The moment they’d entered the house he’d swept her into his arms, carried her up the stairs and into his bedroom. The drapes were only slightly drawn, bathing the room with just a touch of light, and as he laid her down he sent a silent thank you to Gina; not only had she considered the curtains, there was a vase of freshly picked flowers on the dresser, a box of tissues on the night stand, and the room was spotless.
Nickie’s eyes had a soft, glazed look, and sitting on the edge of the bed he carried the tips of his fingers around her face.
“Be a good girl for me,” he whispered. “I want you to do exactly as I say. Can you manage that?”
The soft, simple directive caused her to lift her chest and groan with need.
“Yes, I can, I will,” she murmured.
“Close your eyes and you keep them that way. I’ll tell you when you can open them. You understand?”
“Beau, you’re turning me on so much.”
“Back at ya, sweetheart, now close them down, there you go. Stay that way.”
His nimble fingers began slowly unbuttoning her shirt, and as each popped open she let out a little gasp. The sound fueled the urgency in his jeans but he forced himself to take his time; not only would it heighten her state, he adored slowly peeling off a woman’s clothes. Finally reaching the end of his task he gently opened her shirt and found her breasts encased in a lacy pink bra, feminine and perfect, and he lowered his lips to kiss her cleavage.
“Beau,” she whispered, “Beau, please, please take it off me.”
“Yep,” he murmured, “when I’m ready. You just remember to keep those eyes closed.”
Kissing the tops of her breasts he moved his lips to her neck, dallied a short time, them softly lifted himself from the bed and moved to her feet. Unlacing her paddock boots he wiggled them off, then pulled away her pink socks; they made him smile; socks to match her bra.
Mmm, love that. Will your panties be pink too? All part of the set? Did you know I’d be doin’ this? I’ll bet you were hopin’. Naughty Nickie, that name is so right for you.
Stretching across her body he unsnapped the waist of her jeans, slid down the zipper, and peered underneath; pink lace panties.
Yep, you were hopin’.
Without being asked she lifted her pelvis, enabling him to slide the jeans past her hips and down her legs.
“Aren’t you just a picture,” he murmured dropping the jeans on a nearby chair. Moving to the side of the bed he sat her up and pulled off her shirt, then laying her back down he feasted his eyes on the sight.
“You are so gorgeous,” she sighed.
Standing up he quickly stripped, then stretching out next to her, he rolled her on to her side and pulled her into his body.
“Beau, you feel so good,” she purred.
“Mmmm, you too, sugar,” he mumbled, sending his hands to journey over her body. “It’s gonna be real hard to ever leave this bed.”
His palms swept slowly across her skin as his lips and tongue explored her neck and chest, leaving goosebumps in their wake; with her eyes closed by directive not choice, every touch, every lick, every nip, was intensified.
“Beau, please, please,” she whimpered. “I want you so much.”
Moving his fingers between her legs, trailing them against the fabric of her knickers, he let out a low whistle.
“You’re soaked, sugar, and just for me,” he murmured. “What’s gonna happen when I slip my fingers inside?”
No-one had ever spoken to her in such a salacious way, and as she moaned in response she lifted her hand and attempted to push inside the waistband of her panties.
“Naughty Nickie,” he softly scolded. “You get your hand outta the way.”
“Beau, please, please touch me, I need it.”
“Move that hand and I will, but if you don’t…”
As she slowly retreated he grabbed the sides of her panties and slid them down her legs, then dropped his fingers back into her dripping, velvet slit.
“Mmmm, what a naughty girl you are,” he purred, “so wet and ready.”
“I want you, I do, I really want you,” she mumbled.
“You can open your eyes now,” he whispered kissing her ear.
Blinking, she gazed up at the smoky-blue gaze staring down at her, and as she did he pushed his fingers inside her ravenous pussy.
“Spread, sugar, spread your legs real wide for me, yeah, just like that. You need to show me just how much you want my cock before I’ll let you have it.”
“I do, I swear,” she groaned.
“I’m startin’ to believe you,” he replied moving his lips to her neck. “Show me your tits.”
