Must Love Cowboys: This steamy and heart-warming cowboy rom-com is a must-read! (Once Upon A Time In by Carly Bloom (ereader for textbooks .txt) 📗

“Breast,” she said. “Mouth.”

“I see we’ve regressed to caveman talk. You’re lucky, because I’m fluent.”

He was a smartass. A sweet, hot, delightful smartass. And when his mouth finally enveloped her nipple, Alice’s language skills regressed even further, until all she could produce was a low moan.

Her clitoris tingled with every lick and suckle on her nipple. It was amazing how all those nerves were connected, and how touching your nipples yourself did not elicit the same response.

Sex was definitely better with another human. Especially when the human was Beau Montgomery, who was attentive and humorous and considerate and looked dang good in a pair of chaps and thought her confidence was sexy and—

Beau pulled the gown up to her waist, and then his big, warm hand trailed up her inner thigh. “Cat got your tongue, Allie? You’re being awful quiet.”

“I’m busy producing dopamine and noradrenaline.”

“I don’t think that’s legal,” Beau said, brushing his fingers over her skin.

She opened her legs to give him better access, and he dipped his fingers between her labia, stopping just outside the entrance to her vagina. He placed his lips at her ear and whispered, “I’m going to finger-fuck you now, and I’m going to watch your face while I do it.”

She was starting to appreciate Beau’s expertise at dirty talk.

He kissed her deeply, and when his tongue entered her mouth, his finger entered her vagina. She gasped as he moved it slowly in and out, pressing against the inside of her pelvic bone.

He broke the kiss and she opened her eyes to see his face, inches above hers. And while she could easily stare at that face all night long, her eyes drifted shut again when Beau moved his finger inside her, in a circular motion that she matched with her hips. She couldn’t stay still. There was no way.

“Mm, Allie,” Beau whispered. “You’re so wet.”

She wanted to say something about the importance of lubrication, but that would require stringing words together and there was no way that was happening right now.

“Can I add another finger?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

He did, and then he crooked them, and began performing a deep vaginal massage that had Alice humming. The clitoris was actually a fairly sizable organ internally, and Beau was mapping uncharted territory with his fingers, stimulating pleasure receptors Alice didn’t even know she had.

Sex toys didn’t compare.

She drew her knees up and grasped Beau’s arm. Her eyes briefly fluttered open, and there he was, watching her. He increased the rhythm, and the pressure, and suddenly her thighs were tingling along with her nipples. Hormones were definitely being dispersed. He was about to take her to a plateau higher than any she’d ever climbed with a vibrator.

She gasped and panted and reached for that plateau . . . Her body felt electric, like she might actually be glowing. And a pleasant ball of pressure expanded inside her, filling her with warm tingles. She wondered if she could hold it. Maybe she’d explode—

“Just stay right there,” Beau whispered.

She did. In her mind’s eye, she was right on the edge of a cliff.

But then, Beau removed his fingers.

Alice opened her eyes, “I wasn’t ready for you to stop—”

“You’re actually super ready,” Beau said, reaching inside the nightstand drawer. He pulled out a condom packet and held it up.

“Oh,” Alice said. Because this was it. They were going to have intercourse now, and she tried to tell herself it was no big deal, but it felt like a pretty big deal.

“Hey, Allie. Do you still want to do this? I mean, you’re physically ready, but are you emotionally ready? Once you cross this line, there’s no going back.”

“It’s an imaginary line, Beau.”

“I guess that’s true. My cousin Ida goes back and forth over it all the time. One week she’s dating Jesus and she’s a born-again virgin, and the next week she’s dating a truck driver named Earl.”

Alice snorted. “But she’s the same person, no matter which side of the line she’s on, and that’s my point.”

“Point taken. But you haven’t answered my question. Do you still want to do this?”

“Oh yes,” Alice said. “Yes, yes, yes. And hurry.”

Beau laughed and slipped the condom on quickly. “Enthusiastic consent. That’s what I like.”

He kissed her deeply, and she felt his arousal as he pressed against her body. She also felt the smile on his lips, the general good humor that always seemed to surround him, and it made her heart flutter sporadically.

He broke the kiss and his smile disappeared. He moved so that he was on top of her, between her legs, and she felt his penis against her bare flesh. “I’ll be as gentle as I can—”

Alice put a hand on his chest, pushing him away. “Wait, Beau. No.”

Chapter

Thirty-Three

Oh God. She’d changed her mind.

Beau did his best to arrange his facial features as to not show his disappointment.

Alice laughed. “Don’t look so sad. I just want to make a suggestion.”

So much for controlling his facial features. And of course, Allie wanted to make a suggestion. “What is it darlin’?”

“I want to be on top.”

Every time he thought Alice couldn’t surprise him anymore, she . . . Actually, no. This wasn’t surprising at all. This was pure Alice, and he loved it. “That’s not exactly a beginner’s move, but if it’s what you want, I’m game.”

He rolled over on his back, and Alice sat up. “It actually should be a beginner’s move,” she said. “I’ll have more control, and research indicates I’m at least twenty percent more likely to achieve an orgasm in that position.”

Beau was simultaneously turned on, amused, and educated. And when Alice leaned over and kissed his belly, he had a hard time forming a thought, much less a response. “Whatever you say, professor.”

She slid her tongue up to his chest, where she paused to flick a nipple before adding, “And you don’t need to worry about hurting me. It’s not like I’ve never had anything in my vagina before.”

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