Cowboy #2
It took no time to shed my boots and cut.
While I did, she removed her boots and jacket.
Taking her hand, I let her lead me to her room.
I’d been given the tour, so I’d seen it, but walking into the shadowed room knowing I’d soon have her naked on the bed gave it a different vibe.
Saranya turned on the overhead light. It was on a dimmer.
“Zander, will you give me a few minutes in the bathroom? I need to freshen up.”
“Go ahead. I’m not going anywhere,” I assured her.
As she entered the bathroom, I roamed her room.
I noticed she had candles on several surfaces, and they had been lit before.
Picking up a nearby lighter, I proceed to light them.
When they were casting a glow, and I noted it was enough to see by, I flipped off the overhead light.
Then, I turned down the bed and removed my shirt. I was hot.
Her gasp made me turn. I gulped. She was standing there in a towel. She was running her gaze all over my torso. I went to her. Before things got started, I knew I had to freshen up, too.
“Give me five minutes,” I told her.
“O-okay.”
In the bathroom, I shed my jeans and underwear, pissed, then used the wet washcloth on the towel bar by the sink to wash and rinse my cock and balls.
I had no idea if she’d want to explore with her mouth or not, but if she did, I wanted to be clean.
After I was done, I wrapped a towel around my waist. When I reentered her bedroom, I found her sitting on the edge of the bed.
I made a beeline for her. Stopping before her, Saranya came to her feet.
Her hands glided from my stomach to my pecs.
I was about to speak when she beat me to it.
“Zander, I can’t get enough of looking at your muscles and tats.
And the feel of them is incredible. They’re so firm and smooth.
You must work out constantly. And these are a wonderful addition,” Saranya tugged lightly on the hoops I had through my nipples.
I moaned. The piercings made my nipples sensitive.
“Babe, I’m glad you like them and how I look and feel.
But it’s nothing compared to how I know you must feel and look.
Let me see your body. I want to memorize you,” I gutturally murmured.
My hands rested on the tops of her shoulders.
My thumbs were rubbing back and forth over the soft, satiny skin.
“Remove my towel,” she whispered.
I ran a hand down to the knot holding her towel together.
One tug loosened it, then I released my hold.
As the towel fell to the ground, I sucked in a breath and held it.
I ate up the vision before me. I took a step back to ensure I could see her clearly.
Standing there was a dazzling beauty. My fantasies weren’t close to reality. The real Saranya was better.
Her upper chest sloped down to pert tits that were full for her small frame. They were pale like the rest of her, with pale tan nipples. Those nips were tight buds. My mouth craved to taste them, but I held myself in check. First, touch, then taste, I reminded myself.
I ran my thumbs back and forth over her beaded tips, causing her to throw back her head and moan.
I did that a few times, then moved my palms to cup her tits.
I kneaded them softly before tugging on the tiny rod she had through each one.
They sparkled with gems on the ends of the posts.
Before touching more of her, I allowed myself to kiss each tip.
I was proud of myself for not tonguing them.
When I let the weight of them fall, I ran my hands down her tiny waist to her hips. She was curved, just not as dramatically as some women. I ran my hands behind her to cup and then knead her ass cheeks. Saranya moaned.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Anya. My imagination never came close to this. If you need me to slow down, or you dislike something I do, tell me.”
“You’re the gorgeous one, and I will tell you, but so far, I love it. Touch me all you want.”
I massaged her ass, tracing along the crease that was between her cheek and upper thigh all the way up to the middle of her back.
I tugged on the ends of her hair, making her cry out in pleasure.
She enjoyed being spanked and having her hair pulled.
I filed that away. When I was done, I brought my hands to rest on those firm ass cheeks again.
“I need you on the bed so that I can see the rest of you.”
At her nod, I stepped close, gripped her ass, and lifted her.
I backed her to the edge of the bed and then lay her down.
Rising, I soaked in the sight of her hair spread on the sheets.
I brought my hands to her thighs, waited for her to protest. When she didn’t, I spread her legs apart.
The sight of her pussy took me to my knees.
I removed my hat and laid it on the stand next to the bed.
She was bare of all hair. Between her legs, it glistened, but it was from more than the creaminess of her pussy’s honey.
It had an extra glow due to the hoop through her clit.
Unable to resist, I lowered my head. I had to taste her and play with her hoop.
Her tantalizing scent filled my nose, causing my mouth to water more.
Growling, I lowered myself and sucked her clit into my mouth. Her body jerked as she whimpered.
I sucked, tasting her unique flavor, one I instantly needed more of.
Drawing the hoop in, I used my teeth to tug on it, making sure not to do it too hard.
Her whimpering increased. As I laved her clit and jewelry, my finger caressed her slit, gathering her honey.
Shit, she was silken down there. I don’t know how long I sucked and flicked as I caressed before I needed more.
Shifting, I nuzzled her entire folds and swiped my tongue from her entrance to her clit, swallowing her honey. Growling, I grew more impatient and consumed her pussy. It was a haze of licks, sucks, tugs, and swipes. I explored every inch of her thoroughly, then sank a finger inside of her.
