“Wife.” He repeated it with a look of amazement on his face. He leaned in and kissed her. He tasted like beer and his own fiery flavor.
She closed her eyes and let his tongue work magic in her mouth, along her cheeks and around her tongue. Dizziness spun her head until the cool satin of the bedspread caressed her back. She opened her eyes as Jayden ended the kiss, slid off her shorts and undies, and kissed a quick path up her leg.
This wasn’t the slow seduction of yesterday. This was a man, her husband, needing her so badly, he couldn’t do anything but make this happen for both of them. And she was ready. Pressing her thighs together, her pussy shivered and contracted, wanting him there, his mouth, his hand, but mostly that gloriously huge cock of his. She’d seen plenty of photos of naked men online, even a couple in movies, but the actual thing, hot and pulsing in her hand, made her crave him, wildly. Fearlessly.
He kissed her mound and shockwaves spread from her clit to her core. “Open for me. Let me see how beautiful you are.” His voice came out a gruff demand. His jaw tightened as his gaze traveled over her thighs, her hips, her mound. When his fingers urged her knees apart, she relaxed and let him spread her wide.
His breath left him in a rush and he leaned in, licked and sucked her exactly where she needed him.
She couldn’t look away. Before, she’d been unsure, shy, and had asked him to keep his hat on. Now, she wanted to experience every second, visually and sensually. Reaching down, she ran her fingers through his curls.
His tongue slid along her pussy lips and tasted her deep inside, then his finger followed.
The sensation of his rough touch inside her sent flutters along her channel.
“You’re small, and so tight.” He pulled out his finger and slid in again, but it was thicker, felt like two fingers. Looking into her eyes, he licked her, from her opening up to her clit. He wriggled his tongue in a pattern that sent ziplines of pleasure along her spine.
His phone went off. He shook his head. “Text.” He sucked at her clit as his fingers slid gently in and out of her opening. “You’re wet, Stormie. Tell me what you feel.”
Tiny shocks blipped in her brain, each vertebra buzzed with electricity, her belly clutched and released, and her pussy and clit swelled and vibrated with desire. But all she could say was, “Want you inside me.” Her voice sounded low and foreign to her ears.
“Aw cutie.” He moved his head back and forth slowly, as if absorbing her demand. He growled and kissed a rushed path up her belly, suckled each breast with wild abandon, then reached toward the edge of the bed.
When he brought back the condom packet, it all became real to Stormie. She swallowed as she watched him rip open the foil and remove the condom. He placed it on the tip of his cock and rolled it down.
She’d seen it in school videos about safe sex, but watching her sexy cowboy—husband—perform the task, her hips bucked upward and she felt her juices running from her core.
His gaze met hers, his dark blue eyes looked almost black with his pupils dilated. “You say the word, and I’ll stop.” He narrowed his eyes. “You’re running this rodeo.”
She could tell it cost him plenty to say it, and she appreciated his sincerity, but she had to smile at his phrase. “Is that what you call it? Are we having a rodeo?”
His solemn look broke when a crooked grin curved his lips. “Said the first thing that came to mind, and it wasn’t very damn romantic.”
She pressed her palms to his cheeks and looked deeply into his eyes. “Everything you say is romantic.” Taking a breath, she went all in and lifted her bent legs to bracket his hips. “Make me your woman, Jayden.” Her words sent her heartbeat rocketing. Tears of happiness collected behind her eyes, but she wouldn’t lose contact with Jayden’s gaze.
He slid one arm around her back. The knuckles of his other hand brushed along her pussy lips, and were soon replaced by a hot, blunt hardness. His cockhead. He paused.
She shifted her hips upward. Encouraging him. Her hands made slow circles on his shoulders.
He shifted himself closer to her, his hard chest rubbing against her nipples.
Pings of sharp desire shimmied down into her core and her breathing grew shallow.
The pressure on her opening increased as Jayden pushed his staff in an inch. His eyes rolled for a second and his hand moved from between her legs to her hip.
