Chapter 49 #2
When I pulled her away from the door, she slipped her arms around my neck and held on tight as I carried her to my bed.
I tossed her onto the mattress and hastily shed my clothes.
She watched, propped up on her elbows, her hooded gaze raking down my body and one side of her bottom lip trapped between her teeth.
I reached down and gripped her calf, lifting her foot so I could untie the bow at her ankle and slip off her shoe, then did the same on the other side.
Leaning over the bed, I plucked at the strings at her bust, slowly tugging until they loosened.
“I love you in this dress,” I rasped, “but I love you even more out of it.” That night in the barn when I made her leave it on while she rode me lived rent free in my head. It was a top fantasy that played on repeat, but tonight, I wanted her completely bare.
I slowly peeled the dress off her body, letting my fingers brush over her skin lightly in a way I knew drove her wild.
She was panting by the time I had her down to her panties.
With deft fingers, I quickly unhooked her pump and set it aside before kissing my way down her body.
I was almost to her sweet spot when she stopped me.
“Wait.” I paused with my lips pressed just above her pubic bone. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to try, something we haven’t done yet,” she said.
I quirked a brow, waiting for her to elaborate. There wasn’t much we hadn't done at this point, so my imagination was running wild.
She squirmed beneath me, and I pushed up from the bed. Scooting over on the mattress, she patted the spot beside her, instructing me to lie back. I did as requested then to my absolute and utter delight, she straddled my head and leaned over my body.
“I’ve never done this before,” she admitted with a playful giggle, fisting my hard cock in her hand.
“Fuck,” I groaned, that possessive, primitive part of me reveling in the fact I got to share another first with her.
It didn’t matter that I wasn’t the first person she'd ever slept with. She certainly wasn’t mine.
But I got to be the first person to have her bare, the first to come inside her, to have my cum in her ass.
That thought elicited another groan from me.
One of these days, I’d take her there too, but we’d have to work up to that.
For now, I was ready to give her a different first.
Gripping her ass cheeks, I pulled her pussy down to my mouth and took a long, slow lick. Her hand tightened around my cock, and I instinctively thrust into it. I flicked my tongue against her clit, and she gasped. Her hips began to rock slightly as I did it over and over again.
“Mmm, it feels different from this angle. So good,” she breathed.
Then she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around my cock, sucking me into her mouth.
I hit the back of her throat, and she hummed with pleasure before slowly drawing back.
She did it again, taking me deeper as I circled her clit faster.
I wanted to make her come first, but with the way she was working me over, I wouldn’t last long.
I kept up my same rhythm and pace, and soon her thighs began to shake.
They clamped down on my head, and she moaned, sending vibrations down my shaft and into my balls.
She was almost there. Just a few more swipes of my tongue and she tumbled over the edge.
Her mouth was so full of me, her usual cries of pleasure were muffled.
I pinched my eyes shut at the lascivious sound, willing myself not to come yet.
She had other plans.
“Jasmine, fuck,” I pleaded, “I need to be inside you.”
She tsked. This woman fucking tsked with my dick in her mouth. That defiance and sassy attitude only brought me closer. She wrapped her hand around the base and began to stroke as she pulled back to swirl her tongue around the head. Then she released me with an audible pop.
“This is my first time doing sixty-nine. We’re both going to finish or it doesn’t count,” she declared.
I started to laugh, but it quickly turned into a moan when she sank down onto me again.
The sensation of her hot mouth and hand stroking up and down was more than I could resist. I was completely at her mercy.
My hips began to move of their own accord, and I thrust into her mouth.
Her pussy was still in my face, so I took full advantage of it.
Dipping my thumb into her entrance, I gathered her wetness on my fingers as I flicked my tongue over her clit again.
I dragged my thumb slowly up to her ass and circled the tight hole.
She squirmed against me but didn’t attempt to pull away.
She liked what I was doing. Her entire body went taut when I pressed in ever so slightly.
My balls drew up, and my eyes rolled in the back of my head. A tiny whimper left her throat a moment before she shattered again. That sent me over the edge, and I erupted.
Once she had drained me dry, she climbed off me and collapsed into my arms. “That was fun,” she announced breathlessly. “We should do it again sometime,” she added with a wink.
“We are definitely doing that again,” I agreed, and she giggled.
Her fingers danced across my skin as I held her close.
She was quiet for a long time as she drew lazy circles over my chest. Then she lifted off the bed, spread her forearm over my ribs and propped her chin on it, gazing down at me, her eyes searching mine.
