Free Cassie's Hope (Riders Up) by Adriana Kraft Page B

worry,” she whispered. “I’m
not going anywhere. The restaurant is open late. I checked.” She tugged the
tank top over her head and quickly dispensed with the bra. “There. Free at
last,” she said, fondling her breasts. “Nibble away, cowboy. And these are only
appetizers, I promise.”
    “Damn it, you are a
firecracker,” he said, lowering his mouth to a breast and backing her against
the bed.
    She collapsed on
the mattress and grinned as he worked to stay in contact with her breasts. They
settled on the bed and he drew as much of one breast into his mouth as he could
manage. Cassie shuddered. She ran her fingers through his thick, dark hair and
down his back. His shirt needed to go, but she was enjoying his mouth too much
to complain.
     He continued to
swirl his tongue around her breast at the same time she felt his hand working
its way up her thigh. It caressed gently and moved slowly, never diverting from
its target. She spread her thighs. His palm settled over her mound. She closed
her eyes, silently encouraging him not to stop.
    She lifted her
buttocks slightly. He didn’t disappoint. He slipped aside the bikini panty far
enough to slide a finger inside her heat. “Oh,” she moaned, opening her eyes to
meet his steady gaze. He shifted his angle until he could move freely.
    She closed her eyes
again and savored the sensations. Even the yellow roses paled in comparison to
how he stimulated all of her senses. He plied her sex, clearly confident where
he was taking her, and she followed greedily. Soon, too soon, she left him to
race after that elusive rapture she didn’t want to miss. There. There. She
sighed.
     
    - o -
     
    Clint held her
close, waiting patiently for her orgasm to subside.
    Finally she opened
her eyes and gave him a lazy smile.
    “Welcome back to
Wyoming,” he said with a wide grin.
    “You sure know how
to make a girl feel welcomed,” she crooned. “How set are you on dinner out?”
    “Furthest thing
from my mind.”
    “Thought it might
be.” She gave him a sly smile. “Why don’t you get out of those clothes so I can
give you an appropriate party favor?”Nodding, Clint stood and reached for his
belt. The woman loved to tease. He wasn’t complaining. He shucked his clothes
and watched her undo the wraparound skirt and skim the panties off. Her gaze
fixed on his straining cock.
    “My, my, I thought
maybe I’d exaggerated his size in my hazy memory. I didn’t. You’ve done most of
the work so far,” she said, curling a finger at him. “Why don’t you lie on your
back and let me see what I can do to please you.”
    He scooted up on
the bed, lay on his back, and watched her auburn hair cascade over his chest,
hiding her intentions from him. Her lips grazed his nipple and then her teeth
fastened on it gently. Her fingers wrapped around his cock. They squeezed lightly
and glided over its length.
    His heart skipped a
beat when he saw that mass of auburn hair moving lower. Her breath warmed him. He
kept his hands by his sides, letting her stay in control. She lowered her mouth
onto him, shifting her shoulders until she had the right fit. Waves of auburn
bobbed up and down slowly. She took in half of his shaft before pausing. She
swept her hair back from her face and winked at him before sinking further,
taking nearly all of him in her mouth and throat. She cradled his balls in one
hand and bobbed slowly up and down.
    Clint clutched the
sheet with both fists.
    She stopped and dropped
him. “Do you like?”
    “You’ve got to be
crazy. It’s exquisite.”
    “Good. Then I guess
you wouldn’t mind a little more attention.”
    Again, her auburn
mane kept him from seeing what she was doing. But every other part of his
sensory system worked overtime. She bobbed. She twisted her hand. She left no
doubt about her purpose. He felt her lips surround the base of his cock.
    It started
somewhere between his toes and his knees. His balls tightened, signaling the
end was close. He heard