It was instant and intense.
It was everything we’d both been holding back. We poured it all into that kiss. Weeks of tension, fear, longing, all breaking loose at once in a tumble of tongue and lips and gasps.
My hands slid into his hair as I kissed him back, my heart racing wildly.
He pulled me closer, his hands firm on my waist, and I jumped up instinctively, wrapping my legs around him, letting my body do the talking.
He caught me easily and deepened the kiss.
My breath caught as he carried me inside, our mouths and bodies never breaking contact. The world narrowed to just us, heat and need crashing together like a storm about to break apart.
Tex carried me upstairs and into my bedroom before laying me gently on the bed. And then our hands were searching for one another again. The kiss softened for a moment, moving slower and deeper, filled with something more than just desire. Something real.
Something neither of us had ever felt before.
And as the last light of the sunset faded outside, we finally stopped holding back.
Our bodies moved in sync, our hands pulling at each other’s clothing like there were only seconds to take them off before it was too late. He stripped my body down to my panties and bra, his mouth moving against mine with practiced, confident swipes of his tongue, and I groaned, needing more. It felt like I would never have enough of him.
Tex moved down my body, kissing and licking a trail of heat until he got to my breasts, where he reached underneath me, and with practiced fingers, flicked open my bra. He reached over and pulled it away, baring my chest to him.
His tongue flicked out to dart along his lower lip.
“Jesus, Rowan,” he said, his voice gravelly and filled with hunger. Leaning over, he cupped my breast in his hand and sucked a pink nipple into his mouth. I arched my back up into his touch.
“Tex,” I cried out as he swirled his tongue around my hard nipple over and over, driving me to distraction.
Desire hummed through me, every nerve coming alive under his touch.
His large hands reached down and tugged at my underwear, sliding them slowly down my thighs. My nipples were pink and hard, cooling now that the heat from his mouth wasn’t on them.
Pushing his own boxers down, his hard length sprung free and I swallowed at the sight of it. I felt a need like I’d never felt before, a desire twisting and turning in my lower belly.
“You’re sure?” he said, when my gaze moved back to his, and I blushed at having been caught staring at him.
I nodded. “Yes.”
“There’s no going back after this, Rowan,” he warned, and I wondered why he didn’t know how much he meant to me yet. Why was he still questioning any of this.
He was right, there was no going back. Not now, not ever, and I wouldn't have it any other way. We couldn’t stop this now even if we wanted to.
I sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. Looking up at him through my lashes, I took his hard length in my hand, feeling the heat of him against my palm. I leaned forward and opened my mouth and swirled my tongue around the very tip of him, tasting the salt of his cum.
My chest heaved with hunger and desire, need pooling between my legs and dampening the sheets beneath me.
“Fuck,” he groaned as I leaned forward and slowly pulled more of him into my mouth.
I guided him in deep, my throat tipped open so that every inch of him was wrapped in the warmth of my mouth, my tongue sliding along his hard shaft. His hands went to my head and he held me still, hissing as he slowly thrust his hips back and forth. It was fast and urgent, and yet it was a slow tease for both of us. Every time he hit the back of my throat he’d slide himself back out, and I would suck harder on him, enjoying the sound of his groan. Salty cum slid down the back of my throat, and I sucked in my cheeks, tightening the suction I had on him, wanting him to feel how much I enjoyed this. Wanting him to know that I was doing this for me as well as him.
Tex’s knees trembled as he ground himself deeper into my mouth over and over, his cock hardening and throbbing, his need building and becoming more urgent. He wrapped my hair in his hand and thrust into my hungry mouth faster, and when I looked up at him he was staring down at me, his pupils dark with want.
“Fuck, Rowan,” he hissed, and suddenly pulled himself all the way out of my mouth. He staggered back a step, like he needed the distance between us for a moment. I sat back, my chest heaving and nipples hard, and I swiped the back of my hand across my damp mouth and stared up at him with a smile.
“Will you fuck me now, cowboy?” I asked him, and a slow smile crawled up his face. “Or are you still unsure if I want this or not?”
