and he intended to keep her up there.
* * *
B ETHANY ’ S FIRST CLIMAX nearly turned her inside out as promised. She was still shuddering in reaction when Nash brought his mouth into play. She sensed he was about to make good on his boast. Gasping and uttering wild, inarticulate noises, she gave herself up to the most sensuous round of oral sex she’d ever experienced.
He didn’t mess around, this cowboy. He was coming to get her, and the tension built so quickly in her womb that in seconds he’d hurled her over the precipice into another shattering orgasm. She was just beginning to gather herself together when he began his assault again.
“I can’t! ”
He lifted his mouth long enough to say, “Sure you can,” before seeking her essence once again. He’d breached her defenses and taken all she possessed. Now he demanded total surrender.
Heaven help her, she gave it—loudly, joyously, and yes, with much flailing around. A woman experiencing an orgasm this intense simply had to flail. When he finally lowered her hips and bestowed one parting kiss on her drenched curls, she sank to the bed in boneless ecstasy. He had, indeed, turned her inside out.
The mattress shifted.
“Please don’t leave,” she murmured.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Foil crinkled. “We still have unfinished business.”
She struggled to find enough air in her lungs to tell him she was done. “You’ll have to...finish it.”
His chuckle was low and filled with desire. “Don’t worry. I have enough momentum to carry both of us.”
“Good.”
He moved between her thighs. “A true gentleman wouldn’t ask this of you.” Bracing himself on his forearms, he probed gently with the tip of his penis. “But I’ve never claimed to be a true gentleman, and I need...” He sucked in a breath and rocked forward, burying himself deep. “This.” He stayed still for several long moments before letting out his breath. Then he leaned down and kissed her gently. “Perfect.”
Despite having three orgasms and feeling as if she had no more to give, Bethany found herself reacting to the delicious slide of his penis. “You feel good inside me.”
“That’s the general idea.” He drew back a fraction and pushed home again. “If this didn’t feel really good, the human race would have died out long ago.”
The light had nearly faded from the room. Yet she looked up at him, wanting to make that connection even though they couldn’t see each other very well. “You’re keeping a tight rein on yourself, aren’t you?”
“Trying to. I don’t want to jolt you out of your postorgasmic haze if I can help it.” He drew back and slid in again.
She found the energy to wiggle her hips. “You must want more than that. You’ve been on the verge of coming for quite a while. Aren’t you ready to turn that bad boy loose?”
He squeezed his eyes shut. “You’re a wicked woman, Bethany Grace. If you’re not careful what you say, you’re liable to find yourself being ridden like you’ve never been ridden before.”
His words lit a flash fire that burned away her exhaustion and left desire beating a steady tattoo in her core. “You know what?” She wrapped her legs around his hips. “I’d like nothing better.”
He hesitated, as if not quite believing what he’d heard. Then he groaned and his whole body tensed. “Damn, lady. I hope you know what you’re asking for.”
As she continued to gaze up at him, she clutched his muscled arms, loving the way they flexed beneath her fingers. “Do it, cowboy. Ride like the wind.”
With a soft oath, he eased back, but this time he didn’t return slowly. Oh, no. He shoved into her with a force that lifted her from the mattress.
Wow. She’d had no idea, but there was no time to think, only to feel. Nash radiated raw masculine power as instinct replaced logic. He seemed driven by the need to claim and possess, and she responded with primitive joy as she absorbed the pounding rhythm that
* * *
B ETHANY ’ S FIRST CLIMAX nearly turned her inside out as promised. She was still shuddering in reaction when Nash brought his mouth into play. She sensed he was about to make good on his boast. Gasping and uttering wild, inarticulate noises, she gave herself up to the most sensuous round of oral sex she’d ever experienced.
He didn’t mess around, this cowboy. He was coming to get her, and the tension built so quickly in her womb that in seconds he’d hurled her over the precipice into another shattering orgasm. She was just beginning to gather herself together when he began his assault again.
“I can’t! ”
He lifted his mouth long enough to say, “Sure you can,” before seeking her essence once again. He’d breached her defenses and taken all she possessed. Now he demanded total surrender.
Heaven help her, she gave it—loudly, joyously, and yes, with much flailing around. A woman experiencing an orgasm this intense simply had to flail. When he finally lowered her hips and bestowed one parting kiss on her drenched curls, she sank to the bed in boneless ecstasy. He had, indeed, turned her inside out.
The mattress shifted.
“Please don’t leave,” she murmured.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Foil crinkled. “We still have unfinished business.”
She struggled to find enough air in her lungs to tell him she was done. “You’ll have to...finish it.”
His chuckle was low and filled with desire. “Don’t worry. I have enough momentum to carry both of us.”
“Good.”
He moved between her thighs. “A true gentleman wouldn’t ask this of you.” Bracing himself on his forearms, he probed gently with the tip of his penis. “But I’ve never claimed to be a true gentleman, and I need...” He sucked in a breath and rocked forward, burying himself deep. “This.” He stayed still for several long moments before letting out his breath. Then he leaned down and kissed her gently. “Perfect.”
Despite having three orgasms and feeling as if she had no more to give, Bethany found herself reacting to the delicious slide of his penis. “You feel good inside me.”
“That’s the general idea.” He drew back a fraction and pushed home again. “If this didn’t feel really good, the human race would have died out long ago.”
The light had nearly faded from the room. Yet she looked up at him, wanting to make that connection even though they couldn’t see each other very well. “You’re keeping a tight rein on yourself, aren’t you?”
“Trying to. I don’t want to jolt you out of your postorgasmic haze if I can help it.” He drew back and slid in again.
She found the energy to wiggle her hips. “You must want more than that. You’ve been on the verge of coming for quite a while. Aren’t you ready to turn that bad boy loose?”
He squeezed his eyes shut. “You’re a wicked woman, Bethany Grace. If you’re not careful what you say, you’re liable to find yourself being ridden like you’ve never been ridden before.”
His words lit a flash fire that burned away her exhaustion and left desire beating a steady tattoo in her core. “You know what?” She wrapped her legs around his hips. “I’d like nothing better.”
He hesitated, as if not quite believing what he’d heard. Then he groaned and his whole body tensed. “Damn, lady. I hope you know what you’re asking for.”
As she continued to gaze up at him, she clutched his muscled arms, loving the way they flexed beneath her fingers. “Do it, cowboy. Ride like the wind.”
With a soft oath, he eased back, but this time he didn’t return slowly. Oh, no. He shoved into her with a force that lifted her from the mattress.
Wow. She’d had no idea, but there was no time to think, only to feel. Nash radiated raw masculine power as instinct replaced logic. He seemed driven by the need to claim and possess, and she responded with primitive joy as she absorbed the pounding rhythm that
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