Free Blue Blood's Trifecta by Cheyenne Meadows

body. Appreciation lit up his face.
    "Then take me, baby." The words and sexy tone set her stomach into a slow, delicious somersault.
    For a long moment, she visually feasted on the prime male specimen before her. His wide chest sprinkled with a few hairs, leading down into a flat stomach. Arms bulged with power and ripped thighs spoke of conditioning and strength. His lovely cock, in full glory, drew her attention as he lightly stroked his fingers over the granite hard thickness. She licked her lips as another bead of moisture appeared. What would he taste like? She would find out. Soon.
    "Tempest?" He called to her. "Come on, honey. I'm all yours. Ride me."
    She loved the cowgirl position. Just the thought of hopping on Ryan for a round of bucking bronco made her mouth water and belly clench in excited anticipation. Too long she waited, needing Ryan's touch, his kiss, his body covering hers as they both flew in those fleeting moments of ecstasy.
    Walking to the bedside table, she plucked a condom from a box, tossing it to Ryan. As she watched, he ripped the foil open, pulled the rubber out, and quickly slid it over his large cock. With a flick of his wrist, he sent the wrapper to rest on the small wooden table, then reached out with his hand.
    Unable to wait any longer, she climbed on the bed, crawling on all fours until she reached his side. Once there, she shifted over, straddling his supine body, her hips and shoulders level with his, allowing her arms and knees to support her position. As much as she longed to lower her body over his, to connect them, she held herself several inches above him in an attempt to slow down in order to regain control of her stampeding libido and savor this first time together.
    Lazily, she leaned down, her breasts brushing across his chest, her hair tickling his shoulders, as she licked the column of his throat.
    He molded her breasts once more, gently squeezing and plumping, sending tiny sparks straight to her pelvis.
    She arched her back, brushed her mound against his cock, and grinned when she felt his erection jump against her lower belly in response to the direct stimulation.
    Ryan snaked his hand lower, found her sensitive nubbin, and lightly plucked.
    Tempest whimpered and mewled.
    "Come on, baby. Climb aboard," he whispered against her ear, tonguing the lobe.
    Sitting back, she met his gaze, reveling in his bedroom eyes and the tensed jaw, signs of his level of excitement and need. Taking his erection in hand, she rubbed him against her. Once, twice, watching as he threw his head back with a needy groan.
    Ever so slowly, she lowered herself over him, slipping his manhood into her wet channel. The stretching sensation and fullness added to her pleasure, urging her onward until she seated him deep within her body.
    "Damn, you feel good." The words tumbled from her mouth as she began a lazy rocking motion before lifting. He fit perfectly, rubbing against every sensitive spot, spurring her to greater heights.
    He thrust.
    She moaned and leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest, splaying her legs wider. Pushing back, she met his next stroke, quickly picking up a steady rhythm, which rapidly accelerated.
    More. She needed more. Tempest slammed down against him, rolling her hips, while throwing her head back. She couldn't get enough of him, deep enough, fast enough, hard enough. Riding like a woman born in the saddle, she matched his stride, pushed him higher, demanding all he could give.
    She panted, unbridled need driving her to a faster pace, nearly reckless in her attempt to reach the pinnacle. Bouncing and jerking, her mouth fell open with a cry of need.
    Ryan reached between them, his fingers centering on her clit, caressing with light brushstrokes. Gently at first, he exerted a bit more pressure with his thumb, the circular motion growing more frenzied with her movements.
    "There, baby. Right there."
    Tempest saw stars. Her muscles drew taut as she felt the first tingling