She arched like a prize cat and undulated against him. “Going to let me know whose woman I am?”
“Oh, yeah.” He grabbed a handful of her hair and brought her lips to his. “Claiming my territory.”
Kissing him fast, she pushed away, rolled to her back, her thighs splayed to put him in her saddle. The smile on her lips was wide as the Texas sky as she whispered, “You did. The first minute you looked at me.”
He stared at her, the truth of her statement zinging through him. He traced a fingernail down her pretty pink seam, then caressed one of her swollen lips.
She stilled, her gaze on his as he found her clit and circled it, over and over. Then she spread her thighs wider. “Have me, Rex.”
The fragrance of her open cunt wafted up to him and the invitation to mate careened through him like a stag in rut. He positioned over her, his cock nudging the entrance to her channel and then he sank. Hell. He sank so far inside her, he knew he had claimed all of her in one drive. The euphoria of that stilled him and in the next second, he hauled her legs up over his forearms and rocked into her like a wild man. She was his, hot, sweet, thick, juicy and ripe. He drove into her over and over, his temptation to have her now a bright reality that blinded him. Groaning, she clutched at his ribs. He fucked her harder, her cries mingling with the slapping sounds of their flesh. She shuddered, she trembled, her strong cunt milking him, squeezing him, taking him out of his mind.
“Dear God,” he murmured as he collapsed over her and buried his face in the crook of her shoulder. A rag doll had more energy than he did. But not more testosterone.
He swirled his cock inside her, the flesh temporarily weak, but the spirit oh, so willing to fuck her once more.
How could he want to possess her all over again and he’d just had her?
Minutes later, she flexed her pussy and massaged his cock, still filling her though semi-turgid. She grinned at the knowledge he was so intrigued by her. She’d never had a man so virile. Did they grow men like this only in Texas?
Hmm. She just needed one. This one.
Wrapping her arms around this wonderful lover of hers, Skye marveled that she could keep Rex so interested. She hadn’t had many boyfriends. The ones who came to her, were first attracted to her buxom bod. Never to her brains. But in this man—this dear, funny man—she had sparked his interest because of her intellect.
Who said sex was a head job?
They were right. She had the proof in her arms. She hugged Rex closer now at the memory of the first moment she had known he was fascinated by her mind. It had been the day over peanut butter sandwiches when she told him how she loved her college courses in criminology. Especially the early investigations of criminal phrenology and body types. That discussion was the one that made his blue eyes twinkle. Later that same day, she discovered they both liked the westerns of Louis L’Amour. Movies with Tommy Lee Jones. After all that, it was easy to fall head-over-heels for Rex’s cowboy humor, his spicy Tex-Mex menudo and fajitas and his daily devotion to vacuuming. The man won the prize for Housemate of the Year. Little wonder she easily made the transition to loving his wide slashing mouth. His hearty chuckle. His huge, calloused hands. His slim hips in tight jeans.
Or out of them. She ran one hand down his torso as he withdrew from her pussy.
She sighed, feeling so heady, so fortunate. She never went gaga for good-looking men, always measuring a man by other means. His brains. His education. His funny bone. His professional success. Never an order to her assessment. Only good judgment. Here with Rex, she had no order. No assessment. Just total submersion. Like being engulfed, surrounded, consumed by a personality so expansive, so damn macho, that she felt constantly off balance. But alive.
Alive to talk with him. Alive just to look at him. Rough, big, not handsome by Hollywood standards, he could still star as the tough lawman with the heart of gold. With thick, glossy black hair, curling to his nape. Blue eyes, so cerulean and crystalline they seemed neon. Thick brows with a wide arch that made him look like drawings of marauders like Genghis Khan and Geronimo. And then, he had a body that, to look at him, let alone touch him like she was now, made her whimper inside with raw need. He was a Texan. A Tejano, he had corrected her, telling her he was a mix of Hispanic and Anglo, a descendant of the men who first settled Texas in the Spanish colonial period. A six-foot-four wall of masculinity, with a sculpted chest and two tree-trunk legs, all honed with a rigorous workout schedule. Hell, he’d even brought his dumbbells with him here and offered them to her. She’d taken up the challenge and worked off some of her sexual anxiety.
