For Sam: A new-girl small town cowboy romance

Chapter 49 Sam

Iwould be pinching myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming if I hadn’t just been sliding my lady parts up and down Tommy’s penis. Good lord, why does my brain use the least sexy words to describe our most intimate places? But no, that definitely wasn’t a dream, it was very, very real. If someone had told me about doing that, I would have questioned if it would actually feel good or be sexy.

Oh my, it was.

And now, Tommy’s fingers are almost to my clit while I’m held tight against him with water spraying my chest as he’s partially under the rain shower head. After the mud extravaganza, being under the warm water with his body pressing against mine feels decadent. He holds my face in place so he can watch me and kiss me all he wants, his tongue dipping in just as his fingers make their first circle.

My body shivers and Tommy’s body absorbs it, keeping me perfectly where he wants me, quickly building that pressure deep inside of me. One of my hands holds on to his neck, helping to keep me up as my knees weaken any time he hits my clit straight on. My other hand is locked onto his forearm where I’m sure, by the end of this shower, he’ll be sporting marks from my nails digging into his skin.

Instead of being mortified at the thought that someone might see evidence of us being together, it only adds to the pleasure building. I’m not about to be an exhibitionist, but something about the inevitable marks gives me thoughts of Tommy being mine. Of me laying claim to him.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he tells me, looking down at my face and my naked body.

For once, I don’t want to hide. I don’t feel the urge to cover myself. I don’t resist the sensations driving me higher and higher. So I push my backside into him a little more, creating a rhythm for him to grind against. There’s no way for me to reach him with how he has me pinned, but I’m feeling desperate for him to climb with me.

Because I’m going to peak soon.

“Here I thought we were taking care of you.” His breath is hot against my neck while he runs his nose up the side of it. A whimper escapes me.

Again, Tommy Landen is in control. And just like before, he’s laser focused on how I respond to his touch, somehow amplifying each sensation. He captures my mouth with his, releasing my chin. His fingers trailing down my neck to my breasts. I raise onto my toes and he picks up the pace on my clit and pinches my nipple softly.

Our tongues meet as our kisses become increasingly desperate. My grip on the back of his neck feels like I’m going to leave a bruise, but I seem to be climbing higher against him as I get closer to my climax. And he doesn’t seem to mind one bit.

Tommy’s lips leave mine and trace my jaw all the way to my ear, finding that sensitive spot just behind it that has me panting and squeezing my eyes shut.

“I’m so close,” I tell him, my voice almost drowned out from the shower.

“Oh I know, cowgirl. Ride it out for me.”

Then he nips my earlobe and my whole body tenses as my breath catches. He adds more pressure between my legs and I go off like fireworks on the Fourth of July. The hand that was on my breast wraps around me to keep me upright as I shudder and my knees buckle while the pleasure tears through me in waves.

It’s not until I giggle from being overstimulated does Tommy let up, needing to get every ounce of pleasure he can from each of my orgasms.

“Oh my goodness,” I say, breathless. “A girl could get used to this.”

“Fuck, I hope so,” he says, turning me in his arms and giving me what I could only describe as an all-consuming kiss.

Even in the afterglow of what just happened seconds ago, nothing exists besides Tommy and me in this moment. The water spray is gentle and our bodies easily glide as we shift and sway a little. It’s almost like a slow dance, except you don’t kiss someone like this on the dance floor. At least, not in public.

This is the kind of kiss that no one else gets to see because it feels like a promise. One that we can’t put into words right now, but a promise nonetheless. That this is something that has a future and isn’t a fling. That this is more than just a good time or breaking records. This kiss is everything.

I open my eyes to see him looking down at me with a combination of tenderness and desire. He looks comfortable and confident in this. In us.

A little voice in the back of my head tries to worm its way into my thoughts that all of this is too fast, too soon. That no one can be this good. Not for me.

But I squash that down, living in this moment. Not letting those usual doubts sour what’s going so well.

Tommy Landen isn’t a perfect person, but I’m working hard to keep my eyes wide open to what we’ll need to compromise in the future. The biggest hurdle I can see right now is that I assume he wants to live here at Landen Acres. But lord, that’s not something we have to cover.

“Where’s your mind going, Sam?” he asks, interrupting my train of thought.

There’s a very hard penis between us right now that I don’t want to ignore, so instead of asking him about future living arrangements, I simply say, “To this ranch.”

He smiles and clasps his hands behind my back. “Oh yeah?”

I nod as he kisses my forehead. “Yeah. But I have something else on my mind, too.”

“What’s that?”

My hand answers, reaching between us to grip him. He buries his face in my neck with a long groan.

“Fuck, Samantha,” he mumbles against my skin.

“You’ll tell me what you want to do differently?” I ask, both hands now working him.

“Please keep doing anything you want.”