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With his hand on her stomach, he looked into her deep brown eyes, and then he watched as she gasped when he dipped his hand down between her thighs. Again, he was not sex-crazed, at least he never considered himself to be. He could not keep his hands off Kate.

Sliding a finger across her slit, he teased her clit, watching her eyes close and her head fall back against the sofa. Her nipples peaked, and she arched up, and it made his balls ache. He wanted to fuck her right then and there. But he held himself back, and he eased away from her clit, then dipped down toward her cunt and pressed a single finger inside her. He still marveled at how wet she was, but also how tight.

Pulling out, he thrust back inside, and he did this repeatedly, working his finger in and out of her cunt, building up the pleasure, and she gasped. His name fell from her lips, as he rode that peak, pushing her right to the edge, and only when he was ready did he stop, but he eased his finger back out and went to her clit, stroking her.

This was not enough. He wanted to taste her, and he didn’t give a fuck that he’d finished inside her just an hour ago.

Cruz pulled his hand away, moved between her spread thighs, easing her to the end of the sofa, and then he spread her legs.

Her face was bright red, and he reached up, easing open the lips of her sex. Her bud was swollen, and he took that swollen clit into his mouth. She arched up. He flicked his tongue across the bud, sliding it back and forth, building up the pleasure quickly, then he stroked down to circle her entrance, before drawing back up.

Her eyes were closed and she arched back, and he stopped. “Look at me, Kate. Look at what I’m doing to this pretty little pussy,” he said.

She opened her eyes, and they were slightly glazed, and then he went back to teasing her clit, working her pussy. She gasped, and he let go of her sex to thrust two fingers into her tight cunt, and he felt the change within her, knowing she was getting close to orgasm. He rode that wave, pushing her right over the edge, and he didn’t tease her this time. He just worked her pussy, bringing her close to a fever pitch, and then he pushed her over it. She came tumbling down with a scream and it was the most wonderful sound. Filled with unbridled pleasure.

“Do you trust me?” Cruz asked after her orgasm had started to ebb.

“Yes.”

He pulled her from the sofa, so she was on her knees on the floor. He pulled her ass into the right position, and then he moved into his position behind her. Cruz gripped his cock, slid behind her, and then, inch by inch, he sunk into her warmth.

Her pussy was still rippling from the aftershocks of her release, and he had no choice but to grit his teeth. The pleasure of her cunt alone made him close to blowing his load deep inside her. The moment all of his cock was inside her, he grabbed her hips and eased out, only to thrust back inside, and he did this once, twice, a third time, and he nearly came right inside her.

Cruz had to stop, to gain some control of himself, so he didn’t make himself look like some kind of schoolboy. The moment he had complete control, he took several deep breaths and then started back up.

He pounded inside her pussy, and he couldn’t resist easing all the way out, until only the tip of his cock remained, and he looked down at where they were joined. She looked so beautiful, her pussy spread open, taking his dick. Such a pretty, joyous sight, and then he slammed back inside her, making her take all of it. She cried out, and he reached back between her thighs, stroking her pussy.

She began to pulse around his dick, and he held himself deep within her, as he brought her to another orgasm. It was like her body knew exactly what he wanted and gave it to him. It was so magical. So beautiful.

Now, he couldn’t hold back. He held onto her hips and fucked her, hard and fast, working his cock harder and deeper, then he pushed himself right over the edge and came apart.

They both cried out, and he spilled wave upon wave of his release, and he just knew the more he did this, the more at risk they were of her falling pregnant. He wasn’t afraid of that. He wanted Kate by his side. He wanted to claim her as his own. She belonged to him, every part of her did.

Chapter Six

The electricity went out, but Cruz had a backup generator. He’d also gone out a couple of hours ago to check on the cattle, and while he’d done that, Kate had prepared them a meal. She kept checking the phone. She took Belle out into the cold, and of course, she fed Belle.

Belle was handling the ranch life really well. She knew the little dog missed her mommy, and that was to be expected. This was the first time the two had been apart.

With the casserole in the oven, Kate sat with Belle on the sofa. The little Jack Russell sat on her lap, and she looked toward the window. It hadn’t started to snow, but the temperature hadn’t picked up. It looked like the snow that had already fallen had turned to ice.

She didn’t know how long Cruz was supposed to take. “Do you think we should go looking for him, girl?” Kate asked.

The dog was spread across her lap and made absolutely no move. She figured Belle did not want to go hunting for any Cruz. She couldn’t help but smile. “I get why you don’t want to go. It is freezing out there.”

She felt cruel making Belle go outside to do her business, but there was no way she could allow the dog to urinate and defecate in the house.

“He’ll be back soon.” She gave Belle a kiss.

Kate couldn’t help but watch the clock ticking. Each minute seemed to last an eternity. One tick, a second tick, a third tick. Tick, tick, ticking by.

Kate was about to get to her feet, as she made the decision she was going out there alone. Belle could stay in the warm house.

Just then, the back door to the kitchen opened. “Fuck me, that is cold.”

Belle shot off her lap, and Kate quickly got to her feet and rushed toward the oven to check that the casserole was okay. It was close to being ready.

She looked to see Cruz shaking off some snow at the doorway. “Has it started to snow again?”