Under the Cowboy's Control

Travis steeled himself, his eyes running over her curves.

She turned to face him, her violet eyes provocative. "I am perfect, yes?"

"Almost. Come here," he hissed, and reached out, grabbed her hand and pulled her closer.

His hands landed on her hips and he gripped her, hard.

Her arms wrapped around his neck. "I want to be the perfect wife," she whispered to him.

Travis rubbed his hands up and down her hips and said indolently, "A perfect wife would be on her knees right about now."

She dropped to her knees in front of him.

Her hands landed on his thighs and she swirled one up and over the erection pulsing in his jeans.

"Would a perfect wife wait for more instruct--instructions?"

"No." He jerked the word out, and her hands went to work on his fly immediately.

She pulled at the snap, and moved down his zipper. He bulged against his briefs, his erection straining to be released.

Selena accommodated him immediately. She eased him out of his briefs and started pushing at the jeans that were stopping her from getting to him completely.

He reached down and helped her shove them off.

She undid the buttons of his shirt, one by one, kissing his chest as she moved down. At the last button, she wrapped her hand around his straining erection and raised her head and gave him a tiny, tantalizing smile.

He felt it all the way to his soul.

She kissed him softly on the lips and began the slow stroking with her hand that he had taught her. Travis felt her magic surround him as anticipation and lust swirled through his guts.

He knew she didn't realize what he wanted. Jesus Christ, she probably had never heard of it.

She continued the firm little strokes, and Travis closed his eyes once again and experienced her wholesome innocence.

He sat back in the chair, enjoying her ministrations, and struggled with himself. Her sweetness captivated him completely. During the last three weeks of their marriage, he had done everything to her in bed. Touched her in every way. Kissed and stroked every inch of her body. She had been shocked, so shocked, but she loved what he did to her.

She would want to know all of it. She would want that feminine power over him.

Travis took deep breaths as she moved her hand against him, and she swirled her tongue lazily down his chest.

He moved his hands to her shoulders, caressing her.

She continued kissing and stroking him.

His hands moved to tangle in her hair, gripping her, on either side of her skull. He moved her head slightly to the left until her mouth was on a male nipple. She licked it immediately. His stomach clenched.

He continued to hold her head and slid her over to his other nipple. She followed his direction, and let him move her head until her mouth was clasped to his other nipple. She sucked delicately.

He couldn't wait any longer. He wanted to feel that little mouth on him so badly he thought he would die if she didn't show him mercy.

He slowly and firmly pushed her head to his lap.

Selena emerged briefly from the sensuous languidness of sexual desire to feel him push her head down until it was buried against his straining manhood. His male scent enveloped her. God, he smelled so good. Musky and hot, she wanted to kiss him there, too. It was just a tiny, wicked thought in her head until she realized that he had maneuvered her there for a purpose. She sucked in a small, shocked breath, instant images of his head between her thighs inundating her.

He wanted the same.

She wanted to give it to him.