Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(173)
“I’m yours.”
“I’ll f*ck any part of this body I want to.” The coarse hair of his calves brushed
the inside of hers as he moved in behind her. He draped his warm body across her back,
his weight pushing her chest deeper into the mattress. Panic filled her. She was
trapped. She thrashed. A simple gentle touch on her neck stopped her frantic movements.
“Stop. Remember you’re safe with me. You’re always safe with me, Ainsley.”
She turned her head but she couldn’t see him.
Isn’t that what you wanted in your fantasy?
No. I want to see him. I want to know it’s him.
Then his big, capable hands squeezed her breasts. His fingers twirled, tugged and
tweaked her nipples. Between the squeezing, the pinching and her complete
immobilization, her breath was coming in short bursts of air that left her light
headed. She started to drift into her floaty headspace.
His hand floated down her belly and his fingers traced her clit. “I wanna get you off
like you do when you’re alone in your bed.” He stroked, working one, then two fingers
inside her. Plunging deep, knowing exactly how much pressure to exert to keep her
whimpering for more. To make her * moisten and swell for him.
Just as she could almost taste that sweet climax, he withdrew. She groaned, turning her
head to wipe the sweat gathered on her brow. To try and see him. “Please.”
The bed wiggled. “Maybe you’d rather get off with a vibrator.”
“Your hand is fine.”
“You sure?” A loud mechanical buzz sounded next to her ear. “Because I found this on
your nightstand.”
“I didn’t plan to use it. I swear.”
“Such a liar.” He nibbled on the back of her neck, sending a shudder through her. “I
think you planned to give yourself a little treat before you fell asleep.”
“No.”
“Let’s see how this works.” He’d lubed up her rabbit vibrator; the cool silicone
easily slipped inside her. He turned on all the moving parts at once—a total blitz on
her senses. She’d already teetered on that elusive point and this would kick her right
over the edge.
When he started pinching the tender skin on the inside of her thighs, she tried to
close her legs against the intense pleasure.
He hissed, “Don’t deny yourself this. Don’t lie to yourself that you don’t like
what I’m doin’ to you.”
Why did that feel so good? Was she a masochist for craving more of that pain?
Light pinches on her thicker folds of skin gave way to smaller, faster pinches. As she
spiraled closer to orgasm a line of liquid heat shot from those pinpoints.
“Oh. Please.”
He flipped the vibrator on high, holding it in place. The phallus spun inside her,
hitting her G-spot every third rotation. The plastic cage around her clit stopped
vibrating at random intervals and stayed steady. That tingling, buzzing sensation
tormented every nerve ending in her body. Her sex, her nipples, even her skin throbbed.
She forgot how to breathe, how to think, she could only focus on that desperate need.
“Lemme hear you come.” One last hard pinch on her inner thigh and Ainsley unraveled.
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