At the Cowboy's Mercy by Emma Jay

his tongue teased her lips. He kissed her jaw, and she angled her head, inviting his kiss along her throat. Instead, he shoved off of her and worked the fastening of her jeans. She hummed her approval as he peeled them down her legs, taking her panties with them. Then he lifted her foot in the curve of his palm and dropped a light kiss to the inside of her ankle.  
    The charge shot straight up her leg, sending a flood of heat to her pussy. She couldn't stop the groan that escaped her throat. He chuckled softly and continued soft kisses up to her knee. She tried not to squirm, but parted her thighs wider. He ignored the invitation, repeating the caresses on her other leg. This time his tongue joined the party, teasing the skin above her knee, and she thought he'd continue higher. Instead, he knelt beside her and bent to tease her nipple with a gust of breath.
    She pressed her thighs together to ease the ache in her pussy. "Luke, please."
    "Please, what?"
    She arched her back so her nipple brushed his lip. He chuckled and lifted his head. "Cheater."
    Then he lowered his head again, just the heat of him caressing her stomach. Her nerves danced on the surface of her skin, as if reaching for him, the only part of her that could. Her flesh felt hot, inflamed, eager for even a brush of his fingertip. She whimpered when finally he parted her legs and settled between them.
    Everything in her clenched. He could make her come by looking at her right now. One one hand, she wanted release desperately. On the other hand, the build-up was delicious. She wanted to come with him inside her.
    And then he was gone, off the bed. She twisted her head to watch him shuck his clothes in record time, then once again stretch out between her legs, his attention on her pussy.  
    "Don't make me come yet," she said.
    He looked up the length of her body, his eyebrows raised. "Isn't that the point of this?"
    "Not yet."
    He rose over her, gloriously naked, his erection brushing over her thigh, hot and heavy. The t-shirt stretched as she twisted, wanting to touch him, to filter her fingers through his chest hair, to bring him over her. He lowered his mouth to hers and she met it eagerly, savoring his taste, the play of his tongue against hers, his blatant strokes. He rubbed his cock against her hip in rhythm to his kiss and she shifted, wanting to bring him into her.
    Then he broke the kiss, backing away again, his hands on her hips.  
    "Turn over."
    She blinked, and heat shot through her when she understood. He wanted to take her from behind. His hands would be free to touch her all over. But turning over without the use of her hands was harder than she thought, and she rolled without much grace, even with his help. She shifted forward on her knees so she could grab the headboard, relieving some of the stress on her wrists.  
    He leaned over her, his cock riding the cleft of her ass, and swept her hair over her shoulder, pressing soft kisses to the back of her neck, down her spine, his stubble adding a delicious counterpoint to his lips. When he reached the base of her spine, her pussy contracted, growing wetter. He continued his kisses over the curve of her body, to the crease of skin between ass and thigh, and he scraped his teeth against it. The sensation nearly shot her off the bed and she tightened her fingers in the headboard until the metal bit into her skin.
    "Luke!"
    The rip of foil sent a tremor through her, and then his heat returned against the back of her legs, one hand on her hip.
    He entered her in one hard thrust, his groin slapping against her, and she screamed, part in shock, part in pleasure.
    He stilled. "Okay?"
    She could only manage to nod her head, and pushed back against him. God, he was so deep, so hard, filling her channel, filling her senses. He began to move again, slowly, stroking every inch of her, almost pulling out before easing in again. She clenched around him, wanting to hold him deep, wanting to feel him in every part