He licked her folds,
and she floated downward, her body sinking into the softness of his bed. His finger left her ass and he tongued her once, twice more, before he crawled upward and crushed his mouth to hers in a searing kiss. He tasted of the crisp honey-lemonade they had shared, spiced with her female musk. Intoxicating. Their tongues dueled and tangled, their breaths mingled, until he ripped his lips from hers, panting.
“Condom,” he said, and extended his arm and fumbled in his nightstand drawer. A few seconds later, sheathed, he plunged into her hot, willing cunt.
Jill let out a soft sigh as her walls clamped around him. Good. So damn good. Like he was born to fill her. A perfect fit.
“Darlin’, you’re so tight right after you come. So hot.”
His voice, deep and hoarse, swirled around her like a smoky bourbon. So fucking sexy. He pulled out and thrust into her again, his hardness sliding along the swollen nub of her clit. She squeezed her legs together and hugged his hips as he drove his cock harder and harder into her. Each time he pulled out, she whimpered until he drove back in.
“So tight, Jill. So fuckin’ tight.”
With each thrust, she longed to cry out her true feelings of love for him. Was it too soon? They’d only been seeing each other a couple months. But with each kiss of his lips, each stroke of his long, hard cock, Jill knew, without a doubt, that she was in love with Dale Cross. The way he worshiped her body, made love to her soul, he had to feel the same way.
Didn’t he?
She grabbed the firm cheeks of his bottom.
He groaned. “Yeah, Jill. I love when you play with my ass.”
She squeezed him and pushed downward, forcing him farther into her heat. “Dale,” she panted, as her climax ascended, “Dale, I—”
“Jillian, I can’t hold on any longer,” he rasped. “I’m sorry, darlin’, I wanted you to come again… God!” He thrust into her one last time, releasing.
Her orgasm hit her as his hot cum shot into the condom. She spasmed around him.
“Yeah, yeah,” he said. “You’re coming too. I’m glad. So glad…” He kissed her neck with firm, moist lips. “Damn, I’ve missed you.”
Jill’s whole body quivered from her climax, from his sweet kiss, but mostly from his admission that he’d missed her. She’d missed him so much she’d gotten a speeding ticket getting back home to see him. The job offer she’d received—complete with significant pay increase—to relocate back to Denver paled in comparison to life here with Dale. She’d say no first thing tomorrow.
“Give me a few minutes, darlin’,” he said, “and I’ll be good to go again. I’ll last longer next time, I promise.” He slid off her slick body onto his back and reached for her.
She snuggled into his arms and inhaled his intoxicating blend of cinnamon, cedarwood, and male musk. Dale never wore cologne. Jill breathed in the spicy aroma again. Mmm. If he could bottle his own fragrance, he’d make a fortune.
She lifted her head and took in his sculpted chest, the dark hairs curling over his nipples matted with the sheen of his sweat. He looked good enough to eat. Again.
He tilted his head toward her. “You want some more lemonade, darlin’?”
She nodded and stretched her arms over her head. “I’ve got a thirst to quench, that’s for sure, cowboy.”
The adorable dimple in his right cheek twinkled at her when he smiled. “Sit tight. I’ll be right back with a cool drink.”
Jill watched his lean backside as he strode out of the bedroom. He was so handsome, with a face and body like a god. She could look into his beautiful bronze eyes forever and never tire of their piercing fire.
She stretched again and let her body sink into the cool cotton sheets covering Dale’s king-sized bed. A bed she hoped to occupy for a long, long time. Her fingers wandered to her nipples and she stroked them, bringing each to a tight bud. Mmm. So good. She plucked at them lazily, imagining Dale’s talented lips sucking each one. She let one hand drop and graze her swollen clit. Her pussy was still soaked, and she rubbed the smooth folds between her fingers. Within minutes, she was close to climax again.
But where was Dale? How long did it take to pour two glasses of honey-lemonade, anyway? “Dale?” She sat up, her pussy still pulsing with the need to come. But why go at it alone? She’d just as soon bring herself to orgasm with Dale’s hard cock in her mouth. And this time she’d swallow him whole and feel his hot cum trickle across her tongue.
She stood and ambled out the door. “Cowboy, I’m still horny, and it’s going to take more than your famous honey-lemonade to cool me off—”
She stopped abruptly in Dale’s kitchen, her words dangling in midair. Dale stood at the counter, his back to her, wearing green cotton boxers. When had he put them on? But her boyfriend’s attire was the least of Jill’s concerns.
At the table sat another cowboy nearly as hot as Dale himself. And not a thread of clothing covered her.
The blond cowboy’s lips curved into a grin as he ran his long fingers through his tousled hair. Lapis lazuli eyes raked over Jill’s nude body.
“Seems I’ve been gone too long, Dale,” he said. “The scenery’s definitely changed around here”—he arched a nutmeg eyebrow—“for the better.”