day.
Had to go to work. I'll see you at the Cowboy Ball tonight .
Charli clutched the note to her chest and cupped the rose beneath her nose, the warmth of hope filling her.
He wanted to see her again.
She sank back against the pillow, a smile curling her lips. Connor had been so gentle and yet forceful making love to her, not once, but several times throughout the night.
A delicious ache centered at her entrance where the friction of his thrusts had send her reeling over the edge of orgasm more than once. His lips had burned a path from hers all the way down her throat, skimming across the swells of her breasts.
Charli trailed the rose across her skin to the tip of one nipple. The areola drew up in response, still sensitive from the burn of Connor's beard. Charli circled the tip with the velvety smooth rose, spurring longing deep inside, tugging at her core, sending waves of cream-filled lust to her entrance.
She moaned and squirmed beneath the rose, sliding it lower still, across her ribs, skimming past her bellybutton to the furry mound at the apex of her thighs.
His lips had been there too, his fingers parting her folds, exposing that little nubbin of nerves, ripe and pulsing, ready for whatever torture he had in mind.
Charli's back arched off the mattress, just as it had when Connor had spread her knees wide and laid down between her legs, gathering her bottom in his big, calloused hands, lifting her pussy to his lips.
The rose brushed lower, slipping over her dampened pussy, tickling the insides of her thighs. She let her knees fall open, the cool morning air kissing the moisture pooling in her channel. With one hand, she brushed the rose across her pussy, with the other, she dipped a finger into the heated wetness, sliding it up to the nubbin bringing a thick coating of come.
Not as powerful as Connor's tongue, but she closed her eyes and remembered how it felt to have his mouth on her, licking and teasing, flicking her button of desire, turning her on to such brightness she thought she might die from overexposure.
Her finger tapped her clit, then slathered it in juice.
Connor had licked her, swirling his tongue around and around, shooting spurts of adrenaline and desire through her bloodstream. As it was now, the tingling began in her outer extremities, traveling with lightning speed to her core.
Charli moaned, her back arching off the bed, the speed with which she flicked her clit increasing until the pleasure bordered on pain. Her finger stilled, her hand cupping her pussy pressed down, until the orgasm peaked, the sheer beauty of it bursting through to brighten the morning sun.
As she fell back to earth, Charli sighed, pulling the sheets up over her breasts. She dragged the pillow Connor had used against her body in a poor imitation of the solidly built, muscular cowboy. She'd much rather wake to the real man, making love to her.
Maybe next time. She grinned and squealed into the pillow. Connor Mason had finally made love to her, and it had been everything she'd hoped and dreamed of.
As the rest of the night came back to her, his final comment before she'd drifted off to sleep came back to haunt her.
I'm a one-woman kind of guy. I wanted to be sure you were a one-man kind of girl.
The beauty of the morning faded into a pall of worry.
Charli had been dating Connor while seeing a mystery cowboy after midnight. Granted, she'd never said she was going to date Connor exclusively when it all started between the two of them. And she still didn't know who her mystery cowboy was. At this point, it barely mattered. She hadn't seen the stranger in a week, nor did she care to. Connor was the man for her. He was gentle, kind, a war hero, a sexy cowboy and now...she knew without a shadow of a doubt, he was great in bed.
What more could a woman ask for?
Charli flopped back against her own pillow. What would happen if he found out about the mystery cowboy? Should she tell him and get it over with? Her
Had to go to work. I'll see you at the Cowboy Ball tonight .
Charli clutched the note to her chest and cupped the rose beneath her nose, the warmth of hope filling her.
He wanted to see her again.
She sank back against the pillow, a smile curling her lips. Connor had been so gentle and yet forceful making love to her, not once, but several times throughout the night.
A delicious ache centered at her entrance where the friction of his thrusts had send her reeling over the edge of orgasm more than once. His lips had burned a path from hers all the way down her throat, skimming across the swells of her breasts.
Charli trailed the rose across her skin to the tip of one nipple. The areola drew up in response, still sensitive from the burn of Connor's beard. Charli circled the tip with the velvety smooth rose, spurring longing deep inside, tugging at her core, sending waves of cream-filled lust to her entrance.
She moaned and squirmed beneath the rose, sliding it lower still, across her ribs, skimming past her bellybutton to the furry mound at the apex of her thighs.
His lips had been there too, his fingers parting her folds, exposing that little nubbin of nerves, ripe and pulsing, ready for whatever torture he had in mind.
Charli's back arched off the mattress, just as it had when Connor had spread her knees wide and laid down between her legs, gathering her bottom in his big, calloused hands, lifting her pussy to his lips.
The rose brushed lower, slipping over her dampened pussy, tickling the insides of her thighs. She let her knees fall open, the cool morning air kissing the moisture pooling in her channel. With one hand, she brushed the rose across her pussy, with the other, she dipped a finger into the heated wetness, sliding it up to the nubbin bringing a thick coating of come.
Not as powerful as Connor's tongue, but she closed her eyes and remembered how it felt to have his mouth on her, licking and teasing, flicking her button of desire, turning her on to such brightness she thought she might die from overexposure.
Her finger tapped her clit, then slathered it in juice.
Connor had licked her, swirling his tongue around and around, shooting spurts of adrenaline and desire through her bloodstream. As it was now, the tingling began in her outer extremities, traveling with lightning speed to her core.
Charli moaned, her back arching off the bed, the speed with which she flicked her clit increasing until the pleasure bordered on pain. Her finger stilled, her hand cupping her pussy pressed down, until the orgasm peaked, the sheer beauty of it bursting through to brighten the morning sun.
As she fell back to earth, Charli sighed, pulling the sheets up over her breasts. She dragged the pillow Connor had used against her body in a poor imitation of the solidly built, muscular cowboy. She'd much rather wake to the real man, making love to her.
Maybe next time. She grinned and squealed into the pillow. Connor Mason had finally made love to her, and it had been everything she'd hoped and dreamed of.
As the rest of the night came back to her, his final comment before she'd drifted off to sleep came back to haunt her.
I'm a one-woman kind of guy. I wanted to be sure you were a one-man kind of girl.
The beauty of the morning faded into a pall of worry.
Charli had been dating Connor while seeing a mystery cowboy after midnight. Granted, she'd never said she was going to date Connor exclusively when it all started between the two of them. And she still didn't know who her mystery cowboy was. At this point, it barely mattered. She hadn't seen the stranger in a week, nor did she care to. Connor was the man for her. He was gentle, kind, a war hero, a sexy cowboy and now...she knew without a shadow of a doubt, he was great in bed.
What more could a woman ask for?
Charli flopped back against her own pillow. What would happen if he found out about the mystery cowboy? Should she tell him and get it over with? Her
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