18. 18
Ava hoped she was doing this right. She loved the way Cowboy’s hands felt on her body, but other than a few groans, she hadn’t gotten any reaction from him as she’d used her mouth to work her way down his body.
When she reached the waistband of his underwear she hesitated. Hank had never let her do this to him. She knew most men seemed to like it, some begged for it, and she’d always wondered what it was like, but where did she go from here?
She ran her hand over his underwear, along the length of his erection, marveling for a moment how something could change so much.
“Um, Angel?” Cowboys voice had gone rough and breathy.
“Yeah?” She stayed bent low over his groin and looked up at him through her lashes.
“As much as I’m enjoying what you’re doing, we need to pull out one of those condoms, and I’d prefer not to come in your mouth the first time, which I will if you go much farther where you’re headed.”
She didn’t say anything, just continued to watch him.
“What I’d really love is if you’d let me wrap it up, then you would come up here and ride me.”
Heat washed through her body at his words. The image of her kneeling astride him, her back arched and her own hands toying with her breasts flashed through her mind.
“Ride you? You’d let me do that?”
“I’d let you do nearly anything you want. I’d love to see you ride me.” His green eyes had darkened to a deep emerald and his thumbs flicked across her nipples sending a frisson of pleasure through her.
She sat up, then leaned toward the still open table drawer to pull out the box of condoms. She wanted to whimper as her movements pulled her breasts out of his reach.
Box in hand she fumbled with it, trying to open the plastic seal wrapped around the box. After a moment she growled, bit the plastic, and ripped it off. She didn’t bother trying to open the box neatly, instead ripped the top off and pulled out a string of foil-wrapped sheaths. She dropped the string on the bed beside Cowboy and shoved the box onto the table.
By the time she’d turned back to Cowboy, he’d picked up the string, ripped one off and torn it open. He lifted his hips, shoved his boxer briefs down to where her legs rested on either side of his, and was unrolling the condom down his length.
As she watched him, trepidation filled her anew. She’d only ever been with Hank, who had sworn his manhood was large, but Cowboy’s was bigger. She had no doubt it would fit, but she wondered if it might hurt as she stretched to fit him.
He finished with the condom then lay back and curled his fingers at her in a come-hither motion. Ava couldn’t help the smile that curved her lips as she put her hands on his stomach and let them slide up his body as she leaned forward. She teased his nipples a moment, laving first one then the other with her tongue, before she crawled up his body, noticing how his erection slide along her skin as she moved, until they were face to face and his dick was lined up with her opening.
She kissed him again, letting the heat that always built between them wash away her inhibitions. Then she rocked back until he was pressed against her core and sat upright, letting her weight push her down over him. As she moved, she let her hands slide down his torso, then pulled them up her thighs and continued up her own torso. She cupped her own breasts for a moment before lightly pinching her nipples. A whimper escaped her throat as her hips met his. She was a little surprised there was no pain, but also filled with elation.
“God you’re beautiful.” Cowboy’s hands came to rest on her thighs as she lifted herself up a couple inches, then sank back down over him once more. It took her a moment to find a rhythm, and only a couple moments longer to realize it wasn’t her hands she wanted on her breasts, but his. She picked up his hands from where they rested on her thighs and brough them to her breasts.
When he covered them, squeezing then tweaking her nipples as if he knew exactly what she needed. Sensation overwhelmed her. Her body seemed to clench and a feeling she didn’t recall having ever felt before washed through her. She bit her bottom lip to keep from begging for more as her toes curled. Ava let her head fall back but kept moving. Whatever that feeling filling her body was, she needed more.
Cowboy’s thumb on her chin made her straighten and look at him, her hips still rocking against his.
“Don’t hold it in, Angel. I want to hear every gasp and moan.”
“I don’t know if I can do that,” she said, barely able to get the words out between breaths.
His hands went to her hips, guiding her to move just a little faster.
“You can do it. Just don’t think about it.”
She met his pace. He moved his hands from her hips back to her breasts and flicked and pinched her nipples. Heat raced through her. She couldn’t stop the cries of pleasure that escaped from her lips.
“More. Please, more.”
He rolled her nipples between her fingers sending bolts of heat to pool low in her belly.
Ava didn’t know what was happening to her, only that she didn’t want it to stop. The heat in her belly intensified, seeming to boil over, then exploded through her body. Her toes curled, she gripped Cowboy’s arms where he still cupped and played with her breasts, afraid she would fly away. A cry escaped her lips as her whole body seemed to clench and seize.
She didn’t know how long it lasted, only that when her body relaxed and she once more became aware of her surroundings, Cowboy still held her, still teased her nipples.
“I like hearing that, Angel. It tells me you’re getting what you need.”
“What was that?” Her voice shook.
Cowboy froze. His fingers stopped playing back and forth over her breasts and his hips stilled beneath her.
“Angel,” his voice had changed but she didn’t have the presence of mind to figure out how or what that meant right now, “please tell me you didn’t just say what I think you said?”
Ava blinked; her mind still sluggish. It took a moment for his words to process.
“What do you think I said?” She frowned down at where his gaze seemed to be locked on her face.
He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. She didn’t know if he was looking for patience or trying to regain his composure and control.
“While those weren’t your words, I think you just told me that after I don’t know how many years of marriage, that was your first orgasm.”
“Orgasm? No. I’m sure I’ve had those before.”
“But you didn’t know what that was.”
“Is that what that was?” Ava frowned, confused. She’d always enjoyed sex with her ex, enough that he’d told her frequently that it was inappropriate for his wife to like it. She was supposed to see it as a duty to him. “Obviously, I was wrong. I’ve never experienced anything like that before.” She felt her lips curve into a smile as she leaned down over him, shivering briefly at the way he felt still buried deep inside her. “I’m glad you were the one to show me how amazing it feels though.” She kissed the tip of his nose then rocked her hips against his.
He groaned and his hands, which hadn’t left her breasts as she’d moved, began to knead the sensitive mounds again. “I think I may have created a monster.”
“Not possible. I can’t be both an angel and a monster.”
“Sure you can. You may be the sexiest fallen angel I’ve ever seen.”
Ava’s breath caught in her throat as his arms moved around her and he rolled them both until she lay on her back, staring up at him.
“I can’t wait to complete your corruption.” He moved inside her, stopping any protest she might have had, then making her forget it, if there had been one.