TAKE TWO_ Who says you can't ma - Heather M. Orgeron Page 0,81
first two fingers in and out, using my thumb to massage her clit. With the other hand I knead her breast. I thrust my tongue between her lips, claiming her mouth with a guttural groan.
“I need to be inside you,” I rasp, withdrawing my fingers a second time, immediately making my intent clear so she doesn’t assume I’m toying with her again.
I feast on her neck while maneuvering us to the steps, pulling her lush body down to straddle my lap.
Her ravenous pussy squeezes my dick as I slide into her with haste, capturing her rapture-filled moan with a kiss.
I continue pumping into her, guiding her rocking movements with my hands on her hips. I feast on her breasts as she bounces in my lap with her hands fisted in my hair. We find our rhythm—our bodies moving in perfect harmony. We’re completely and wholly synced.
When I feel her walls clenching, I dip a hand between us, working my fingers—circling her nub—pinching her hard nipple—until my beautiful wife can go no more. She molds her mouth to mine, tangling our tongues together as she falls over the edge. I keep rocking into her, whispering against her ear how much I love her. How beautiful she is. How amazing it feels to be buried inside her. I don’t stop until the last wave of pleasure has worked its way through my wife’s body. Until I’m spent and she’s lying limp in my arms.
Nya
Cowboys & Senoritas
“Babe.” Liam peeks his head into the bathroom, where I’m rushing to finish curling my hair. I’ve been hearing our guests arriving for a while now, and I know he’s here to hurry me along. As if I’m not already freaking the hell out enough on my own.
With a roll of my tongue, I give him a thorough eye fucking. Desire blooms in my tummy, unfurling through my extremities as I drink him in. Those skintight jeans he’s wearing are just downright sinful. The blue plaid in his western-style button down really brings out the color of his eyes. He’s wearing it tucked in with a brown leather belt complete with Texas-sized buckle around the waist. “Well howdy, cowboy.”
With a grin, he tips his hat. “Hola, senorita.” Liam sneaks the rest of the way in, shutting the door quietly behind him. A chill moves through me as he saunters over until he’s pressing the impressive bulge tenting his jeans into my ass. “There’s no need to be alarmed, ma’am…” he rasps against my ear. “That ain’t a pistol in my pocket.”
With a raucous laugh I set the iron down, bracing myself on the bathroom counter. “Can I help you?”
He winks at me in the glass, his big hands cupping my bare shoulders. Fingering the spaghetti straps to my dress, he presses a lingering kiss at my temple. His lips trail the side of my face while his hands simultaneously trace my frame. “You look really sexy.”
His words have me smiling at my own reflection. Last night went a long way toward restoring my confidence. I actually feel pretty in the fuchsia fit and flare dress Hannah helped me pick out for the occasion. The v-neckline is flattering without being inappropriate. Ruched at the waist, it accentuates my pregnant belly without being too snug. The bottom flares out into a ruffle that hits mid-thigh, giving it a dainty mermaid vibe. “Thanks,” I say, giggling while he tickles my neck with butterfly kisses.
When I feel his hand grip my leg just above the knee, I’m no longer laughing. Liam’s eyes fix on mine in the glass as he slowly begins creeping along my inner thigh. His breath warms my ear when he lowers his face to mine. “Say, pretty lady… you uh… got any Texan in ya?” He scrubs a hand over the scruff lining his chin.
I shake my head, playing coy, even though I’m fairly certain I know where this going. “I don’t.” I spin in his arms, giving my lashes a quick flutter as I gaze up at him.
His teeth clamp down on the corner of his lower lip while he scours my body. “Ya want some?” With a waggle of his brow, his hands move to unfasten that obnoxious buckle.
I snort. “Slow down, cowboy. Our guests are going to come looking for us soon.”
“Oh, yeah.” He makes as if he’s shaking himself out of a stupor. “I knew there was a reason I came back here. Hannah said to hurry your ass up.”