Naked in all his glorious, muscular splendor, she gasped, “Wow.” My naked cowboy.
His cock was hard again. Thick and roped with veins. Two confident strides brought her cowboy closer. “Your turn.” His hooded green eyes blazed with desire as she removed what little clothing remained.
And wow, we’re finally doing this. They’d only known each other for a short time, but being with him felt incredibly, undeniably right. The connection she had with A.J. was so strong, it felt as though they’d been together for years instead of a mere handful of days.
He ripped open the condom wrapper with his teeth and gripped his shaft, sliding his palm from root to tip as he watched her undress. “I think I’m in heaven.” She stood naked before him with absolutely nothing to hide. She’d bared her soul, shared her secrets, and he hadn’t turned away.
He rolled the condom over his length and lifted her with ease, guiding her legs around his waist and bringing her pussy against his hard length. She shifted and moved, desperate for more.
A.J. walked them backward, the bounce from each step creating a delicious friction at her core. His back hit the window and he spun around, reversing their positions. “Drop your legs down, sweetheart,” he murmured.
The hat had fallen, but he seemed too preoccupied to notice.
Threading their fingers together, A.J. pinned their linked hands against the glass just above her shoulders and nuzzled her neck. The heat of his mouth was an exciting contrast to the coolness of the window on her bare bottom.
His hips moved in tight circles, adding more friction that had her yelping between the hot kisses he peppered all over her mouth.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said between kisses. “So damn sexy.” He tightened his clasp of her one hand while letting go of the other.
His free hand explored and lovingly tortured her body. A slight twist of her nipple. A sharp nip of his teeth on her other breast. A slow graze of his nails down the side of her torso. Ana’s breaths came fast and shallow.
But A.J. wasn’t finished. He ran a finger along the side of her breast and on down to her hip before his hand cupped her wet center. Muttering incoherently against her mouth, A.J. slid a finger along the seam of her pussy, separating her folds. “Fuck, you’re ready for me,” he said on a groan before plunging a finger inside and curling it in a come-hither motion, hitting her right where he knew would make her—
“A.J.,” she cried out before lowering her mouth to his shoulder and biting down. She pulled her other hand loose of his grasp and clutched his back for dear life as he worked his hand over her pussy. “I need you.”
“Do you now?” he rasped, a slight twang in his tone when he brought his mouth to her ear. “How badly do you want me?”
“More than I can possibly explain,” she answered honestly. Quickly. The searing heat of her desire sidestepped reason and responsibility. Having him inside of her was all that mattered right now.
There was no Anastasia Chernyshevsky tonight.
No Ana Quinn, the FBI agent.
Just the redheaded, sexual goddess that A.J. brought out of her. A woman who wasn’t above begging him to make her body writhe with his touch and stars explode in her vision while luxuriating in the best orgasms of her life.
“Look at me.” She lifted her eyes, unable to deny him anything at the moment. “Tell me, one more time. Tell me what you really want.” His tone was gentle but commanding. He was talking about more than sex, wasn’t he?
She cradled his cheeks between her palms. “I want you,” she admitted. “All of you.”
He slanted his mouth over hers with a crushing kiss that she was certain was also a freeing one for the both of them. It was a kiss that allowed him to move on from whatever else may have been holding him back, same as her.
She sank to the plush carpet moments later, not needing a bed or anything other than him.
“On top of me,” he rasped. “With the hat.”
She sat up, grabbed the hat, and secured it on her head, then waited for him to get on his back. Sex with me on top. Yes, oh yes, yes, yes. What’s that saying? Save a horse, ride a cowboy? She understood it now more than ever.
But this wasn’t just sex, and they both knew it.
Once she’d straddled him, her knees sinking into the soft carpet, he leaned up on his forearms and eyed her pussy as she positioned the tip of his cock to her opening. The sight of him watching as their bodies connected was as erotic as it got for her.
She lowered her gaze and clenched her teeth, worried his thickness would hurt, at least initially. It had been a long time since she’d had sex. But she guided him inch by inch. Taking her time. And A.J. looked as though he might die. Ana knew it was taking every ounce of his willpower to resist the urge to grab her hips and take control. To penetrate her hard and fast. But he was letting her set the pace. Letting her choose how and when to lose the control she’d spent years trying to maintain.
Let go. Now. And with those words echoing in her mind, Ana sank down and took all of him. A.J. cursed under his breath as her palms landed on his chest and she adjusted her position, then began rocking. Moving up and down. Experimenting. Any and every which way felt phenomenal.
She leaned forward, sliding her hands alongside his muscular arms to bring her lips over his. He groaned against her mouth as she raised her bottom up and down in small motions.
“Ana,” he said through gritted teeth.
He gripped her sides, digging his fingers into her flesh as he thrust with her, their bodies in a rhythmic dance. She eased to an upright position again to admire his carved muscles, to trace her finger over the lines of his V, the sex lines.
He palmed her small tits as they bounced. Perfect handfuls for him. She gyrated and moved, and her body tensed as the impending orgasm mounted and built.
It was too soon. She didn’t want to come yet.
But there was more time.
There would be more time for them, right?
As desire consumed her, Ana began moving faster, grinding against him, losing control. “Oh, oh, oh.” While her little sounds grew louder and louder, A.J. brought his hands to her hips to steady her.
“Let go, sugar. Let go.”
Ana tipped her head back and cried out a guttural moan, which was quickly followed by the feel of A.J.’s cock pulsating inside of her.
She collapsed onto his chest, her energy totally spent. The muscles in her thighs deliciously sore already from holding the position. “That was incredible.”
He brushed the pad of his thumb over her lip, a taste of saltiness there when her tongue peeked out of her mouth. “More than incredible. And I think we need to do it again.”
“No,” she said with a firm shake of the head. “There is no ‘I think’—we must do it again. And with you behind me. On top. Every which way.”
A light rumble of laughter broke from his chest. “You’re my kind of woman.”
I am, aren’t I? she thought with pride before folding her arms on his chest, resting her chin on her hands.
“A.J., what the fuck!” A deep, roaring voice had A.J. flipping Ana to her side and off of him.
Twice in one day, but this time, it wasn’t his mom.
Tremors of embarrassment rocked through her body as she stole a glimpse of a man in uniform, his eyes closed, head turned to the side.