Cowboys & Horses

Chapter 22

**Reader Warning - This chapter is an open door s3x scene. If you'd rather not read this part, you can skip straight to chapter 23 without it interrupting the flow of the story. If you're ok with some intimate detail, then read on and enjoy ;-) **

He melted us together in a slow, passionate embrace. When he had me holding onto him out of my mind with decadence, he broke our kiss. I moaned in protest, only to then moan with pleasure when he grazed tender kisses across my cheek and down my neck. I leaned my head back, hoping it would be enough enticement to keep his mouth on my skin.

He moved a hand to my top, peeling it from my body bit by bit. As he slid it off me, short, shallow breaths took over me. The anticipation mixed with nerves was sending my head into a spin. Standing before him trembling, he took his time to kiss every part of my bare skin. Whilst he used his lips to coat me with soft caresses, he kept his hands on me, skimming over the parts he hadn't yet blessed with his lips.

I was floating on cloud nine, ready to bask in heaven. Finally, he stood back in front of me and curled his arms around me.

"You're like silk to touch," he said, brushing his fingers up and down my back.

I couldn't stand it anymore—I wanted him against me, skin to skin. I tugged at his shirt, surprised when he stripped it off himself. My plan had been to tease him as much as he had done me. I wanted to know I could drive him as crazy as he was me.

"This is all for you tonight," he said, kissing my ear.

Settling his hands back in the curve of my waist, he moved back and caught my eye contact. He edged his fingers closer to the clasp of my bra, watching me all the time. Goosebumps chased his fingers, adding more shudders to me. When it sprung free, I whimpered, nerves getting the better of me.

Brushing the straps down my arms, it dropped on the floor. His attention fell to my exposed chest heaving up and down in front of him.

"Perfect."

His whisper drove more shivers over me as he guided me back onto the bed. Laying topless on my back, I couldn't take my eyes off him as he unzipped his trousers. When he was above me, in just a pair of tight black boxers, I couldn't believe this man, this gorgeous, perfect man wanted me.

Every inch of him was covered in taut, defined muscles. My eyes trailed down his lithe body, following the seductive lines either side of his groin. I couldn't believe I'd been laid on a bed with him for two days and done nothing but kiss him.

He worked my jeans down my legs inch by inch, kissing each new piece of skin as he went. By the time he'd taken them off, I was fighting the urge to beg him to satiate me. When he slid his hands up the insides of my thighs, I thought I was going to internally combust.

He touched me there, sweeping his fingers up and down my underwear. I could feel my excitement and knew he would feel the depths of it even from the outside of my lacy thong. Embarrassed, I covered my face with my hands to hide my tomato cheeks.

"What are you doing?" he whispered, taking my hands back. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, Sophie."

I closed my eyes and tried my hardest to concentrate on slowing my breathing down. But then he slid my thong down my legs, leaving me completely bare to him. He kissed his way back up my thighs and gently pushed my legs apart.

I was tingling all over, desperate for that sweet release but also never wanting this to end. The intensity of his focus on me in such an intimate place made me want to squirm and cover myself up. Ben had never liked giving oral, making me paranoid about myself.

"Wow," he said, kissing either side my entrance. "Just beautiful. Absolutely beautiful."

I grabbed at the bedsheets, really struggling with the thought of him paying such attention to me.

He placed his hands on my hips. "Relax, Sophie. Trust me."

When he laid a kiss on me, I convulsed on the spot. Without giving me another second to think, he stroked me with his tongue, delving inside me. I groaned at the incredible feeling I'd been missing out on all these years. Every part of me was on fire, surges of tingles shooting up and down my body, all settling in an excited bundle in between my legs.

Tiny explosions erupted within me, hinting at the approaching burst of relief. He kept his leisurely rhythm, taking his time between kissing and licking me. This build up was killing me. I could feel it rising, my core tightening and ready to spring free, but the gradual tempo he was using was leaving me breathless, ready to beg for anything just so I could jump over that cliff edge and float in rapture.

When it did happen, it was such a steady tumble that I wasn't ready for it. He kept going, lapping at me whilst I wriggled beneath him, calling his name. The sharp, quick release I was used to was replaced by a soothing, prolonged stay in paradise.

Whilst I laid there, basking in seventh heaven and trying to gain some sense of reality, he moved up the bed, leaning over me. I glanced down to see he was naked, and raised an eyebrow at his size.

"Are you part horse or something?" I asked, my voice croaky from my taste of his tongue skills.

He grinned and positioned himself between my legs. "Are you ok?"

Looking into those hazelnut eyes of his, I only had one answer. "Yes."

He slipped his hands underneath my back, cuddling me to him. He gifted me a kiss before pressing his nose to mine. "Keep looking at me."

I wound my arms around his back, trying to calm the wave of nerves threatening to crumble me in seconds. I kept my focus locked onto him, losing myself already in his ardour filled eyes.

And then I felt him pressing against me. I held onto him, my fingers digging into his back. My walls were slowly giving way to him, accepting him little by little. A sweat broke out on his forehead and the clench of his jaw told me of his own struggle. As he moved through me, I fought not to close my eyes and enjoy myself.

When we were as one, he kissed me, teasing my mouth open with his tongue. And then he started moving. A relaxed, unhurried rhythm, all the time kissing me, massaging me where his fingers touched, drowning me in divine sensations over and over again.

I was encased inside his world, elated, high on him, and enveloped in his unyielding attention. Swimming in a hazy fog, I would quite happily stay in this bubble of ours forever. I knew then that now I'd given my body to him, it would only be a matter of time before he took my heart and soul too.