Saranya Chapter 12
I forgot about how spectacular Cowboy’s house was, or at least anything outside the bathroom, as I stood under the rain showerhead in the ceiling.
On each end were showerheads, too. There was more than enough room for the two of us in it.
The warm water was relaxing. It was hard for me to wash my hair or my body because his body was so distracting.
We’d seen each other naked and had sex numerous times, yet he always stunned me with how truly magnificent he was.
When I told him that before, he’d denied it and insisted I was the one who was magnificently made.
And the way he enjoyed touching my body, I knew he meant it.
He exclaimed over how soft and pale my skin was.
With the compliments he gave me, I’d never felt more beautiful.
And it wasn’t false flattery. Cowboy meant it.
No man I’d ever dated had been so admiring of me, and it wasn’t just my body.
Cowboy said the same thing about me professionally.
He asked numerous questions about my clinic and the work I do.
I found him to be highly knowledgeable about horse-related topics.
I couldn’t wait to meet his horses tomorrow.
Our talks about equine therapy had been in-depth, and he knew far more about it than I did.
I moaned as he rinsed the conditioner from my hair, then slid his hands down my body. “God, that feels so good.”
“I’m glad. Now, let me wash this sexy body of yours.”
“Not until I get to wash your hair and body. If I let you do mine, I’ll never get my chance.” I’d showered enough times with him to know.
“Okay, then I’m yours, but no guarantees on how long I can wait,” he warned.
I wasted no time nabbing his special shampoo.
His hair was curly, and since he was half-Black, his shampoo and conditioner were quite different from mine.
I adored running my fingers through his curls and watching them twist around my fingers.
After I had him rinsed, I moved on to his body and touched all those mouthwatering muscles, tracing the edges of his several tattoos.
But they weren’t all I felt. I played with the hoops through his nipples.
When I crouched to wash his legs, I worked myself up to his heavy cock and balls.
He was erect. I wasn’t capable of just cleaning them and leaving.
I slowly stroked and squeezed them, taking my time.
His moans told me how much he reveled in my touch.
After washing him there, I rinsed him leisurely, making sure to caress him gently to ensure he was soap-free.
When I knew I had to stop soon, I sucked the head of his dripping cock into my mouth.
I hummed. His taste always made me want more.
I used a hand to pump the base as I did my best to deep throat him.
Cowboy’s hand ended up in my hair, guiding my head using my wet hair wound around his fist. The slight bite to my scalp made my pussy weep more.
I was almost sure he was about to let me suck him off, which I was able to get him to let me do a few times, but when he pulled his hips away, I knew I was wrong.
Cowboy tugged on my hair as his other hand slid under my arm to help me stand.
When I was upright, he lowered his head and attacked my mouth with his.
The hunger in that kiss told me he was on the edge.
Suddenly, my hair was let go of, and he spun me around.
“Lean into the wall and push that fucking ass out,” he growled.
A thrill raced through me as I did it. As I did, I heard a snapping sound, like a bottle being opened, and glancing over my shoulder, I watched Cowboy slick up his cock with lube. I’d seen it when getting his body gel and smirked, picturing him jacking off in the shower.
“I started keeping this in here after meeting you. I have one in my nightstand, too. I beat off so much, I would’ve been raw without it,” he muttered. I loved knowing I affected him as much as he had affected me.
When he had the lube applied, a quick soap and rinse of his hand, then he clutched my hips.
My head fell forward to rest on the tile, moaning as he slowly thrust inside of me.
He was always careful to start slow, then ramp things up.
My pussy clamped around his cock and drew him inside. His deep groan was music to my ears.
“Christ, every time, it feels better and better, Anya. I’ll never tire of you, this, or anything about you.”
As he withdrew, to thrust again, I breathlessly replied. “It’s the same for me, Zander. Always. God, don’t ever leave me.”
His powerful thrust tore a scream of pure ecstasy from me.
Hearing it, he set a hard pace. As the water ran down onto us, his hips slapped into my ass repeatedly.
