Page 14 of Dirty Sweet Cowboy

Slowly, giving her time to object, I drop to my knees in the grass before her. Her breath catches, understanding dawning on her face as she looks down at me. I hold her gaze as my hands find the hem of her dress, bunching the fabric slowly, inch by inch, up her smooth thighs.

"Wayne," she says again, but it's not a protest. It's wonder. Anticipation.

"I've been dreaming about this," I tell her, voice low and rough. "About how you taste. How you'll sound when you come for me."

The dress rises higher, revealing the simple cotton panties beneath—pale blue, already visibly damp at the center. My mouth waters at the sight. I lean forward, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh, just above her knee. Her skin is impossibly soft, warm against my lips.

"Spread your legs for me, angel."

She complies, shifting her stance wider. I reward her with another kiss, higher this time. Then another, and another, working my way up the inside of her thigh. She's trembling now, small hands reaching down to tangle in my hair.

When I reach the edge of her panties, I glance up at her face. Her head is thrown back against the tree trunk, eyes half-closed, lips parted. Beautiful. Perfect.

I hook my fingers into the waistband of her underwear and drag them down her legs, helping her step out of them. Then I guide one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her completely to me.

"Look at you," I growl, taking in the sight of her pussy—pink and glistening and perfect. "So pretty. So wet for me already. A man would commit murder for one glimpse of this pretty little thing, baby.”

She makes a small, embarrassed sound, trying to close her thighs. I hold her firm.

"Don't hide from me," I tell her. "Never hide from me."

Before she can respond, I lean in and drag my tongue through her folds in one long, slow lick. The taste of her explodes across my tongue—sweet and tangy and purely female. Perfect. I groan against her flesh, the vibration making her gasp.

"Wayne!" Her fingers tighten in my hair, pulling slightly in surprise.

I do it again, slower this time, savoring every inch of her. She's so responsive, hips jerking with each pass of my tongue. I find her clit—small and swollen—and circle it lazily, learning what makes her moan, what makes her thighs tremble against my shoulders.

"That's it," I encourage, voice muffled against her pussy. "Let me hear you, angel."

She whimpers, head thrashing against the tree trunk as I increase the pressure, the speed. My hands grip her hips, holding her steady as I feast on her. I'm rock hard in my jeans, cock straining painfully against the zipper, but I ignore my own need. This is about her. About showing her how good it can be.

"Wayne," she pants, "I feel…something's happening..."

I smile against her flesh. "That's it, angel. You're getting close." I slide a finger through her wetness, teasing her entrance without pushing inside. Not yet. "Just feel it. Let it happen."

Her body is coiling tight, muscles tensing. I can feel her getting closer to the edge with every pass of my tongue across her clit. She's making the most incredible sounds—breathy moans and whimpers that are going straight to my cock.

"Please," she begs, though I doubt she knows what she's begging for. "Please, I need..."

"I know what you need," I tell her, replacing my tongue with my thumb so I can look up at her face. "You need to come. Need me to make you fall apart."

She nods frantically, beyond words now. I return my mouth to her clit, sucking gently while my finger continues to tease her entrance. She's so tight, so wet. My cock throbs with the need to be inside her, to feel that tightness gripping me, but not yet. Not tonight. Tonight’s about her.

"Come for me, good girl," I murmur against her slick flesh. "Come for me now."

The endearment pushes her over the edge. She shatters with a cry that might be my name, her pussy pulsing against my mouth, thighs clamping around my head. I keep going, gentler now, helping her ride out every wave of pleasure, drawing out her orgasm until she's sobbing with the intensity of it.

Only when her body goes limp, when her hands fall away from my hair, do I pull back. I look up at her from my position on my knees, taking in the sight of her—flushed, panting, eyes glazed with pleasure. I've never seen anything more beautiful.

"That's my good girl," I praise, helping her lower her shaking leg from my shoulder. "So perfect for me."

I stand, gathering her into my arms as her knees buckle. She clings to me, face buried in my chest, still trembling with aftershocks.

"Wayne," she whispers against my shirt, voice full of wonder and confusion and need. "That was..."

"Just the beginning," I promise, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Just a taste of what I'm going to give you."

She looks up at me then, eyes wide and trusting. Her lips find mine, kissing me deeply, tasting herself on my tongue without hesitation. The action is so unexpectedly bold, so fucking erotic, that I groan into her mouth, cock jerking against the confines of my jeans.