Page 71 of Roped in Rawhide

“Isn’t that what you want?” Her fingers wedge between us to rub against my violet wood sorrel tattoo.

“Yes,” I blurt. Countless positions and possibilities race through my overwhelmed mind, betraying my inexperience. “Obviously.”

She lifts her bent legs to bracket my hips, nudging her pelvis against mine. “Take me.”

It sounds simple enough, but this is a momentous occasion. I’ve been waiting my whole adult life to have sex with Gemma. My virginity is about to finally belong to her. That’s how it’s meant to be.

I lick my lips, still tasting her sweet flavor lingering there. Eating her out is a luxury I’ll repeat at every available opportunity. My cock twitches impatiently to redirect my focus. A smirk slants my mouth as I stare down at the woman of my dreams. Her hooded gaze roves over me in return. She thought I couldn’t perform up to her sex-pectations. Here’s to hoping I can prove her wrong again.

After a small tilt in our interlocked position, I align my dick with her slippery entrance. A thought occurs to me just before I plunge in like the rookie I actually am. It’s all too familiar when I pause with my tip barely breaching her.

“Do we need to use a condom?”

Gemma right eyebrow curves up at a bratty angle. “Are you afraid I’ll infect you with the bogus STD you might’ve given me?”

I cringe and bump her forehead with mine. “Never gonna let that go, huh?”

“Not even a little bit.”

“Can’t say I blame you, but I also can’t say I regret it. We’ll be laughing about it with the grandkids someday.”

Her eyes roll dramatically, but there’s also a smile peeking through her expression. “For the record, I’m on birth control. You can put on a condom if it makes you more comfortable.”

My cock jerks, sinking in a bit more to violently reject that idea. “I don’t want anything between us.”

Gemma loops her arms around my shoulders and nips my chin. “I’m ready when you are.”

With that spank of encouragement, I thrust my hips hard. Snug warmth immediately greets me. I’m about halfway in, but the clench of her inner muscles stops me.

“You’re so tight, baby.” I push forward again, gaining another inch.

She gasps while slapping my back with her palm. “Go slow. I need to adjust to your size. You’re a big boy.”

“Shit, sorry.” My celibacy is ridiculing me.

Her ankles lock across my ass as I start to pull out. “It’s fine. I’m all good. Just ease in. There’s no reason to rush.”

Those calm words boost my pride like a mantra. I resume with shallow strokes. Her nails dance along my spine while my dick pushes through her resistance. She’s very wet for me, which makes this process much smoother. It’s a test of patience and I won’t take hers for granted.

Sweat is clinging to my brow when I bury myself to the base. At long last, our bodies are intimately acquainted. The flames consuming me are foreign but pleasant. We fit together as our two halves make us whole. A hot shiver rolls through me. I’m grinning like a fool. Gemma’s heavy-lidded eyes reflect my happiness.

“You took all of me.” There’s awe in my voice.

“Of course,” she purrs.

“It feels just right. Like paradise.”

Her nose caresses mine when she nods. “Nobody else understands how to satisfy my needs. You’ve always known, even before I do.”

I kiss her gently, wanting that confession permanently branded on me. Her tongue slips out to drift along mine. A demanding pulse begins squeezing my cock. I pull almost all the way out of her before sliding back in. My pelvis rocks against hers once they’re reconnected. Gemma sucks on my bottom lip while I do it again. My mouth leaves hers to graze her upturned jaw while she grinds into my motions. A steady rhythm spurs me onward from there.

But it doesn’t take long for my nonexistent stamina to make an appearance. Tingles are spreading across my lower back. There’s a persistent throb in my balls that gets more difficult to ignore with each forward glide. My movements become disjointed and sloppy. I clench my eyes shut while fighting against the strain.

Gemma notices the change and cups the side of my face. “What’s wrong?”

“Trying to last,” I grind out.

“Hey,” she croons. “Look at me.”