Taking a breath, Stormie let it out and relaxed her muscles.
His lips pressed together in a thin line and he pivoted his hips, sliding his cock in another inch.
The glorious stretching in her channel heated her belly, the fire radiating through her bloodstream. “More.”
His body shivered once and he pressed in deeper. “This is amazing.” He kissed her, quick and hard. “You’re amazing.”
She slid her hands down his back until they rested at his hips. “Don’t make me wait a second longer.”
He groaned, dropped his head beside hers, and pushed into her until his hips bumped her inner thighs. He didn’t move.
A twinge of pain surprised her, but the fullness of him completely inside her started quivers along her core, sent bursts of lightning up her spine to spark in her head. “I want to…move.” She shifted her pelvis.
His hand tightened on her hip. “Easy.” His body quivered and his cock jerked inside her.
“Are you talking to me, or to yourself?”
He kissed her neck. “Both of us.” Trailing kisses along her jaw, he nipped at her lower lip. “You feel like an acre of heaven.”
Lifting her head, she pressed her lips against his. “Send me there, Jayden. Send us both to heaven.”
His eyes flared and his mouth covered hers, his tongue diving inside to take all she had to give. His hips moved, finally, sliding his cock slowly from her.
She cupped his tight ass cheeks and pulled him down, telling him wordlessly what she needed.
“Aw, Storm.” The words slid from his mouth into hers. He eased his length into her again and waited. “Pain?”
“None.” There was a little, but the bite made the sweet pleasure all the more real, twice as immediate.
He withdrew, faster this time, and his kiss faltered, then started again, more desperate this time.
Her hands pressed against his bottom, urging him faster, using her tongue, she tasted every crevice of his mouth.
This time, he plunged in, hard and wild. He pulled his lips from hers, watching her face.
“Yes. That’s what I want.” She conveyed her desperation with her eyes.
When he withdrew, she scraped her short nails up his back.
“Goddamnit,” he shouted and his hips jerked, pistoning his staff into her. His hand on her hip slid under her ass and lifted her. He turned feral, his muscles moving in an age-old dance, pulling himself higher toward completion, pushing Stormie right to the edge of total surrender.
Wedging his leg to keep her hips at the perfect angle, he eased his hand between them and unerringly found her clit.
His touch sent static electricity to her brain, her nipples rubbing on his chest generated sparks that raced to her core and up through her spine. His rod, pumping into her, pulling out, and filling her even fuller tipped her over the top.
“Yes, Jayden, I need you.” Her mind blasted the word love around until primal ecstasy consumed her, shimmering lights and colors ricocheting through her brain, spreading pings of delight in every nerve ending. Her channel tightened and released in a rhythm that matched Jayden’s hot slides, in and out, so perfectly timed, that she felt the connection between them soul-deep. Slowly she descended back into reality.
He cried out and stiffened, doubling his speed.
Her body demanded another release, and she rode with him, up again into the stars, spinning and clutching at him for more. She said his name and heard her own in return. Light seeped in slowly as shivers of delight raced through her, sending her back to reality.
His slow plunges in, and decadent withdrawal
s out, heated her with rolling intensity.
He stopped moving.
She opened her eyes. Above her, drops of perspiration dotted his forehead.
“You okay?” His breath panted in and out, his stomach pressing against hers with each inhalation.
“I’m okay.” She pressed her hands to the back of his neck. “But I need a kiss.”
“You can have anything you want.” He lowered his head and brushed his lips against hers. The slow decadence sent a zing through her. His tongue teased along her lips, then eased into her mouth for a mellow, thorough kiss. “How’s that?”
“Perfect.” Everything was absolutely perfect. The thought should have thrilled her, but a parcel of doubt snuck into her bliss. Had she made the right choice today? She shook it off. That was something her parents would ask her, not something that should have crept into a married woman’s mind on her wedding night.
“What is it?” He stared into her eyes. Sliding his shaft out of her slick pussy, he shifted to her side.
“Not a thing.” She turned to face him. “Everything’s perfect.”
