear and looked at me. “Audrey and Marina are at the main house with Willow, Rob’s wife, for a ladies’ happy hour if you want to join them. I need to stop in and talk to Rob for a bit. Would that work, sugar?”
Wow. A man who asked what I wanted to do before making plans. It shouldn’t seem novel,