Her tongue flicks again and my head falls back to the cot as my mouth falls open. She takes me deep into her mouth. Her cheeks hollow and her tongue flattens as she sucks me. I gasp as the air in the room seems to evaporate with the tantalizing motions of her dirty little mouth.
She moans as she sucks me and her hand works the bottom of my shaft. Her pleasure at the act reverberates inside of me.
My hands are in her hair, guiding her, not that she needs it. Up and down. Her tongue swirls around the head before she takes me into her throat again.
Finally, my hands tighten in her hair and I growl, “Enough. Ride me, Eliza. Take me deep inside of you. I need to feel you around me.”
She releases my cock from her mouth and stares at me. Her eyes are wide, her hair is fisted in my hands, and her mouth is swollen from my cock. She’s completely gorgeous.
Taking her time, she slides up my body, aligning her thighs with my hips. She hovers over me and sinks down. I slide in easily, with no guidance needed. As if, I was made for her and inside of her is where I belong. Where I need to be.
She moves and I arch my hips before sitting up, still inside of her. She gasps and her hands curve over my shoulders to keep from falling. With her hands cupping my shoulders, she lifts her hips before sliding them back down to rest on my thighs.
My hands lock on her hips and I hold her in place, preventing her from moving. My cock jumps inside of her and her breathing is escalated as she opens her mouth and looks down at me with a question on her face. “Why are you stopping me?” Her voice is languid and breathy.
We need to have a conversation, darlin’.
Looking into her eyes, I growl. “When I stopped you from talking in the truck… What were you going to say?”
Her eyes widen and she blinks, “Are you serious, Falcon? You want to know what I was going to saynow?!” She looks down at our joined bodies and then frowns at me. “Like right now? When we’re both buck naked and I’m on top of you… riding you… with your dick inside of me… you want to talk?”
Yes, darlin’. I do.
I slide my hips a little and her eyes cross as I hit the sweet spot. Her fingers tighten on my shoulders, digging into the muscle. I nod at her, “Yes, Ma’am.”
She balks. “No.” Her hips try to move and her thighs tighten as she attempts to pull back from my grip. I’m not letting go. She sighs and slaps my shoulders. “What do you think I was going to say to you?” I can see what looks like a hint of fear in her eyes.
Leaning up, I take her mouth and kiss her until she softens in my arms again. When she’s plaint and molded back against me, I lift my hips to give her just a taste of what she wants before stilling again and leaning back. Her eyes are soft as she watches me.
Smiling at her, I throatily say, “I hope that you were about to tell me that you loved me, Eliza.” She freezes and her eyes widen as she sucks her lip into her mouth. “Because, I sure as shit am inlovewithyou.”
She gasps and freezes. Her entire body tightens and then she breathlessly exhales. “You… you are?!”
I nod. “I am. I love you, you confounded woman. From the second that you fell into my horse trough and accused me of not being a gentleman I’ve been unable to shake you. You’re right, you’re not from here, but, damned if you don’t fit right in. Everything about this says that we shouldn’t work.
“I’m a stubborn roughneck rancher from Texas and you’re as city as city gets. Los Angeles is your home and you’ve built something that many people dream of out there. I tried that life once…” I sigh and my heart pangs as I remember, but then I shrug. “That life, ain’t for me. But, it is for you. Now, I don’t rightly know what that means for us, but, I know that I love you. And, I’d be willing to double down on this ranch that you love me, too.”
I love her. I do.
This country boy loves Miss Fancy Pants. We shouldn’t make a lick of sense, but we do.
Fact is, Eliza does fit in here. She’s learned how to do the shit that Tanzy cringed at, and more than that, she’s willing to do it. Which Tanzy never was.
Not that I can ask her to stay. I can’t. I won’t.
So, even though I love her, I don’t know just where the shit that leaves us.
Eliza is still biting her lip, staring at me. Shaking off my thoughts, I ask, “Do you, darlin’? Do you love me, too?”
Her eyes crinkle and she nods. “I do. I love you, my Cocky Cowboy. I love your smug and stubborn ass. I love that you can take my shit in stride and that you throw shit of your own at me with no apologies.” She sighs and leans back in my arms. I let her. Her head cocks to the side. “I love you, Falcon Donovan. But…”
Here’s the but… the giant elephant in the room.
She frowns. “But, you won’t come out to L.A. and I won’t ask you to. This is your life. You love it here. This is your home. This is your heart…”
Exactly… and her home is not here…
I nod, saying nothing.
