Her mouth parted into an O as the orgasm rolled over her, and she trembled slightly while smiling at him.
“Can I taste you?” she asked.
Garrett raised, kicking off his boots. Riley scooted to the end of the bale, and her hands hesitated at his belt for a second before she helped him remove it. She tugged at the button of his jeans as his hands roamed through her silky strands. He bent, capturing her mouth.
“Can you taste yourself on my tongue?” he asked, kissing her.
Riley only whimpered in response, pulling his jeans and underwear off and sliding them down. Garret pulled back, stepping out of the hindering clothes. He tossed his wallet on the blanket.
When he straightened, Riley’s heated gaze stayed pinned to his cock, making him even harder. She reached up, running her finger down his shaft. It felt like a current running down his spine when she grasped it in her hand and gently stroked him. Garrett covered her hand, showing her how he liked it. She smiled at him as a pearl of precum sat at the tip, and she leaned in, gently swiping it away with her tongue.
“You taste good, too,” she whispered, as she licked him, making him groan. If she continued, he knew he’d go over the edge before either of them wanted. He intended to explore every part of her body.
Garrett picked her up and sat down, placing her on top, careful not to disturb her cast.
Riley smiled hesitantly as she ran her hands through the hair on his chest and moved downward, exploring the rigid muscles of his abdomen. Garrett tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, adjusting Riley around his midsection. Cupping her breasts, he sucked her nipple into his mouth.
Riley inhaled and squirmed against him. Garrett closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her against him.
“Since you hate not being in control, why don’t you ride? After all, if you’re taking out one of my horses, I need to make sure you know how to do it,” he teased and winked at her.
Riley faltered. Thinking she might be nervous because it was their first time together, he moved her hips up and down his shaft, letting her slick heat pleasure them both.
“You’re beautiful, Riley. Don’t be nervous. It’s only us,” he assured her.
“Garrett…I’m not on birth control,” she hedged, licking her lips.
“I have a condom,” he said, reaching for his wallet. Taking out the packet, he ripped it open and rolled it over his cock. Riley watched avidly, making him anticipate it as much as she appeared to.
“Ride me, Riley,” he softly encouraged.
She moved unsteadily as she positioned herself over him. Garrett ran his hand over her thighs and moved upward to tug her nipples, rolling them between his fingers.
She trembled and slowly lowered herself on top of him. Garrett wound her blonde hair in his hand, pulling her toward him. He wanted to kiss her while she rode him. The blanket shifted, and Riley slid down, losing her traction.
Her walls clamped against him, and she cried out. But this time, it didn’t sound like pleasure. She held her head down, refusing to meet his eyes.
“Hey,” he said, gently. “Did I hurt you?” Garrett held her hips still, noticing how incredibly tight she felt. Then it dawned on him.
Riley didn’t pictureher first time having sex to feel painful. Oh sure, she knew it might feel uncomfortable, but she thought she pulled it off until her damn blanket slid. Now she felt like Garrett rammed a sword through her.
Garrett’s gentle touches confused her as she went from molten heat to cold water splashed all over her. Refusing to meet his eyes, she moved stiffly, hoping to get it over with.After all, she saw animals on the ranch and knew the mechanics of it.
“Riley, stop,” Garrett commanded, gripping her hips. “Look at me.”
She shook her head, now mortified he figured it out.
“Riley,” he entreated. “Baby Girl, why didn’t you tell me?”
She lifted herself off him, the mood broken. She hastily grabbed her clothing to shield herself from his gaze. Garrett rid himself of the condom. An arm went about her waist as he pulled her onto his lap. She wanted to die from embarrassment.
“Take a breath, Baby Girl,” he soothed. “How old are you?” he asked, rubbing her back.
“I’m twenty-six. Let me go, Garrett,” she cried. “I’m mortified already. You don’t have to make it worse by making fun of me.”
He cupped her face to gaze into her eyes. “I will never belittle you. I know how it feels. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“For this precise reason,” she exclaimed. “I don’t know what I’m doing, and I didn’t picture it feeling clumsy and not knowing where to put my hands or what to do with you. Mom always described it as beautiful, but she didn’t know the first man I’d have sex with would be built like a bull.”
