Suddenly, Griz removes his hand, leaving me empty and confused. I open my eyes and see Griz kneeling in front of me, gliding his hands up and down my thighs. “I need to taste you. Just one taste. Is that okay? Can I make you come on my tongue?”
“God yes,” I whimper. I don’t even care that I’m begging him. Griz created this mess, now he needs to lick it up.
Griz practically rips my jeans open, tugging them down my legs along with my soaking panties. “Jesus, how do you smell so good?” he says more to himself than to me.
Griz slips my shoes off and helps me step out of my jeans, staring at my pussy the whole time. I should probably be embarrassed or have at least a few reservations, right? I mean, we’re out in the open, I just had my first kiss, and now I’m going to let him eat me out?
Hell yes, I am.
I tremble as he ghosts his fingers up my legs, guiding one over his shoulder, exposing me completely to him.
“Perfect, just like the rest of you,” he whispers right before parting my lips with his tongue and sucking on my clit. Hard.
I buck my hips and grab his hair, overwhelmed by the sensation of his warm tongue against my sensitive, swollen clit. He growls into my pussy, the vibrations rattling my bones as he devours me.
Griz spears his tongue into my entrance and swirls his nose around my clit. My breaths come out as short little gasps as my muscles tense and pulse. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I feel myself teetering on the edge, close, so close to falling over into the unknown.
I open my mouth to tell him I’ve never felt like this, and I’m afraid of how hard I’m going to come, but a strangled scream takes over my voice as I explode on his tongue. I jerk in his arms, but Griz grips me tighter, steadying my movements even as he laps at me and bats my clit around, prolonging my pleasure.
He looks up at me right as I tip my head down to look at him. His eyes are stormy, dark, and feral. I see my juices covering his lips and nose, making me moan. Griz doesn’t give me any time to recover before flattening his tongue and licking me from bottom to top.
“Oh, ohmygod, Griz, I… I can’t…”
He grunts, and continues to nibble and suck on my folds. The world crashes down around me until all I can focus on are the relentless strokes of his tongue as he pushes me higher and higher, winds me tighter and tighter, increasing the pressure in my core almost unbearably.
I gasp and writhe as he plunges two fingers inside of me and curls them up, hitting some spot that makes my nerves light up and burn deliciously beneath my skin.
I can’t breathe. My heart thrashes. There’s a rushing sensation flooding my body. I feel like I have to twist away, back down from the onslaught of pleasure, but I can’t. I’m rooted in place, completely at his mercy.
My whole body gets tight. The pressure builds inside me, through my pelvis, over my skin, in my muscles, and along nerves. Pleasure swells and explodes as I convulse in his arms. He pins me to the tree, mercilessly eating me out with a growl. My sweaty flesh shakes as I jerk and fight my way through my orgasm.
I’m floating through space, through bliss, through lust and release. There’s a rhythmic, sharp throbbing between my legs that brings me down from my high. I open my eyes and see Griz slowly licking me up and down, swallowing down all of me, every last drop.
My bones turn to liquid as I slump against the tree, completely wrung out. Griz helps me get my jeans and shoes on and then stands up, pulling me into his chest. He holds me up and kisses me, letting me taste myself. He groans, and I bury my face in his chest, not sure what happens next.
“Thank you,” Griz says, surprising a laugh right out of me.
“I think that’s my line,” I breathe out, still winded from all my orgasms.
Griz chuckles as he combs his fingers through my hair. I melt against him, my softness sinking into the hard slabs of his muscles. I should feel self-conscious at the reminder of our obvious differences, but instead, I snuggle closer.
My cowboy holds me tighter, rocking us back and forth while we soak up everything about this moment.
Yeah, I’m definitely going to lose this bet. But in a way, I’m still the real winner. I get Griz, after all.
EIGHT
Griz
I throwa blanket over Daisy’s back before securing the saddle, adjusting the straps so everything is snug. The beautiful Appaloosa horse nods her head, her thick, shiny black mane fluttering around her neck.
Monty is in the corner of the stall, staring up at Daisy with a wary look in her eyes.
“Come over here,” I say with a smile, holding my hand out for Monty. “Daisy is gentle. She’s an older gal but still has a lot of life in her. Just not a ton of energy. Perfect for a first ride.”
“She’s huge,” Monty whispers, taking a tentative step forward. “I guess I didn’t realize how big horses were this close up.” I grin at her, but Monty blushes, dipping her head down. “Sorry. That was a dumb thing to say,” she mumbles.
I close the distance between us, looping an arm around her waist and pulling her against me. Leaning down, I brush a kiss to her temple before whispering, “I don’t want to hear you talking about yourself that way anymore. You’re not dumb.”