The loud clapping, the way he drilled his cock into me would’ve been enough to make me orgasm.
However, that wasn’t enough for my man. He had to torture my clit and my nipples.
He played with my piercings. Add to that the feel of his king’s crown dragging over my G-spot with each thrust and withdrawal, it didn’t take me long to come.
I moaned his name and clenched down on his cock.
It wasn’t until I was recovering that it dawned on me, he hadn’t come and was still hammering my pussy.
“Oh, God, Zander, please, I can’t. It’s too much,” I pleaded.
It was something I often told him, and he ignored me because he knew in the long run, I wouldn’t want him to stop. He had the first time, and I switched to begging him to give me more. It always made my climax more explosive.
One of the things I thought made the sex even better, besides the emotions tied to it, was the fact that there was no latex between us.
From our first time, he took me bare. I hadn’t thought about protection until after we cleaned ourselves up after our first time.
That wasn’t normal for me to forget protection.
When I expressed my shock and fear, Cowboy was quick to reassure me.
“Shh, baby, don’t. It’s alright. I have a clean test, and I know you must have one, or you would’ve said. And no, I’ve not been with anyone since the test was done. If it’s pregnancy you’re worried about, we have two options.”
I was relieved by the negative test result. I never doubted he told the truth. “What’s that?”
“One, we wait and see how long it takes for you to get pregnant. Two, we do the morning-after pill, then figure out how we want to proceed. I’ll be honest, after experiencing bareback just now, I don’t want anything separating us.
However, if we need to until you get on birth control or you absolutely insist we use condoms, I’ll deal. It’s up to you.”
“Zander, do you hear yourself? The post-coital haze must still be messing with your brain. You said to play the odds until I get pregnant.”
“I know what I said. I’ve already told you, I want you. I refuse to allow anything to part us. So, I know you want kids, and so do I. When we start on them is up to you.”
I stared at him with my mouth open for several seconds before I pushed his remark away. I couldn’t think about it at the moment.
“There’s no need for condoms, and you won’t be a daddy anytime soon. I’m on birth control. I swear, you’re crazy.”
The subject was dropped, but I had thought of it more than a few times. I kept wondering if he meant what he said.
The tension was coiling tighter in my low belly. I knew I was close again. Wanting him to come this time, I warned him.
“Hon, I’m close. Please, I need you to come with me,” I begged.
His thrusts sped up. I was on my tiptoes, straining to hold back when my orgasm hit me.
I convulsed, squeezing the hell out of his cock.
His roar and grunts moments after I started coming made me cry out in joy.
The intensity was so high that I tried to find purchase on the tile with my nails.
By the time I was done, I collapsed against the wall, gasping for air.
Cowboy was slowly thrusting in and out, muttering, “Heaven, fucking heaven.” Smiling, I closed my eyes to rest.
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I woke up this morning deliciously sore in all the right places.
And Cowboy had the solution to that. He made love to me, slowly, drawing it out until I was a sobbing mess before he let both of us climax.
He smirked at the way I’d cried as he edged me.
Afterward, he’d dressed and left me to soak in the tub.
When I joined him out in the kitchen forty minutes later, he was putting the finishing touches on breakfast. I hungrily consumed it, the way he did.
Together we cleaned up, and then I was ready.
We were off to see his precious horses. The weather was warm, and the sun was out, so we chose to walk the distance.
I soaked up the sight of the other houses.
He pointed out who lived in which one. As we passed the backside of the clubhouse, I noted they had a large barbecue area out there.
Then it was past the small guest house, which had originally been Diablo’s house, where he had raised his daughter, Brooklyn, I was told. Finally, we made it to our destination.
The sound of the horses whinnying as if they knew Cowboy was coming made me smile.
The stable wasn’t what I had pictured. It was clear that it was intended to be there for many years.
It was a post-and-beam barn. It was constructed of large, vertical wooden beams and posts, serving as the main structural elements that held the stable upright.
The posts were set on a cement foundation and connected to the beams with metal fasteners.