“What do you want out of life?” she asked, her serious question catching me off guard. I was so used to playfulness and sass that her earnestness gave me pause. Reaching up, I brushed a rogue tendril of hair from her face.
“You,” I answered honestly, but it was only part of the truth. There was so much more that I wanted.
She shot me a flat look like she suspected as much, and I had to press my lips together to suppress a chuckle. “Specifically,” she prompted.
“I want to wake up with you in my arms each morning. I want to watch your freckles darken beneath the Tennessee sun every summer. I want to be the first person to congratulate you after every race because I know you’re going to win.”
She chuckled despite the moisture pooling in her eyes.
“I want to build a future with you, to become a family. You, me, and Rory. She adores you almost as much as I do.”
Those hazel eyes shone with affection at the mention of my daughter, but uncertainty flitted across her gaze. Her throat bobbed with a rough swallow, and her voice cracked when she spoke again.
“D-do you want more kids?” she asked.
It wasn’t something I had even considered.
I always thought Rory would be my one and only since I never planned to remarry, but Jasmine upended all my plans when she crashed back into my life and stole my heart.
I didn’t have to think about my response, though.
It was automatic. It was instinctual, something I knew with absolute certainty down to my marrow.
“Only if they’re with you,” I replied. Her chin wobbled, but it was happy tears that dampened her lashes. Though we’d never discussed having kids, I always suspected she wanted them one day, and I would gladly give her whatever her heart desired.
“Do you?” I asked, searching for confirmation.
I couldn’t deny that the thought of watching her body change as my child grew inside her filled me with a sense of hope and joy that transcended anything I’d ever felt before.
But on the off chance that wasn’t what she wanted, I would respect that decision too and would love her just the same whether she became the mother of my child or not.
“Only if they’re with you,” she said, echoing my sentiments.
I smiled so big it damn near made my cheeks hurt.
“We gotta wait a few years, though. I have some things I need to accomplish first,” she added with a wink.
I had a feeling her career was about to take off, and she would soon be dominating the pro circuit.
Besides, she was young. She had her whole life ahead of her and plenty of time for making babies.
Plus, I really wanted my ring on her finger first.
“I’m in no rush,” I assured her. “We’ll get started whenever you’re ready.”
Her expression turned serious, and her brow furrowed ever so slightly as she nodded. “I think we might need a little more practice,” she declared, and her facade cracked with a twitch of her lips.
“Bet,” I replied, and she tossed her head back, cackling at my use of the slang I’d heard her and the young cowboys on the ranch say over the last few months.
She gasped when I gripped her hips and pulled her on top of me, her legs straddling my thighs.
I sat up, bringing my mouth within an inch of hers.
“Let’s get started now,” I said, sliding one hand into her hair and capturing my lips with hers.
She rocked her hips forward, letting me sweep my tongue into her mouth.
My hardening length brushed against her, and she moaned.
She was already warm and wet and ready to invite me in.
In an instant, I was standing at full attention, ready to make love to this beautiful woman.
I pulled back, and her eyelashes fluttered open. She looped her arms around my neck and scooted forward, lifting up to accept me into her body. I wrapped my free arm around her waist and tugged her against me. We were chest to chest, my tip poised at her entrance.
“I love you, Jasmine Hayes,” I proclaimed, holding her gaze as I slowly pulled her down onto me.
Her mouth fell open as her brows lifted and pinched slightly as a blissful expression took over her features.
“I love you too, cowboy,” she replied breathlessly, sinking down all the way and taking me to the hilt.
Then she began to move, and a rush of euphoria washed over me.
It wasn’t just the physical pleasure creating this sense of ecstasy.
It was the love I had for her, the connection that tethered us together on a level that went far beyond attraction and chemistry.
She’d burrowed her way into my soul, and I never wanted her to leave.
She held my gaze as we made love, only breaking eye contact long enough to kiss me.
We were fully in sync. Her pleasure was my pleasure, and when her inner walls fluttered around me, it sent me soaring over the edge.
She cried out as I filled her, my hand tangled in her hair and my lips at her throat as I moaned her name into her skin.
We collapsed in a heap of slick bodies and panting breaths.
At that moment, I had never been happier.
I fell asleep with her wrapped in my arms with the awareness I’d have to take her home in the morning but knowing it wouldn’t always be that way.
She was mine, and it wouldn’t be long before I made it official.