Free His Firefly Cowgirl by Beth Williamson Page B

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    Sophie toed off her flip-flops and pulled off her clothes, leaving them in a heap on the ground. She walked into the water, the soft mud squishing through her toes. The coolness of the pond was welcome. He reached the top of the water and leapt into the air.
    That’s when he spotted her and his cannonball turned into a near belly flop. “Soph—“
    Oh, that was going to hurt. She swam over to him and reached him as he broke water. He shook his head and his hair swooped up across his forehead. His gaze was full of confusion and what she sincerely thought was hope.
    “You came back.”
    She treaded water, her heart and soul light. “I had something to say.”
    “That included saying it while you’re naked?”
    She laughed. “You were naked.”
    He smiled. “I was swimming.”
    “So am I.”
    He moved closer, cupping her cheek. “I thought you wanted to say goodbye.”
    “I thought I did too.” She blinked back tears. “I was wrong.”
    “I can’t talk when your boobs are right there. They’re distracting. I want to lick them.” He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her flush against his very hard, very aroused, male body.
    Her nipples were already hard, but now they ached. “I want that too.”
    “Then let’s get out of this water before we drown trying to see just how hard we can make your nipples before you come.”
    Her body roared from aroused to needy in an instant. They swam side by side to the shore where he’d left his clothes and towels. As they walked out of the pond, he took her hand. As his fingers laced with hers, she could hardly believe how wonderful it felt.
    He shook out the towels, making a bed of sorts on the soft grass of the bank. He turned to look at her, his cock standing straight at attention. She licked her lips at the sight. It twitched, slapping against his belly.
    “You start that and we’re liable to be finished before we get going.” He lay on the towels and crooked his finger. “My lady?”
    She joined him, her body tingling with anticipation. He pushed her on her back and his mouth found hers. He kissed, licked and nibbled at her lips, taking his time to thoroughly explore her. It reminded her of many erotic moments in his arms.
    She leaned back and reveled in his skills. He kissed his way across her jaw to her ear while his hand found the nipple awaiting his attention and plucked it. When he reached her ear, he blew into the pink shell, sending goose bumps down her spine.
    “You like that?”
    “Mmmmm.” She turned her cheek to give him better access.
    He sucked at her earlobe before kissing his way down her neck. A slow, sweet trail on her skin. When he reached her breast, he licked around the areole making her near frantic with need. His hand continued its journey down her belly to her aching pussy.
    As his fingers sank into the depths of her core, he finally pulled the nipple into his hot mouth. Her breath caught and she closed her eyes. He circled her clit, then plucked it, and pinched it, then stroked it.
    “Oh my God, you’re good.”
    He chuckled against her skin and continued his work by moving to her other breast. As he continued to play her like an instrument, his cock pulsed against her hip.
    “I’d like a bit of that, please.”
    This time he raised his head. “Wait right here.” He grabbed for his jeans nearby and produced a condom from his wallet. “This ain’t new but it will work.”
    She watched impatiently as he got to touch his cock and she didn’t. “Please, Dax. I can’t wait.”
    “I was hoping you’d say that.”
    “Good.” She sat up and pushed him onto his back then threw her leg over him. “I want a ride, cowboy.”
    He smiled and grabbed her hips. “I’m all yours, Soph.”
    She guided the tip of his staff and sank down on its length. She moved inch by inch until he was fully embedded within her. Sophie paused, the moment so poignant, so perfect, she wanted to stop time and savor it.
    “You feel so good.”