Saranya cried out and came, creaming herself.
As she gripped my finger as she orgasmed, I kept thrusting and eating her.
When she ended her release, I inserted a second finger.
Her tightness had me wondering if she’d be able to take me or not.
My cock was above average in length and relatively thick, and she was tiny.
I scissored my fingers, stretching her. The last thing I wanted was to hurt her.
By the time she came a second time, I’d worked three fingers into her.
It was tight even after stretching her. I gave her pussy a final swipe up her folds and a suck on her clit before I stood.
I knew my beard was slick with her honey.
Knowing it was time to remove my towel, I tugged it off and used it to wipe my face.
Her gasp, followed by a moan, made me smile, and then I was hissing as her hand encircled my cock. I was dripping with precum.
As I dropped the towel, Saranya moved and brought her face to be level with my cock. I watched as she stroked it, then her tongue came out and flicked the tip. A strand of my precum stretched from me to her. She hummed, then did it again. When she paused, she smiled up at me.
“You’re hiding something even more gorgeous down here. And I love this piercing. What is it called?”
“It’s called a dydoe or a king’s crown,” I hoarsely explained, barely capable of rational thought. It was a curved barbell through the middle of the ridge of the head of my cock, on the upper side.
“Mmm.” was all she said, then I shouted unintelligibly as she engulfed the entire head of my cock.
Saranya sucked and teased the dydoe. Her teeth tugged on it. The whole time, she kept pumping my cock from base to where her mouth was. When she sucked my cock deeper inside her hot mouth, I knew I’d found heaven.
I might’ve had a lot of women give me head before, but none of them compared to her. And it wasn’t because she had the best technique. It was evident that she took joy from doing it. It wasn’t a way to pay me back for eating her pussy. She wanted to suck my cock.
Soon, I was no longer able to control my hips. I kept the thrusts tiny, not wanting to choke her. However, Saranya had other ideas. She brought me to the back of her throat, causing her to choke. When I tried to withdraw, her fingers bit into my ass cheek, a clear warning to me to stay still.
It was then that my woman showed me she wanted more than to have me touch the back of her throat. She wanted to swallow my cock. The first time she pushed it deeper, and it slipped further down, I waited for her to pull away. Instead, she swallowed repeatedly, constricting around my sensitive knob.
“Fuck, yes, oh God, that’s it. Jesus,” I cried.
My response galvanized her. Saranya increased the speed and intensity of her sucks, strokes, and attempts to deep throat my cock. I let it go until I was in danger of coming in her mouth. I wanted to, but it would have to wait for another time. Tonight, my first load was going in her sweet snatch.
Pulling out despite her attempts to keep me inside, I asked hoarsely, “Do you want on top?” I wanted to take her like this, but I gave her a choice. It would probably be easier on her if she were on top and controlled the depth she took me.
“No, I want you to take me. Let me see you in that hat, riding between my legs,” she gasped.
“So you’ve had a fantasy about a cowboy taking you.” I tease.
She shook her head. “No, only one about my Cowboy taking me with his hat on.”
That answer did it. I wrangled her body so she had her legs hanging over the edge of the mattress.
Pushing apart her legs as wide as they’d go, I lifted her ass with one hand and placed a pillow underneath her.
This position angled her hips to allow deeper penetration.
Then I guided the head of my cock to her soaked opening.
She was raised on her elbows, watching. Remembering to snatch up my hat, I placed it on my head, then pressed into her.
I was right. She was tight, and my eyes almost crossed as I pushed harder.
I paused to mutter, “Tell me if it’s too much or if you need me to stop.”
“More,” she pleaded.
By the time I worked a good amount of my cock inside, I knew I wouldn’t last as long as I hoped.
She felt too good. I could’ve gone further if she were on her knees or I were behind her, but that could wait.
I wanted to see her face for the first time.
Hell. I was impressed she’d taken as much as she had.
Pulling back, I carefully thrust in one stroke. “Oh, God, yes,” she moaned.
I did it again, going a tad faster and harder. In no time, I was driving myself in and out of her at a steady, forceful pace. I tried not to, but she kept urging me to take her harder, deeper, and faster. As the tension rose inside of me, I felt her pussy quivering. I knew she was getting close.
Eventually, as the prickling in my balls grew, and I was on the cusp of coming, I reached up and tugged on her nipple barbell. I wanted her to orgasm with me. It did the trick. Seconds later, Saranya stiffened, yelled “Zander,” then convulsed.
I tipped over with her. As I pumped in and out, spilling my cum as I grunted, I knew for sure, I would never need or want another woman. Saranya was it for me. I just had to make her see I was the only man for her.
When we were through coming, I shakily leaned down and kissed her. She removed my hat when it got in the way. It was a leisurely, but no less intense kiss. When it was finished, I buried my face between her shoulder and neck, inhaling her scent. Neither of us said a word.