“You’ve been driving me crazy, woman,” I admit. “Every time I look at you, I want you.” My lips brush the shell of her ear,nipping and nibbling between words. “It’s too much. Too fucking much for one man to take.”
“So, stop fighting,” she says. “I already told you; I don’t want you to stop.”
I pull back enough to look in her eyes. They’re dark with desire and need. A woman who knows exactly what she wants. “Well then, who the fuck am I not to give you what you want?”
“Yes.” The word is little more than a moan as I dip my head to the tender spot on her neck, kissing and biting until she’s writhing against me.
There’s no more holding back. I need to see her. See what I’ve been picturing almost night and day since the moment she set foot on my ranch.
Anna lifts her arms as I pull her sweater up and over her head. Her bra is simple white cotton, innocent. But I’ve never seen anything sexier than her tits straining against the thin fabric, heaving with every breath. Her smooth, porcelain skin glows in the firelight.
I take a moment to take in the sight of her before lowering my rough scruff of a beard to her chest.
She moans and tilts her head back as I wrap a hand around one soft globe. My thumb grazes roughly over her nipple, forcing it into a hard peak against the thin cotton. I suck the other nipple into my mouth through the fabric.
I know I’m being impatient.
But dammit, I am.
She’s stirred something inside me that threatens to explode. And now that I know she feels the same…
Needing to see more, I pull my mouth away from her nipple long enough to tear her bra free from her body with a flick of my wrist.
Anna gasps with the force of it but instantly thrusts her chest forward for more attention.
Now that she’s bare to me, the little restraint I had left is totally gone.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
My hands are everywhere all at once. Kneading, squeezing, pinching, and pulling until she’s squirming wildly against my rigid cock.
“If you’re not careful, I’m going to flip you over and fuck you, Anna.” My voice is low. Full of warning and promise as I struggle to regain control.
She looks straight into my eyes and licks her lips before running her hands down my chest, pulling at the buttons of my shirt. “What makes you think I want to be careful, Wyatt?”
With a growl, I stand, Anna still straddling my waist. Reflexively, she wraps her legs around me, her lips fall open in surprise as I drop her with a soft plop onto the couch.
Without a second to waste, I grab the quilt she’d been cuddling under and spread it on the floor in front of the fire. I want my girl bare in the firelight when I fuck her.
She’s still sitting on the couch, watching me. Looking like a good damn fantasy with her hair spilling over her shoulders, half covering her bare tits, her breath coming fast, her lips parted.
I can’t wait to see what she looks like when she cums.
And I don’t plan on waiting much longer.
Instead of laying her out on the quilt, I drop to my knees in front of her and tug her jeans from her, moving gently over the bandage on her upper thigh.
Her cotton panties match the bra I’ve already destroyed, so with a quick pull, I give her panties the same fate, exposing her sweet, perfect pussy to me.
Dusted in golden curls, I can already see how wet she is for me. My mouth waters at the sight of her wanting me.
“Have I told you how fucking perfect you are, sweetheart?” My big, rough hands run up her legs, squeezing and kneading asI pull her thighs further apart until she’s open for me. “You’re already so wet.”
“For you, Wyatt.”
Her soft voice is almost my undoing.
I grip each of her thighs in my huge hands and stretch her open as I dip between her legs, tasting her for the first time.