The instruction surprised her, then titillated her, and she wriggled her hands behind her back and undid the bra clasp, sliding the straps down her arms.
“So nice,” he purred moving his lips to her nipples. “Lay back, close your eyes again.”
“Beau, I love how you’re controlling me,” she whispered. “I love it so much.”
“I know what you need,” he said softly, “you ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” and closing his lips around her perfect pink rosebud, he began slowly to suck, then nibble, then tongue, and all the while his fingers continued to slide in and out of her hungry cunt.
“Beau…you’re making me crazy,” she moaned, “really crazy.”
“We can’t have that,” he drawled lifting his head, and withdrawing his hand he rolled her on to her stomach. “Look at that lovely red ass,” he growled, “so red, it should always be red, red and hot.”
Moving his palm across her cheeks he slapped lightly, knowing it wouldn’t take much to bring forth a tantalizing sting. She let out a small yelp and he smacked her again, then pushing her legs apart he knelt between them, grabbing her hips and pulling them up.
“You want my cock, Nickie?”
“Yes, yes, yes, take me,” she panted lifting herself from the mattress on to her hands and wriggling her backside at him. “Take me right now.”
“You think you deserve it?”
“I…uh…”
“You were real demandin’ earlier, and that sounded kinda demandin’ just now. You demand, it ain’t gonna happen. You ask real polite and sweet then I might think about it,” he murmured teasing the head of his cock against her dripping cunt.
“Please, Beau, please make love to me. Please? I’ll be good, I swear.”
“That was close,” he remarked, “try again.”
“What do you want me to say?” she groaned.
“You asked me, but I didn’t hear anythin’ about you wantin’ or needin’ my cock.”
“Ooh, this is torture,” she whimpered.
“I can always stop.”
“What? NO! Please, Beau, I’ve never felt like this before, not ever. I want you so much, I need you inside me, please?”
“There you go,” he said warmly, “now drop down on your elbows, arch your back and stick your bottom out.”
As she dropped back down he leaned across the bed, pulled open the drawer of his nightstand and grabbed a condom.
Nickie had never felt so alive; every nerve in her body was sparking, and as she heard him tear the condom wrapper she held her breath waiting for him to slide into her depths. His thumbs touched her lips, separating them, and when he pushed forward she bucked back, a soft, grateful groan escaping her lips.
Beau sucked in his breath as he began to thrust; she was dripping and warm, and he moved slowly, relishing the feel of her and the glorious sight of her spanked ass. As her fever grew, and she wriggled and gasped, he accelerated, pumping harder as his climax began build.
“You’re so strong,” she gasped.
He answered her with a slow but powerful stroke, and dropping his fingers under her hips he sought out her magic nub.
“Ooh, Beau, if you do that…” she panted.
“If I do this, what?” he teased as he continued to rub.
“I’m already so close, your cock…” she stammered.
“I’m gonna ride you hard,” he declared shifting his hand back to clutch her hip. “If you wanna put your fingers on your clit you go ahead, but you’d better not come before I say you can.”
Shifting slightly on his knees he gripped her tightly, then plunging forward he began to pummel her pussy; any thought of touching herself was abandoned. He was taking her, possessing her, owning her body, and he was galloping them both to the end; she had no control; her body was utterly his.
Nickie could feel herself lifting, rising, higher and higher, as if in a hot air balloon, and then suddenly, unexpectedly, he barked a command
“Come for now,” he demanded landing a solid slap, “right now!”
The balloon popped, and as she exploded, as her cries echoed through the room and the intense tingles permeated her being, she heard a distant, deep groan and felt his fingers dig into her flesh. A fresh convulsion took her away, rippling through her limbs, followed by another, and another, until the powerful spasms began to abate, and she floated gently earthward.
She felt him slip away; she didn’t want him out of her, she never wanted the moment to end, but it had, and as he fell next to her and pulled her into his chest she surrendered to the wave of emotion that was filling her heart.
I never knew I could feel this way. A cowboy, fuck, I’m think I’m falling in love with a cowboy. How could that be, and what the hell am I gonna do?