But working out anywhere near him hadn’t doused the rage to make love to him. To taste his mouth. To have his lips all over her body. His tongue inside her. Her mouth. Her cunt.
She shivered in his arms.
“Cold?” He drew away to look down at her.
“Excited.”
His eyes narrowed, his mouth curved. “Need me again?”
“How long do you take to recover?” She teased him, batting her lashes at him.
He ruffled her hair. “Ordinarily? Or just with you?”
“Just me.”
He sent his hand down her hip, over her mound and into her sopping-wet pussy. His cock, still inside the full condom, was lax against his thigh but rising to the occasion. “Hmm. I’m getting hard again just thinking about being inside all this sweetness.”
“Don’t know if I can wait.”
“Impatient, aren’t you?” he asked, good humor his biggest hallmark.
She laughed and ran her hands over his chest muscles. “You make me ravenous.”
“Lucky me.” He rolled to the side of the bed and offered her a hand up. “Time for a shower.”
She wrinkled her nose at him. “It’s so small. Think we’ll both fit in there?”
“I’ll tell you once I get you up against the shower wall.”
“Really?” She was stunned. “I thought that happened only in romance books.”
“Whatever you’re reading, they’re accurate. Let me prove it to you.” He motioned her forward with his fingers.
“Yippee-i-o-ki-ay!” She rolled out of bed, tingling with the excitement of another bout with him. “I like being a cowgirl.”
“Oh, what have I created? Let’s get this pretty ass in the shower and we’ll see how you do, western style.” He tugged her along into the bathroom.
Setting her against the wall, he opened the door, reached inside the tiny shower and turned on the spray. In two swipes, he had his condom off and in the trash. Then he turned back to her, “Until the water gets warm,” he told her, “we’ll practice here.” With one hand to her shoulder, he bent down to lift a breast. Damn, if he wasn’t able to kiss her and suck nearly all of her into his impressively talented mouth.
Her knees buckled.
“Ah, ah. No swooning.” He caught her around the waist, then serviced her other breast with the same ardor. “You’ll give me a big head.”
“Thought I already had,” she whispered as her fingers touched his slit, all wet with pre-cum.
“Got that right.” He bit her nipple, then soothed it with small flicks.
“You’re a breast man,” she said, her voice hollow as a new gush of cream ran down her thighs.
“With you, I’m a breast man,” he whispered as he plucked at her nipples, then sent his hands down to her buttocks. “And an ass man. A pussy man.” He spread her labia with two powerful hands to sink two fingers inside. “But at the moment,” he grabbed her under her thighs, wrapped her legs around him and pressed her against the wall. “I’m a leg man.”
She moaned as he lifted her and rubbed his hardening cock against her mons. Her eyes drifted closed as he massaged his shaft against her. “Rex, you need another rubber, honey.”
“Not going to fuck you yet.”
Her eyes flew open. “No? Oh Rex,” she was pleading, “why not?”
“Want to tease you ’til you’re crazy for me.” He rocke
d against her, his own breath hot and short.
“I am!”
He grinned, set her to the floor, then pulled her inside the shower with him. “We’re gonna get all nice and wet everywhere.” He picked up the bar of soap and began to wash her face.
She spat soap from her mouth. “No need to wash my eyeballs, there, Martinez.”
He guffawed. “I’m gonna lick every inch of you,” he said as he ran soap suds all over her arms and shoulders, down her nipples, between her tender folds, up her ass and down her legs to her feet. “You’re gonna do the same for me.”
“I am, huh?” she asked, entranced as he kissed her knees and tickled her calves.
“Yeah, you’ll love every minute.”
“I expect to.” She moaned as he skimmed his lips back up her thighs to her bush and her bellybutton. “I haven’t had enough of you. Don’t know if I ever will.”
