Page 36 of Hard To Fall
“Cowboy,” she answers.
I take my hat off and toss it to the hay bale and kiss her like I’ve been missing her for two years and not two days. Her hands are in my hair, and mine slide into the back pockets of those tiny ass jean shorts.
“You planning something reckless?” she asks.
“Always,” I say.
She touches my chest with just one finger, making an X over my heart. Then she places her whole hand there and presses her front to mine, slowly rocking back and forth.
“You sure about this?” she whispers.
“No,” I answer honestly. “But I want you anyway.”
Her smile turns soft. “Better put your hat back on.”
Her lips turn up, and a giggle escapes as I dive for my hat. I laugh at the absurdity of my playfulness around her, when it never existed before.
She pushes me down to sit on the blanket atop the hay bale and steps in between my legs. She leans down, hands on my thighs, and nuzzles my neck, nipping and biting while my hands grab her waist.
She kisses me softly, and when she climbs into my lap, I provide a steady base for her to wrap herself around me. Slowly, she unbuttons my shirt, sliding it off my shoulders. My chest flexes at the feel of her fingers, and her nails tease my ribs.
“You sure are gorgeous, Mr. Callahan.”
She steps away from me, and I chase her, but she puts her hand up. “Nuh uh. Not yet.” She turns her back to me, widening her stance and running her hands through her hair.
“Shake that ass again. It’s begging for my handprint.”
She tosses a grin over her shoulder as she yanks those jean shorts right down her long tan legs.
I gasp, she giggles, and I'm left staring at tiny lace panties with a hard-on in my jeans. I lose my breath at the sight of her. She spins back around, walking closer to me, and when she drops to the ground in front of me, I bite my lip. She slowly takes my left boot off, then my right. She slides in close between my legs, rubbing herself on my cock.
“Lily,” I whisper. “I can’t take it.”
“You can.” She singsongs back and unbuttons my jeans. I help her slide them off, and I’m left in my hat and boxers. Shenuzzles my cock with her cheek, and I can feel her hot breath on my inner thigh.
I grip the blanket, and my head lolls to the side of my neck, but I never take my eyes off her. She stands in front of me, and I pull her close, lifting her tank and nipping at her belly. She lifts her arms, and I take it as the invitation it is, tossing the tank to the side, letting her full tits bounce in front of me.
“You’ve been sitting out here with no bra on?” I ask it almost angrily, and she hums.
Stepping out of her panties, she says, “Relax, Colt, you’re the only one who gets to see them.”
“Damn straight, I am.”
She grabs my waistband and pulls my boxers down my legs. They pool at my ankles as she climbs back onto my lap.
“You ready?” She flicks the brim of my hat back slightly as she sinks onto my cock.
“Oh, fuck!” I breathe deep, trying to control myself. “Lily, Jesus…” My words die as my heart races. “You’re so fucking wet already. Goddamn, I can’t take it.”
Her knees bracket my thighs, and she crosses her feet behind her on my legs. I grab her waist as she begins to ride me, ducking under my hat and licking my bottom lip.
“Take it, Colt. All of me.”
“Don’t fucking stop, sunshine.”
I lean back on one arm and let her control the show. It’s all she’s done since she’s walked into my life so now I’m really going to enjoy it. I reach out, tweaking her nipple, and feel her clench me as her hips move quicker.
She puts her hands on my shoulders and sits up straighter. “You look so damn good with just that hat on, cowboy. I should ride you more often like this.”
