Texas Big Man

“Slow,” she says, the word half a moan.

“Do you want me to spread you out on this table like I said I would, or in my bed?”

Her gaze flicks to mine, sudden confidence and desire there. “Bed now. Table later.”

“Fuck.” I take her hand and pull her up the stairs. “I’m going to eat you like that cherry pie, Mel. And I’m going to make you scream while I do it.”

I yank her inside my bedroom and set the lantern down on the side table. It casts a pale, flickering glow over the room while the walls of the house shake. That damn pajama top is too tempting, and I reach for her, doing exactly what I’ve imagined. “I wanted to do this the first time you came downstairs for breakfast,” I growl. I drag my lips down her neck and across her shoulder. Her skin is so smooth and soft, and I can barely believe that I’m finally getting to touch her, explore her.

Melena moans, and all the blood in my body flows straight to my cock. God, she’s sexy. And not wearing a bra. Her fingers are fisted in my shirt, holding on to me desperately. “Talk to me, Mel. Are you okay?”

She laughs, breathless. “More than okay.”

“Good.” I rip my shirt up and over my head, and then hers. She’s perfect. But the blush on her cheeks tells me that she’s embarrassed. I’m going to kill the man who put that thought into her head.

Scooping her up, I lay her on the bed. I lay on my side and let my fingers drift up her tummy, between her breasts. I drag my fingers down her sides and feel goosebumps raising beneath my fingertips. I move slowly, watching her face, taking in every breath she takes, every move her body makes under my fingers. I could do this, just simply caress her, all night long. When I see her breathing picking up, and her perfect nipples turn a darker shade of pink, I cover her body with mine. I’ve dreamed about this moment and how it would feel, and it’s so much better than my imagination. “You’re stunning,” I say, mouth pressed to her skin as I finally sink down her body and take a perfect pink nipple into my mouth.

“Oh,” she makes a sound, quickly biting her lip to be quiet, again blushing a furious pink.

Not on my watch. I crawl back up to her face so her eyes are level with mine. “I don’t know who made you think that you were anything less than perfect, or that letting someone hear your pleasure was a bad thing, but they were wrong. Your body is so delicious that I’ve been dying to taste it since the second you got out of that car. And if I make you feel good, then you better fucking believe that I want to hear it.”

Melena is looking at me like she’s never seen me before, and she hasn’t. Not like this. I feel wild and feral, ready to make this woman mine. I’ll go slow for her. But if I’m going slow, then I’m going deep. I want her to shake.

Lazily, I move my mouth across her skin, back to her nipples that pebble under my touch, perfectly hard, ready for my mouth. I like the way she arches into me, her moans are still hesitant, but she doesn’t hold them back. Her hands fall into my hair, holding me against her while I tease and taste, switching back and forth until she’s writhing.

And then I’m moving lower, because as much as I fucking love her tits, I want to taste her pussy more. I want to feel her clench around my tongue and hear what she sounds like when she comes.

“You still okay?” I ask as I reach the waistband of her pants, pressing kisses along the lines of her hips.

“Yeah.”

“Mmm,” I make the sound across her skin and watch goosebumps form. I love the little tells in her body to let me know how she feels, and I’m going to watch them like a hawk so I know every step of the way she feels comfortable. Her soft pants are easy to slide down her legs, and I freeze when I see she has no panties on either.

I grin up at her. “This is interesting.”

She turns bright red and covers her face. “I didn’t think that this would be happening. Or that I’d be running around the ranch battening down the hatches without panties.”

“You have no complaints from me,” I say, tossing her pants off the bed so that she’s completely naked beneath me. “Feel free to wear no panties any time you want.”

She smiles, but it disappears when I push her thighs apart and lower my mouth. My lips hover just above her pussy, and I breathe in deeply, smelling her sweetness, her arousal is rising off of her like heat. Then my tongue takes a single trip up her glistening slit. Fuck she tastes so good, and her low moan makes me grip her hips and pull her closer. Her pussy is sweet, and she’s so fucking wet already. I can’t believe that I haven’t tasted her until now, and I thank the universe for this storm that’s forced us together.