Grunting, he grabs his cock and squeezes the base. “Angel, I don’t think I can let you this first time. I’m wound tight. All I can think about is tasting you right now.”
Pulling a condom out of his jeans, he lays it on the coffee table. Spreading my legs, his head drops down, and his tongue follows the path his finger just took, swiping me from top to bottom.
“Last time I had your sweet ass in front of me, and this time your wet pussy. I don’t know which is better.”
His mouth finds the tip of my clit, and he sucks hard. My hips come off the couch. Using his shoulders, he spreads me wider, while his hand flattens on my stomach to hold me in place.
“That’s better. Did you like me sucking on your clit?”
I look down at him. “Yes.” Holding my breath, I watch as his tongue sweeps out and strokes my clit. His dark brown eyes, almost black with desire, watch my face as he continues to stroke. Nodding my head, I reply. “I like you licking my clit, too.” His eyes gleam with satisfaction before his tongue dips down further. Spearing me, his tongue hits the nerves at the rim of my core.
He stops, and I moan. “Angel, do you like me tasting you?”
“Fuck, Shaw. Yes. Don’t stop. Please.” My hand grips his hair and pulls him back down. “Please.”
Giving a dark chuckle, it’s as if that was the trigger. He devours me. Licking, sucking, and feasting with his tongue.
Gripping his hair, it doesn’t take long before I come. “Shaw!” My orgasm rolls over me, but he doesn’t stop until I beg. “Please, I need you inside me. Not your mouth. I need your cock.”
Up on his knees, he rolls on the condom before settling between my legs again. This time, his cock is flush against me. My hips roll, relishing in the feel of his cock. Large hands reach up and hold my head.
“I fucking need you. Please don’t leave me.”
With that statement, he drives his cock into me slow but hard. Thrusting again and again, he makes sure I feel every inch of him inside me.
One arm grabs my leg and holds it out to the side so he can thrust deeper. “Fuck. Shaw, I’m not going anywhere.” My hand sweeps behind his head to pull him down for a kiss. Tasting myself on him, I mimic his thrusts as I kiss him roughly. “Damn, that feels so good. Harder.”
His eyes watch me intently as he continues to thrust. The emotion he displays washes over me. “I love you, Kate. My Angel. I love your mind, your generous heart, your laughter, your incredible body,” he groans, “I love you.” His pace picks up, and he starts moving deep and fast. “I love the feel of your wet pussy on my tongue. I love the feel of you wrapped tightly around my cock.” He moans low. “I love your sweet ass.”
“Faster. Please.” His hips are moving fast now.
His hand slips between us and rubs my clit. Tremors shoot through me, and I tighten down on his cock. “You’re so fucking close, Angel. That’s it. Come for me. Please.” He holds down tight on my clit, and I come. As soon as I cry out, he comes, too. “Yes, Angel. That’s it. Fuck.” Breathing heavily, he lowers my leg before dropping down to cage me in tight. “I meant what I said, Kate. I love you.” His lips tease mine back and forth.
“I love you, too, Shaw.” Brown eyes shoot up to capture mine. “I love your honor and sense of duty. I don’t love your stubbornness. I love your dedication to your family. I love your pride in your work, and in the ranch.” Grinning, I finish with, “I love your cock, too.”
Leaning down, he kisses me thoroughly. “Now, let’s go for round two.” Picking me up in his arms, he takes me back to my bedroom. “I think I remember you stating you wanted to taste me?”
Laughing, I wrap my arms around his neck. “I definitely want to taste you.”
