Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(87)

hadn’t left the room. She heard him pacing behind her.


The bed dipped and his warm, hard body pressed against hers. A hand slipped over the

curve of her belly, breaching the curls covering her mound. Two fingers followed the

seam of her sex and plunged inside her wet *.


God that felt good.


His pleasure rumbled in her ear. “Flogging turns you on.”


“That’s what that was?”


“Widen your stance.”


While Ainsley slid her knees out, he thrust his fingers in a few more times before he

moved. The bed jostled. Soft hair brushed the inside of her thighs.


“Lean forward.”


Oh wow. It was like she was sitting on his face.


His tongue snaked from the top of her slit to her bottom. A very long, very thorough

lick.


Her whole body trembled.


“Goddamn you taste good.” He yanked her down and went to town. Suckling her *

lips, then flicking them with his tongue. Mapping every fold with every part of his

mouth. Lapping at the cream pouring from her sex.


A whimper escaped when his teeth scraped her clit.


Bennett stilled. “Did that hurt?”


“A little. It just caught me by surprise.”


He pressed several soft kisses over the hood of her clit.


Those glimpses of his care, of how attuned he was to her every response amazed her. His

work-honed hands clutched the globes of her ass as he ate at her sex. She was so lost

in the intimate attentions of his hungry mouth that she jumped at the first brush of

his thumb across her anus.


Which caused him to smack her ass and growl a warning.


That smack made her wetter yet.


Bennett began to plunge his thumb in and out of her * as he fastened his mouth to

her clit.


Ainsley knew she wouldn’t last long with such intense focus. All pulse points in her

body were already buzzing as Bennett pushed her closer to the edge of detonation. He

didn’t retreat when she began to grind into his face, desperate for that rush of

release.


Right as the climax hit, he slipped his thumb in her ass. Her clit pulsed against his

sucking lips. Her * and anal muscles contracted in opposition to the throbbing in

her sex, making the orgasm seem endless.


As soon as the last pulse faded, Bennett scooted backward. “Stay just like that.”


“I can’t think, let alone move.”


A couple of seconds later he removed the blindfold as he kissed her nape. A slick digit

swept over her *. “Don’t clench.”


A light pressure gave way to a gentle swirling motion that encompassed all those

unexplored nerve endings. A constant stroking of the outer ring of muscle and a little

inside. The more he stroked, the more those nerve endings came alive. She found herself

wanting that invasion. Unconsciously she pressed down, trying to force contact.


He murmured, “Who’s in charge, Ainsley?”


“You are.”


“Relax and I’ll give you what you want.”


She expelled a steady breath. As soon as she followed his directive, he slipped

something in her ass. A thick something. But it didn’t fill her bowels completely. Not