His hand smoothed her hair. “You’d tell me if it wasn’t?”
She smiled. “Do I seem like the type who wouldn’t?”
He laughed. “Nope.” He sat up. “Hang on a second while…shit.” He was looking at his groin.
“What?” Had the condom broke? She held her breath, waiting for him to say the words.
Chapter Eight
“There’s blood.” Jayden lay next to her on the heart shaped bed. He looked at her, then down at her thighs. “I felt a barrier.”
She nodded. Her gynecologist had mentioned she had one. “It’s okay. Really.” She sat up and leaned against him. “I don’t feel any pain. Didn’t feel much then…when you…” Why was it so hard to talk to him about this? She blinked. Probably because they’d spent less than twenty-four hours together, total.
“C’mon.” He helped her to stand and brought her into the bathroom. “Sit a minute.”
“I’m not an invalid.”
He lifted a brow. “Humor me. This is the cave man husband worrying about his…wife.”
She smiled and sat on the lid of the toilet. “Did cave people marry?”
He shook his head, pulled off the condom, and disposed of it, then walked to the red bathtub.
Stormie took in every inch of his muscled thighs, his tight round ass, and narrow hips as he bent over and turned on the water.
It gushed in like a waterfall. He picked up a bottle sitting on the ledge. “Bubbles?” He turned to her.
“Definitely.”
He strode over to her and sat on his heels in front of her. “I’ve never had that kind of a high.” He looked away, swallowed, and met her gaze again. “Something happened between us.” His brow furrowed. “Powerful.”
She brushed her fingers softly across his lips. “I know.” Her heart gave a lurch. “I don’t think we need to go too deeply into it right now, though.” Her brain was still whirling, her body tingling and satisfied. She didn’t want to lose her first real afterglow.
He shook his head. “I’m not a deep kind of guy anyway, but whatever’s goin’ on with us plumb scares the liver out of me.” He stood, took her hands, and pulled her up with him.
“Can’t ride a wild bronc without a liver.” She made a goofy face.
A sorrowful expression clouded his eyes. “Can’t ride a wild bronc. Period.”
“Jayden, you’re not…don’t say that.”
He tugged her toward the tub. “Don’t mind me. I’m just down on my luck…” He winked at her. “Rodeo luck, I mean.”
“You’re down on yourself, too.” She hated to see him defeated like this.
He shook his head. “Now’s not the time.” He held her hand while she stepped in. The water was warm and bubbly. She started to sit.
“Whoa, there.” He stepped in behind her. “You don’t get all this luxury to yourself.”
She grinned. A cowboy who liked a bubble bath. Or did he just like it because she was in it? “I’ll share.”
He sat, guided her down between his legs, and settled her with her back against his chest. The water in the tub rose high, and after a minute, he turned off the faucet. “This is nice.”
She relaxed back against him, and his arms came around to hold her. She could easily get used to this. Closing her eyes, she let herself drift away. If they got an apartment together, they could find one with a big tub… She jerked, shocked with the direction of her thoughts.
“Cutie?” Jayden whispered it in her ear, then nibbled at her lobe. “What’s on your mind?”
She had to stay far away from the hot topic of where they went from here. After this weekend. “I learned a technique in my first year psych class.”
He ground his hard cock against her bottom. He was hard already? “Somethin’ kinky?”
She laughed and wrapped her arms on top of his across her belly. “Nope. It’s a guided imagery meditation that starts out—”
“Hold on.” His body tensed. “What’s this for.”
She pulled away and turned so she could face him. “It’s really cool.” She had to make this easy for him to take. If he thought she was analyzing his issues, he wouldn’t even hear her out. “I had a problem taking exams. I did well in class, knew the material, but choked when it came to tests.” She held up a hand. “I know, it’s not the same as riding a bronc, but…”
He shook his head. “I don’t need that kind of hoo-haw.”
She pressed her palm on his chest and made a sad face. “Please, just listen to me.”
He relaxed back into the water but crossed his arms over his chest.
