For Sam: A new-girl small town cowboy romance

Chapter 39 Sam

Never feeling more lovely than this moment, I relish the way I’m tingling everywhere and how my lips press against Tommy’s. My leg wraps around his only to find it frustratingly clothed in denim.

“What about your jeans?” I ask as his hand roams my breast and stomach, making me squirm in the best ways possible.

“Soon enough, cowgirl.”

Who knew a nickname could be so sexy?

“I have plans before my pants come off,” he says against my ear. “We’ll have time to get the dirt out of our hair before—”

“Oh my goodness,” I interject, turning my head to see if I’ve ruined his pillowcase.

Undeterred by my worry, Tommy lazily nibbles at my ear. “So we might as well get a little dirtier before cleaning up.”

Jesus, he knows how to switch off my anxious thoughts at the drop of a hat.

“And would I be able to use the shower here before facing your family again?” I ask.

“Of course,” he says. “And it’s a new one that I put in a few months ago. An overdue upgrade from the childhood one Chuck and I shared.”

His fingers run down my seam and dip into my core, making wet sounds that, instead of horrifying him, seem to turn him on even more. “You’re really aiming for three?” I ask, a little dazed at the idea.

“I’m really aiming for three.” His breath shudders as his fingers pump once, twice. “I wish you knew how amazing you feel gripping my fingers like this.”

Part of me thinks I should hide my face and be embarrassed, but the way his voice has gotten all raspy, the desperation in his kisses, and the groans that leave him only increase my desire. If he can be so open with me, I can do the same, right?

“Inside doesn’t do much for me,” I explain, trying to be specific but my brain is in overdrive with the ways he’s touching me. Being in his bed with him right here makes me feel like I’m surrounded by him. This man who just gave me a damn fine orgasm. His finger finds the rough spot I’ve explored many times and taps it as he pumps a few more times.

“This, right?”

I nod. “It doesn’t feel bad, but it doesn’t really contribute?”

“I’ll keep my attention right here then.” His fingers pull out to rub near my clit and he kisses me, his tongue plunging into my mouth with a confidence that feels like he was born to do this. “You’re blowing your dare right out of the water, by the way. I hope you’re enjoying it.”

Tommy falls into the rhythm he found so easily just minutes ago.

“I definitely am.” The climb is faster this time and I don’t know what to do with myself knowing that he’s lying here with me while he gets no attention. I don’t want to ask why it has been so long for him and sound judgmental, but if he’s giving me a second orgasm right here, right now, I don’t want him to be left empty-handed.

Plus, I’m interested to find out what he’s got zipped up.

I loosen my grip on his hair, which he doesn’t seem to mind me using as reins to guide his mouth back to mine when I miss it, and my fingers work their way over his pec and down his stomach. His muscles react to my touch and dance under my fingertips. When they trace the sensitive skin right above his belt, he releases a shaky breath.

“I think you’re trying to kill me, Samantha.”

“I’m just trying to make sure you don’t feel neglected. I won’t do anything drastic before you’re done, I promise.”

“I can’t tell if it’s sexier to think of you keeping or breaking that promise.” His voice is a husky whisper in my ear and his warm breath sends shivers down my body.

I pull on his belt and loosen it, bringing my other hand to work the button on his jeans. I feel his hard length through the fabric and am not surprised that he feels longer than average so far but not too thick where I’m worried he’d hurt me from his size alone. The button releases with a pop and then I slowly undo his fly. As the zipper opens, he makes a deep sound in the back of his throat.

“I think you’re definitely trying to kill me now,” he says, his underwear allowing his penis more space. “Remember, you can touch me however you’d like, just know I’ll finish pretty damn fast.”

“I’ll be careful.” I let myself explore the feeling of him over the fabric slowly from where his shaft is accessible with his pants still on. I trace a vein running up until I feel the slightly damp fabric over his tip. Knowing that he’s leaking from our activities so far enhances the sensations I’m experiencing. Since he”s the one in charge and I’ve only minimally touched him, this is his reaction from pleasuring me.

His fingers slip inside of me again, dragging more of my desire up to my clit and I shudder at the sensation.

“Are you close, cowgirl?”

I let a breathy “yes” escape me because everything is building quickly, the desire gathering deep inside of me as he works me.

“Good, chase that for me.”

And I do.

My fingers freeze around his penis as my back arches, pressing my chest into his, my nipples relishing the feel of his skin. I close my eyes and my breath hitches in a shallow inhale that fills me with the scent of cedar and garlic. It feels like Tommy is everywhere and I’m wrapped up in nothing but his attention and his need to bring me pleasure not just a second time, but a third. It’s that final thought that brings me over the edge and I shatter against him, my hands somehow on his back, clutching him with my nails digging into his skin.

I hear Tommy curse and tell me I’m amazing while he drags out every last ounce of this orgasm until I’m twitching. He slows his fingers and dips them back into my core.

“Fuck, Samantha, what I wouldn’t give to taste you right now.”

My brain is a little hazy and I hum in response. And then my eyes fly open and I say, “You want to what?”

“I want to taste you so fucking badly.” He slants his mouth over mine and lets most of his weight press me into his mattress. I don’t think I’ve heard him cuss this much at one time before and it seems like he’s barely holding on.

When his tongue slows and I relax my hands, allowing him to lift up a little, he looks down at me, his desire written all over his face.

“I’ve never had anyone—”

His groan cuts me off and he rocks against me, making me throb for him once more. How can I be ready for another round so freaking soon?

“I won’t ever do anything you’re not comfortable with, Samantha Davies.” His lips return to mine gently and I’m the one whose desperation ramps everything up. My tongue darts out and he opens immediately for me as my legs wrap around his waist, keeping him pinned against me. I let my hands explore his back and shoulders, noting how he flexes each time he shifts above me. His mouth leaves mine so he can nip my earlobe, driving me up the wall.

“Okay.” The word leaves me before I can overanalyze the million ways this could somehow ruin things between us.

Tommy’s eyes snap to mine. “You’re sure?”

This time I just nod and the sound he makes rumbles in his chest and I feel it all the way to my toes.