She squirmed and laughed and rose to her knees beside me. “You turn me on, Cowboy.” She pulled her long braid over her shoulder and watched me while she bit her lip. “I like the way you smell.” She kissed my lips and my shoulder. “I like the way you taste.” She kissed my chest, trailed her lips over my belly, and my cock filled her soft hands. “I like the way you feel.”
Hope curled on the mattress beside me. She closed her lips around the head of my cock, and I couldn’t stop myself from watching.
My cock pulsed and throbbed in Hope’s mouth. She slipped her tongue around its sensitive head, and she rolled my balls with her fingertips. I didn’t think she’d give me more time, but then she stopped to find the lotion. I watched her squeeze it onto the tip of my cock and smooth it down my shaft, and I groaned at the ceiling when she took me in her mouth again.
Instinct made me thrust back against her touch. Hope caught her breath, and I slammed my eyes shut. My cream burned the length of my shaft and erupted in her hands. I arched my back as my spasms emptied my balls, and I fell back on the mattress when they passed.
Hope pillowed her head on my thigh and laughed at me because panting, “Oh God, Hope! Oh God!” was as clever as I could get.
I stared at the ceiling until I could focus again then ran my hands up her legs. She gave my hand a little room, and I ran my fingers up between her thighs and trailed them over the soft contours of her butt.
Hope was surprised when I sat up. “Are you going somewhere?” she asked, and sat up beside me.
“I’m not going anywhere.” I leaned close and stopped with our lips nearly touching. I could feel Hope’s pulse even without touching her. She touched my lips with hers and tipped her head, and I pulled our mouths together with one hand at the back of her neck.
I explored Hope’s mouth with my tongue. She met mine with hers and yielded to me. Her breath warmed my cheek, and her body was soft. Her breath caught when my rough fingers tracked up the inside of her thighs, and down again. I caressed the sensitive skin behind her knee, stroked her ankles, and worked my fingers between her toes.
Hope turned her head to break our kiss and talked with her lips against my neck. “That feels good, Cowboy.”
“Maybe the cowboy should pay some attention to his pony’s hooves.” She gave a little gasp and fell back on the mattress while I arranged her legs around me. Hope didn’t know what I meant at first, but she figured it out when I closed my hands around her foot and found the spot I wanted.
She moaned when I spread lotion between her toes and over her foot. I warmed her in my hands and kissed her sensitive spots. Hope laid back on the mattress and closed her eyes. She spread her arms wide to cool herself. Heat built between her thighs, and her body writhed slowly under my touch.
I worked my way up Hope’s ankles and up her calves almost to her knee. She lifted her head when I set her foot down and said “Don’t stop now, Cowboy!”
“Why would I stop? After this comes the currycomb and the brush.” I picked up her other foot and started the process again.
Hope fell back among the sheets, and the light from her bedside lamp gleamed on the sheen of nectar between her legs. She gave in to the need to touch herself, and her fingers danced over her hot button. She pressed one finger and then two fingers between her wet lips, and her breath came shallow and ragged.
I stroked the sensitive skin inside her thigh and moved closer. I warmed lotion in my hands and folded them both around her shaved mound. Hope moaned my name, and I worked over her soft lips and then gently between them. Her trigger was full and firm. My slick fingers swirled over and along her hood and my thumb circled her wet vagina.
Hope bucked and clenched her teeth. Her orgasm tightened her body, and she writhed on the bed as her climax coursed through her muscles. She groaned and pushed my hands away when the euphoria clouded her mind, and I slipped off the side of the bed to kneel between her legs.
My mouth watered for a taste of her. I laid one leg over my shoulder and lifted the other wide. It wasn’t until I kissed the inside of her thigh that she realized what I was after. She reached for my head to push me away or to pull me closer—I wasn’t sure which—and I slipped my tongue into her to lap up her thick juice.
I tugged Hope’s wet folds between my lips. I kissed them and sucked them, and Hope closed her legs around my head. She squealed when I took her sensitive bud in my mouth. Her muscles tightened, and she twisted in my grip. I could hardly breathe. I could hardly hear the garbled noises she made as she climaxed again.
“No more! Not now!” Hope pushed me away and covered herself with her hands between her legs. I let her go, wiped my face with my arm, and watched her crawl to the middle of the bed.
Hope was laughing into the sheet when I climbed over her. “What’s so funny?” I asked, and moved her braid aside.
She turned her head to look at me. “The first night we met, do you remember? You told me you didn’t need a victim.”
I straddled her hips and slipped my hands up her bare back. “Said that. Still don’t need a victim.”
“You lie. You lie. I’m your victim of serial orgasm. Now I’m helpless.”
“Could be worse, couldn’t it?” I pressed my thumbs on either side of her spine just over her heart—not hard or deep—and felt her muscles yield. “Are my hands too rough?”
“Your hands are perfect.” She flattened herself under me and released a long, soft sigh. “Why are you doing that?”
“Do you like it?” I asked. “This is to connect your body and your spirit.”
Hope slapped at my leg. “Back up. Get off me. I’ll worry about my body and spirit.”
I sat back on my haunches between Hope’s knees. She pushed her butt up and wiggled her fingers between her legs. “Not that far,” she said. “Let me reach you.”
Hope grunted in surprise when I pulled her hips to me. It wasn’t what she had in mind, but it worked. She wrapped her hand around my hard-on and pumped it while she worked herself a little closer. She rubbed the head of my cock over the deep creases between her legs and tossed her head back when I pushed into her.
I lifted Hope against my chest, and I cupped her tits in my hands. I tasted the sweat on her skin and inhaled her scent, and I felt her excitement grow while my shaft moved inside her.
She pushed my hands away. “Your pony’s too hot,” she said and fell forward again on her knees and elbows. Her pussy stretched around my shaft and her hips rocked and rolled—slowly at first, in short strokes that grew faster and faster. She clenched her braid between her teeth and touched her trigger. Her nectar gleamed on my cock and seeped over my balls.
Hope squeezed her eyes shut when she came. She clenched her teeth and her climax racked her body. She collapsed on the sheet and my cock slipped out of her.
I followed Hope down and held her. I kissed her shoulders and her neck, and I pushed my cock back into her—deeper now, in long strokes that sent thrills through my body. I grasped her braid to turn her head. She smiled at me and pushed her ass up. “Ride me good, Cowboy.”