“I learned to visualize myself calmly and confidently taking the test, knowing the answer to every question, writing out intelligent, correct answers to essay questions.”
He looked like he might be soaking some of it in. “And?”
“I practiced it a hundred times or more, really got into it, and the next test I took…” She snapped her fingers. “It was like someone had screwed my lightbulb back in.”
He smiled. “You’re too bright as it is, cutie.” He reached out and slid her back into his arms. “You never fail to impress me.”
She had to blink away the sweet ache behind her eyes, and breathed deeply to relieve the lovely thumping in her heart. Her man was impressed by her. She’d never heard anything as wonderful as that.
“Okay.” He rubbed his big hand in a circle on her belly. “Teach me.”
She paused a second. Then joy bubbled inside and she had to hold in a giggle. “Okay, close your eyes.”
Ten minutes later, he was mentally walking himself through a perfect ride, still on the horse when the buzzer went off, and winning the big, shiny buckle.
“I’m looking forward to taking pictures of you winning the event tomorrow.”
He chuckled and turned the faucet on to dribble hot water. “Stormie, I’m gonna go with this voodoo theory of yours ‘cause nothing else has worked. Now, it’s my turn.” He slid his hands under her breasts, cupping them and massaging. “I want to guide you in a meditation.”
She wiggled and his cock bumped against her back. “Okay. Guide me, cowboy.”
“Mmm. Imagine you’re in a bathtub with your husband.” His fingers found her nipple and plucked as his other hand slid low below the water and opened her slit, sliding a finger along her throbbing lips.
Her breath came fast. “I can almost feel it.”
His chuckle shook her whole body, causing waves on the water.
She reached behind her and grabbed his shaft. “Now imagine your wife has your slippery, wet cock in her hand.”
“I can almost feel it, too.” His voice choked, low and sexy.
****
Twenty minutes later, both of them satisfied and dried off, Jayden carried his bride from the bathroom. Her sleepy head lolled onto his shoulder and his heart whumped a couple times. He couldn’t get enough of this w
oman.
Pulling back the bedcovers, he tucked her in. “Where are your keys? I’ll get your suitcase out of your car.”
She pointed, not opening her eyes. “Purse. Red car, third level of the ramp, left side after you get off the elevator.”
He kissed her temple and stood, looking down on perfection. Damn, he was a goner.
She opened her eyes. “Wait.” Sitting up, she picked up a little bag from the nightstand. She dug a minute and handed something to him. “This’ll be your touchstone.”
He took the clear, one-inch square cube. “Dice? What’s a single dice? Die?” Each side of it had green divots, one to six, and a four-leaf clover was in the middle. “Touchstone?”
She held the sheet over her breasts. “When you touch this, you’ll remember to visualize the perfect ride.”
He nodded, held it tight in his fist, and fought back a rogue burst of emotion. “Thanks.” He kissed her forehead. “You’re…sweet.” It was a little underkill, but it was all he could wrangle at that moment. He was tired, physically and emotionally, and just needed to hold his woman and let the world go on without them for a while
She smiled and slid back under the covers.
Jayden dressed, put the die in the front pocket of his jeans, grabbed her keys, and headed to the elevators. He took out his phone. The text had been from Rance. Call me whatever time. Bad news about the rodeo? He dialed as he got in the elevator. “Rance?”
“Jay, where are you?” It sounded like Rance was in the casino.
“I’m going to the parking ramp, then to our room to get my suitcase.”
“Uh yeah, dawg. Havin’ some marital relations, yeah?”
Rance was from southern California, but it just seemed ass-stupid for a cowboy to talk like a gangster. “What do you need?”
“I’ll meet you in the room in about ten.”
“All right.” He hung up and exited the elevator. The gift shop was still open. He touched the small cube in his pocket. Her thoughtfulness had affected him hard, softening him to the point of getting too mushy. He needed to do something for her. He stepped into the gift shop and went right to the jewelry counter. He didn’t have much in his bank account right now, but what he had, he’d gladly give up to make Stormie happy.
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