“I don’t think I can do this standing up,” she said, trembling. Marshall lifted his heated gaze to hers.
“You’d better get on the bed, then,” he said. “I want to savor every inch of you.”
Putting distance between them, she helped Marshall shed his shirt. His hair was mussed, and her hands were incapable of staying away from the dark locks curling at the base of his neck. So touchable and perfect. It was like she was living a dream. The most perfect cowboy in her arms and in her bed. She couldn’t wish for more, even if she wanted more. A book hadn’t been written to capture a man like him. His strength, matched only by his tenderness, made her heart bloom like the petals of a rose.She wanted to give him everything. To show him all the parts of her she had hidden, protected. There were no walls strong enough to keep out his man.
Colette stretched out on the bed, reaching for him.
Marshall dropped his jeans and stepped out of them, crawling over her to capture her mouth.
Her back arched as he worked his way back down to her core, hands taunting and stroking her breasts while his mouth tasted and kissed every inch of her skin along the way. Legs trembling as he positioned his head between them, a thrill ran through her as his tongue traced the seam of her slick passage.
Gripping and squeezing her ass as he worked, he buried himself in her heat, licking each drop of her moisture and sucking her clit until her hips bucked and shook. Releasing her, he reached a hand to stroke and tease each nipple. Her fists curled into the duvet, a tight coil of tension building in her lower belly.
“Don’t stop, I’m getting close,” she said in breathy pants.
Marshall slid a finger inside her, her body welcoming the invasion.
She whimpered, no longer capable of words. A soft moan came from her mouth as a second finger joined the first, and stroked her most sensitive place. Colette could barely hold it together; she craved the release as she pushed her body against his hand. Seeking what only Marshall could provide.
He hummed against her clit, sucking it and pushing her over the edge. Slamming her hands on the bed, a moan slipped from her lips as her orgasm rocked her body.
“Fuck,” he said in a rough voice, pulling down his underwear. “I need a condom right now. I need to feel that on my cock.” Brought back to reality with his words, she reached toward the nightstand and pulled out a condom from the drawer.
Tilting a brow, Marshall watched as she handed it to him. “I brought some, but I guess you’re way ahead of me.” Biting her bottom lip, Colette nodded, rubbing her hands up and down her stomach and breasts. Every inch of her skin was alive, and this was only the first time. Something told her there would be more. Much more.
Marshall made quick work of wrapping up and positioned himself at her entrance.
“You still want this?”
“I’m dying for it,” she panted, gripping his thick length in her hand and guiding him inside. She welcomed the feel of his size as he slowly pushed himself into her, inch by excruciating inch.
“Please, Marshall,” she begged, and he nipped her bottom lip before sweeping his tongue into her mouth.
“Patience, darlin’,” he said with a soft chuckle. Her passage contracted around him, as her body tried to take in more of him. “I want to take my time with you. You keep squeezing me like that and you’re gonna have a messy situation on your hands.”
Twining her hands in his hair, she moaned as he filled her, pushing all the way, then easing himself out. Her legs locked around his waist, as her back arched to meet each stroke. She wanted him to unravel, to lose himself the way she had. The way their bodies joined was perfection. Her hands moved to his back, savoring the heat, the delicate sheen of sweat, the muscles as they worked beneath her palms. Every part of him made her too hot, too needy, but her only option was to lean into it. Taste the passion and enjoy every moment, etching it into her memory for the time when he wouldn’t be within her reach.
Anticipation built within her as he moved over her, tasting his way along her collarbone and moved to suck on the hardened peak of her nipples. A soft whimper came from her mouth as his thumb found her clit and began to stroke it.
Unsure she had another release in her so soon, Colette closed her eyes, savoring each touch—the press of body against hers, every deep stroke that pushed her toward another crest.
“Kiss me,” she pleaded, and he brought his love-swollen mouth to hers.
He took his time, running his thumb through her slippery moisture, flicking her sensitive bundle of nerves until that familiar tension began to build. Heat gathered in her core as he went deeper, filling her completely. Her passage fluttered around the fullness, the coil pulling tight until she could bear no more. A cry was wrenched from her lips as she unraveled all over his cock.
Marshall stilled as though he was savoring the sensation of her body squeezing him until he could bear no more.
“Fuck,” he uttered hoarsely, as he began to move again within her, taking what he needed, seeking his own fulfillment. He moaned as he found his own completion, pumping every last drop of his release inside her.
The stillness in the room wrapped itself around them, comforting them with the darkness. The moonlight drifted over their damp skin, the quiet rhythm of their heated breaths the only sound.
Marshall reluctantly pulled himself up and left to dispose of the condom in the bathroom. He returned with a warm cloth in his hand and wiped her clean. She shivered, her body still sensitive to every touch.
Her heart squeezed as she watched him take care of her. The tenderness was breathtaking. After returning the cloth, he pulled back the covers they had been laying on and tugged her into the bed.
“Wait,” Colette said, before sliding between the sheets. “My dessert.” She dashed to the kitchen, pulling the profiteroles out of the fridge.
“I thought we had a pretty good dessert,” Marshall said with a chuckle when she returned.
