Chapter 18
Brushing their teeth next to one another, falling asleep with the heat of his body surrounding hers, and then waking up with his full, hard shaft nudging against her ass made trying on this life seem even more appealing than great sex and cold fried chicken.
It felt intimate … and yet a wonderful kind of ordinary that Windsor knew could prove addictive.
She couldn’t help but press back against him as slickness grew between the hollow of her thighs.
“Morning,” he whispered against her ear in a husky voice. “Careful what you start, sweetheart.”
In response, Win pushed her ass into the cradle of his hips. He was so hard … everywhere.
One big hand splayed on her hip. “You started it. Remember that.”
His fingers curled around one cheek and spread them wide enough to slide his cock between them.
Windsor moaned and arched forward, driving her hips into his. She loved the feeling of his hardness against the cushion of her softness.
His palm cupped her mound, and the other arm came under her to cover one breast.
“You’re already soaked for me.”
His fingertips played along her wet slit as he lifted his hips to press his rod between her cheeks.
When he pulled away, she moaned in protest.
“Hold on. I got you.” Like it was the most natural transition in the world, he slid the head of his cock lower to her entrance. With one hand on her slick clit, he pressed inside in one smooth motion until she was full of him.
They both moaned.
“Sweet Lord,” he whispered. “God, you feel good.”
Ever so slowly, he began to move. When he was nearly out, Win pushed back, taking him deep again.
“Oh my God,” she said, already feeling herself approaching the edge.
“I know,” he replied as her fingers gripped the sheet.
Slow and sweet, he fucked her until Win was burying her face in the pillow to keep from waking the entire ranch with her screams.