“We’ve got time, honey,” he whispered as he sank two fingers in her pussy, drew out some of her juice and sucked on his fingers.
Her gaze was hooked on his mouth. “Two weeks and only two more rubbers.”
“Never worry.” He caught her against him and looked down at her breasts crushed against his chest. “We’ll get more.”
“Lots and lots more,” she insisted, tilting her mound against his pelvic bone.
“Promise.” He dropped a quick kiss to her cheek. “Now be a good girl, and turn around.”
“You’ve practiced this before, have you?” God, she hoped not. But he seemed so clever, so inventive about all this love play. He kissed her nape and her scapula. Trailed one hand own her spine to delve a finger into her asshole and massage her slit in long, languid strokes. She was panting, her heart racing. She widened her stance, eager, begging him to touch her more. But he crouched, defining her thighs, her calves, tickling her toes and then coming back up to spread her ass cheeks and kiss her just above her tiny hole. The touch of his mouth was like feeling heaven. She whimpered, wild to know if she was the only one he’d ever had so often, so voraciously. “Tell me. Have you done this a lot?”
“I’ve done my share.” He whirled her back around to face him, then kissed her until her breath stalled. “But never like this, never with anyone as giving as you. And it’s going to be as good as the first time.”
“Wow. Promise?” she teased him, catching a glimpse of his mouth, full and sensual with lust.
Growling, he shoved her under the shower. “Bet on it.”
“What do I get…?” She sputtered and coughed, water in her throat and eyes and nose. “What do I get if you’re not as good as the first time?”
Grinning, he wiped water from her face with his two big hands and brought her flush to him. “You get to have me over and over until you are totally satisfied.”
She beamed at him as he turned off the water. “A guarantee of customer service.”
He stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel from the rack and helped her walk out to face him. “I aim to please.”
“Afterward, do I get a customer survey?” she whispered as he reverently patted her dry and smiled down at her.
“Absolutely.” Drying himself off, he dropped the towel to the floor and led her back to bed. “Before you complete the form, come sample more of the goods.”
Chapter Four
How lucky could one girl get?
She scrambled up on the rumpled bed, her skin damp, her breasts afire from his mouth and his hands, her cunt so flowing with juice she felt delectable and very racy. Her eyes went wide as he crawled over her, cupped her nape and kissed her as if he’d been starving for decades.
Then he pushed her to the mattress and began to lick her earlobe. His tongue was delicate, flicking her there, then darting beneath to trace the long path down her throat. God. He really was going to sample every inch of her. She gulped, her cunt swelling and throbbing, making her squirm with impatience.
He must have intuited what she wanted, two of his fingers sliding up inside her pussy and stroking her G-spot. She lifted her hips as his mouth wended its way down her cleavage, then sucked on one of her nipples, high and hard.
She arched into him, his mouth and his fingers teasing her, pleasing her, making her crazy as she pulsed in appreciative response.
She clutched at his shoulders and rode out the glorious rippling orgasm.
But he sank down to put his mouth to her seam. “Got to give me another chance to lick you all over, honey. Seems my determination doesn’t last too long with you. Your pretty body drives me nuts. I love the way you smell, the way you taste. Open this pussy for me and show me how you like to be touched.”
“You mean“— Her eyes widened. She’d never shown any man how she served herself. No man had ever asked. She had never offered or even thought she might entertain a man that way. But with Rex, she’d be—she gulped in laughter—informing him. Educating him. So why withhold on the basis of girlish modesty? He’d just tasted nearly every bit of her. Why not show him what her fingers had accomplished for her before he had come along?
“Why wait?” he echoed her words. “Isn’t that our motto today? Especially when I’ve seen and felt almost every wonderful thing God gave you, hmm?”
She swallowed hard. Her imagination zoomed away. If she showed him how she liked to be stroked deep inside her labia, she would love it. She hummed with the expectation.
