Kissin' Tell (Rough Riders #13)(47)

All he had to do was lift a brow at her and she started stripping.


Then she was unsure what to do next.


“You’re kinda far away. C’mere.” Tell rolled down onto his back. Grabbing her hand, he murmured, “I liked how you were on me before.”


“On top?” she asked, wondering if he could see her blushing.


“Yep. And hurry up, ’cause I’m dying to see how beautiful you are when you’re ridin’ me.”


She straddled him, pressing her palms against his pectorals, squeezing that warm, hard flesh.


Tell reached up and traced the inner rim of her lip with his thumb. “Put me inside you.”


Circling her hand around his shaft, she adjusted her hips. The instant the tip connected with her opening, Tell’s hands landed on her hips.


“Slowly,” he murmured.


Georgia lowered herself a little at a time, aware of how wet she was. Aware of Tell’s hungry gaze on her. She looked up when his cock was inside her to the root.


“Put your hands on my thighs.”


Arching back gave him full access to her clit.


“Ride me like this. Bring me all the way out of that tight * and then take me deep again.”


Every time she lifted her hips, letting his shaft slide out, he’d swirl his thumb over her clit. Her body quivered from the effort as she kept the maddeningly slow pace. Her thighs were sweating. Aching.


When he pumped his up to meet her downstroke, she switched gears. She fell forward, dropping her hands above his shoulders. Sliding so they were skin on skin, which felt amazing. God. He was so pretty to look at as she was on top of him, f*cking him.


His hands cupped her ass. “Impatient?” he murmured.


“Yes. This is so good.” She rolled her torso, her breasts rubbing against his chest hair as she increased the tempo.


Two sharp smacks on her bare ass surprised her.


She froze. “What was that for?”


“For takin’ over.” He smacked her butt cheeks again. “Some other time when you get it in your mind to be in charge, I’m gonna put you over my knee.”


Her * clenched at the image of lying across his lap as his big, rough hands connecting with her butt.


He chuckled. “Oh, sweetness, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”


“Maybe,” she said, gliding back down his body like a cat, pushing him in deep. Then almost kissing him as she pushed herself forward. “But I’d really like to see that holy shit look in your eyes when I make you come.”


He pressed a kiss to her lips. “Take us there.”


Her instincts took over. She picked up the pace, sliding skin on skin until their torsos were damp and sticking together. Mouth dry, head roaring, every inch of her skin prickled with awareness as she pushed toward that point of no return.


Tell whispered, “Breathe, baby. Lemme help you.” His grip on her ass tightened as he helped her move to shorter, faster strokes.


That little changeup flipped a switch, sending her straight over the edge. “Yes. Oh God.” She threw her head back in sweet anticipation of that first hard pulse.


The automatic sprinklers went off as she started to come. She gasped from the shock of the cold water spraying on her hot skin. The tick tick tick of the sprinklers was synchronized to the contractions in her *, to the throbbing in her clit, and to Tell’s sucking kisses on the pulse point in her throat.


By the time the climax slowed, she was soaked.


Then Tell flipped her on her back, trying to protect her from the sprinkler stream. Resting on his forearms above her head, f*cking her with power, but tenderness dominated his eyes. “Watch what you do to me.” He groaned and his back bowed as he peered at her from beneath lowered lashes. His mouth tight with tension, then slack with pleasure as he emptied himself into her.


There wasn’t time to cling to each other, whispering sweet words as bodies and breathing returned to normal.


Tell twitched. “Goddammit. That sprinkler head is spraying me right in the ass.”


Georgia snickered. “You won’t need an enema.”


“I can’t believe you said that. Just for that…” He withdrew from her body and rolled to his feet, ducking out of the way so the sprinklers hit her from every direction.


She shrieked and scrambled upright, grabbing the corners of the blanket before she ran to the patio, where Tell was shaking with laughter.


“I shoulda left your clothes out there,” she grumbled, dropping the wet bundle on the cement.


“Probably.” He pulled her wet, naked body against his. “But won’t you feel a little bad for me, drivin’ home in wet clothes? While you’re all nice and warm, wrapped in a fluffy robe?”


“Nope. Not a bit.”


He whacked her ass and covered her mouth, stopping her squeak of protest.


The kiss was pure seduction. So hot her lips seemed to burn. So sweet her teeth ached. So thorough she felt as if he’d taken her body again.


“I just can’t get enough of you, Georgia.” He gifted her forehead, temples, cheekbones, jaw, the corners of her mouth with soft kisses. He murmured, “Being with you… There’s never been anything like it for me.”