In one smooth move, he managed to flip off his hat, pull his shirt off over his head, and drop the hat back on. Shirtless, now wearing only a hat and his pants, he faced her again to unbuckle his pants, already bulging with promise.
Laura could not believe how hot she was getting. Her nipples were hard in the evening air, and she had to shift on the bed because her pussy was hot and demanding stimulation.
He teased her with the pants, flipping them open then covering up again, in time to the distant strains of the event music. He finally unbuttoned them entirely, and managed to time the release of his barely-clad cock with a distant roar of applause
from the Mr. Shifter’s pageant.
They had no idea what kind of a show they were missing, Laura thought.
She lifted a finger and beckoned him nearer.
He sashayed over to her obligingly, and Laura put a finger into the band of his taut briefs.
He hissed, and shuddered.
“You’re quite the showman,” Laura said, voice warm with appreciation.
“It’s not all show,” Tex promised. He drew a finger of his own down Laura’s shoulder and she had to suck in her breath and shiver at his touch.
Waiting was suddenly not the best option.
Laura stood, and let Tex unbutton her shorts with one hand while he caressed her shoulder and side, pausing to cup her breast.
He slipped both shorts and panties down together over her ass, pausing for a squeeze. They were still for just a moment, standing close together and breathing in each other’s air before he kissed her roughly and tipped her down on the bed to pull them smoothly down her legs and toss them across the room.
His weight on the bed on either side of her made it creak, and if Laura had had any thoughts that weren’t of his touch and his smell and his skin, it would have been to be grateful that the hotel was currently deserted.
Then he was touching her eager folds, and she could feel the slick wetness that had gathered during his striptease against his big fingers. He stroked into her, once with one finger, again with two, and she arched up and cried out in a crest of pleasure and need.
Before she could come down from it, he was stripping off his briefs and entering her. His cock filled her impossibly, then filled her more at the next stroke, each thrust feeling deeper and wider.
Laura came again, moaning and writhing in his arms, and he slowed his thrusts to ease her fall from pleasure.
When she could breathe again, she kissed him, and they were a tangle of arms and touches and mouths in waves of sensation.
When he pulled out of her, Laura felt like she’d lost something, even though she was already feeling pounded sore and had found her bliss several times. She gave a little cry, but he kissed her, then turned her on the bed and mounted her from behind.
It was a whole new range of sensation, his cock pressing in new places of joy as he slid deeper into her.
She felt it when he began to lose control, his careful thrusts becoming frantic, and his hands on her arms tightening. It excited her as much as it did him, and she gave a scream of release as her final orgasm outdid any of the previous, matching his own moment of climax.
His last erratic thrusts died off slowly, and Laura enjoyed the spiral down as much as she had the ride up, aware again of the squeaking bed and the sounds of the evening outside the open window.
As their heartbeats finally slowed, they lay together on the bed and Tex stroked her arms and hips and sides as if he was lost in wonder.
Chapter 16
The hotel was not well insulated, and a few hours later, a stream of noisy chatter and stomping feet went by. Tex woke briefly, marveled at Laura, blissfully still in his arms, and went back to sleep himself.
When he woke later, the hotel was still, but Laura was stirring in his arms, and the feeling of her curves under his hands was more appealing than more sleep.
He stroked the line of her hip, the sway of her side, the cup of her breast, kissing the line of her neck as she woke.
“Well, hello Cowboy,” she murmured, and Tex pressed his determined member at the small of her back. They were both still naked, tangled in a single sheet together. Outside, it was raining, as it so often did at night.
In darkness, they were reduced to other senses. He reveled in the silky dream of her skin, the smell of rain mixed with the heady, hot scent of her desire, and the little sounds she made when he touched her. A hand to her thigh slipped higher, curving around to appeal at more intimate places.
She moved against him, rising like a goddess over him, and he could just make out the curve of her breasts in what light there was.