She laughs and stretches, arching her back in a way that makes my mouth go dry. My cock throbs in demand to slide inside her pussy.
Shifting us so Della’s on top of me, I line myself with her entrance. The slick wet heat of her juices tells me everything I need to know about her being ready to take me.
With my hands on her hips, I guide Della down on my shaft. I watch her take every inch until she’s fully seated against me, her wet heat gripping me tight.
“Tyler,” Della gasps, steadying herself with her palms to my chest.
“Fuck, Della,” I grunt. Holding her tight to keep myself from moving to allow her body a chance to relax with me inside her. I don’t want to hurt her. “You feel so goddamn perfect.”
Her eyes close for a moment, those long lashes fanning across her flushed cheeks before she looks down at me, determination flashing in her gaze. She starts to move, finding her rhythm, and I nearly lose my mind at the sight of her taking control.
I run my hands up her sides, cupping her breasts, thumbs circling her hardened nipples, and pluck the puckered buds between my fingers, causing Della to cry out. Her pussy clenches around me, telling me all I need to know. She loves me playing with her body however I want to. “Ride me, baby.”
Della starts to glide over me, bracing herself up on my chest with her hands. Her hips rotate and drive up and down. I let her go and watch her move over me, while I play with her tits. When her breathing becomes ragged, I sit up, wrap an arm around her back, the other going in her hair, as I suck one of her pretty nipples in my mouth.
“Tyler,” she gasps, holding on, still moving her hips.
Feeling her getting ready to come, I flip our positions, thrusting inside her like a man on a mission. I was on a mission. The need to have her come with me pounding into her slick pussy was what I was after.
With my mouth still wrapped around one nipple, I play with the other and take what I want from Della. Her pussy squeezes, sucking my release from the tip of my cock as she finds hers.
Never in my life have I come with a woman. Not like this, that is. It always took work. I shouldn’t be surprised that Della could have me coming so easily, but I’m not.
Everything about her is like a live wire ready to draw current from my body.
Releasing her nipple, I lift my head and grin down at the satisfied look on my woman’s face.
Damn, she’s beautiful.
I didn’t lie when I said she’s the most beautiful woman in the world to me. I could stay right where I’m at, watching her for the rest of my life, taking in all that is her.
“What are you doing today?” I ask, leaning against the counter by Della’s legs as she sits next to my hip, a coffee mug in both our hands.
I’m learning my woman loves her coffee and takes it sweet, but also black.
“I should probably get back to the ranch and see if Maddox needs any help with anything. Might take Rex out on a ride as well,” she answers, looking at me. “What do you have planned today?”
“Got some stuff to do at the rodeo grounds, then handle some club business with my brothers.”
“Sounds interesting.” The smile she gives me is yet another one that hits me in the chest.
The very fact we’re sitting here drinking coffee, talking about our plans for the day, doesn’t go unnoticed.
“You go out on your horse, be careful not to come across any more rattlesnakes.” I wasn’t gonna tell her she shouldn’t or couldn’t do something, but the very idea that it was a possibility guts me.
“I’ll be fine,” she says nonchalantly, and I have to bite back my response, not wanting to ruin our morning by any means. Might make me sound like a pussy, but I don’t give a fuck.
“Let’s get moving,” I tell her, setting my mug down next to her and helping her down. “I’ll drop you off and pick you up when I’m done for the day.”
“Pick me up?” The way she cocks her head and stares up at me hits me just as hard as her smiles do.
“Yeah, little mouse.” I nod. “Not gonna be away from you longer than I have to.” The truth in those words is like another hit to the chest. I don’t like the idea of being away from her if I don’t have to be. “I want you in my bed, here or at the clubhouse. I want to have dinner with you and spend time with you doing other things that involve no clothes. I seem to be addicted to this sweet body of yours,” I explain, pulling her into me. “So, when I pick you up later, have a bag packed and be ready.”
“You know I could just drive my car that way you don’t have to go through the hassle of picking me up and dropping me off everywhere I need to go.”
“Baby, nothing about you is a hassle.”
“Maybe, but?—”
