Annie closed her eyes and let the sensation of his rough fingers on her breasts take her to new heights.
“Not as many as you might think,” he said, and he replaced his fingers on one nipple with his mouth.
“Ah,” Annie groaned. “That’s so good, Cowboy. So good.” She grasped his unoccupied hand and guided it under the waistband of her skirt.
“Oh, yeah,” he said, when he found her heat. “So wet, Doc. So wet for me.” He glided her skirt gently over her hips until it pooled on the floor in a heap. The warmth of his fingers traveled down her flesh and stopped, tracing the small tattoo of a rose above her bikini panty line. “What’s this?”
“A tattoo. What did you think it was?”
“I’ve never been with a woman who had a tattoo.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. It’s…pretty. It’s hot.”
“Glad you like it. But”—she guided his hand back inside her panties—“I think you’ll like this better.”
“God,” he said, caressing her. He slid one finger inside her heat.
She tensed, startled.
“Sorry.” He began to withdraw.
She stopped him. “No. Don’t be sorry. It feels good. So good. It’s just been so long…” She closed her eyes and gave herself to the pleasure. She moved her hips in rhythm with his finger, her pulse racing with the fever he generated in her.
“Take off your jeans, Cowboy.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“But can you do it without moving either of your hands?”
Dallas chuckled, his breath teasing her flesh. “’Fraid not, honey.”
“I’ll suffer then. But hurry.”
She groaned at the loss as he removed his hands from her, pulled his boots and socks off, and fingered his belt buckle.
“Wait,” Annie said. “I want to do it.”
“Yes’m.”
His eyes twinkled as she shoved his hands away and took over the task. Her hands shaking, she unclasped his belt and unsnapped his jeans. The zing of his zipper echoed in her ears as she slowly unwrapped her package. His hardness swelled even larger under her seeking hands. In one swoop, she brushed his jeans and boxers over his hips.
“Oh God,” she said, as her mouth dropped into an oval. “You’re beautiful, Cowboy.”
“No one’s ever said that to me before.” He shuddered as she stroked his length.
“Then no one’s taken the time to look.” She flicked her tongue over his head and licked away a drop of liquid that had emerged. Salty. Delicious.
“You have me at a disadvantage here, Doc.”
Annie grinned. “I kind of like it that way.”
“Well, then, I can’t complain.” He stepped out of his jeans and boxers and sat down on her couch. “Do with me what you will.”
“Oh no, Cowboy.” She reached for his length and pulled him to his feet. “Not here. What I have planned for you requires a nice soft bed.”
“Lead the way.” He chuckled.