“Aw, honey,” he insisted, thinking she delayed out of shyness, “come on and give this man a chance to make good marks on that customer survey.”
She chuckled.
He winked at her. “Okay. A little persuasion.” With two fingers, he opened her labia, found her clit with his tender lips and kissed her. Then he pulled away, rested on his elbow and repeated his demand. His fingers combed her pussy hair, then tugged. “I need to see you pleasure yourself.”
Courage rushed through her bloodstream.
Lost to his charm, she reached down to open her lips. The sound of liquid parting made her shiver. He smiled. Thrilled at his response, she sank her index finger far inside and stroke herself ever so delicately. She moaned and so did he. Biting her lips, she found her tiny nub, now large, hard and slick with cream. In a daze, she circled it with the tip of her finger, then thrust two fingers of one hand inside herself while the other caressed her clit. She was drenched, plush, molten and so entranced by the rapturous look on his face. His lust was almost too bright, too fierce to watch. She’d burn up, go to ashes, never feel him inside her again. “Rex, honey,” she murmured as she tapped her clit over and over, her whole body crying out with need of him.
He shifted on the bed, removed her fingers and replaced them with his own.
In a minute, she was bucking, rising off the bed, his fingers fucking her while his mouth nibbled on her clit and made her keen.
Her insides pounding so violently she shook, she grabbed him to her and let him rock her in his arms. His hands stroking her hair, he told her how wonderful she was.
“I’m impressed. How many times can you come?” he asked after a minute or so.
She shrugged. “By myself? Twice. With you, clearly, more than that and more quickly too.”
His eyes went half lidded with desire. “And with other men? How often?”
“Not like this. Not like now.”
“Are you telling me no man has ever explored this lush bod more than twice in a night?”
She chuckled. “You have a great opinion of the male gender! Try no more than once.”
“They were stupid.”
“Or incapable!”
He chuckled. “I’m honored.”
“That you are creative? Rex Martinez, sir. I’m the one who’s—”
“About to come again.” His blue eyes turned wicked as he massaged her clit. “We’ll set a record for you.”
Her pussy welcomed his fingers with fresh cream. Her legs clamped together to intensify his caress. “I want you inside me this time,” she declared, bit her lower lip and stretched to r
each for the bedside table and another condom.
“Not yet, darlin’.”
“But—”
“We’ve got only two more of those. Got to make ’em last.”
“No,” she objected and knew she was nearly wailing. “Now. We’ll buy more. Have to.”
He kissed her as if his life depended on it, hard and stern and desperate. “The way I want you, there aren’t enough of these little guys in the world to keep me happy. So we need to be inventive. And I’m not done tasting you. So, flat on your back, baby, and let me swing around so you have a good taste of me.”
With his beautiful big cock near her lips like this, she wiggled in frenzied delight. His hands gripped her thighs and pulled her open. Her cunt filled with more lube and she knew she’d gone to paradise. Taking his balls in one hand, she stroked him slowly as she encouraged him to lower his hips so that she could take all of him into her mouth.
The minute she swallowed his crest, he took possession of her pussy. With two fingers probing the depths of her channel, he sucked her clit into his mouth and laved her with his big rough tongue.
“Honey,” he whispered to her between lavish licks of her labia, “I want to make you scream for me.”
She captured her breath, vowing to make him come in her mouth and make him the first one to cry out. His cock was thick, soft as down and hard as steel beneath. His shaft was red, heavily veined, his helmet purple fragrant. His slit giving her savory drops of his cum that she licked up with a reverent thirst. And though he nipped and sucked on her pussy with a dexterity that made her sizzle and steam, he paused now and again to gasp at her ministrations.
Inside, she thrilled that she was capable of making him happy. So happy, that she had only two or three good tastes of him before he yanked away. She followed, her body arching over him to give him more of her. Despite the fact that he had stopped eating her, she was ready to burst with an orgasm and yet ravenous to make him come She wanted to have everything he had to give, every drop of his being.
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