Just That Easy by Elizabeth Moore

pulled from him doing
that made her lips curve into that smile again. Then she pushed him back flat
on his back and tugged at his jeans. He wasn’t about to resist anything she was
doing. He lifted his hips and she pulled them from his legs, tossing them
aside. Locking her eyes on his, she reached behind her, obviously unhooking her
bra. Not breaking his gaze, she lifted her shirt and bra over her head all at
once, and tossed it on the pile.
    Sliding backward off the bed, she kept her eyes focused on
his. She licked her lips. Damn that was good. Her jeans were gone. He took in
the sight of her standing there in front of him. The mass of thick dark hair
draped over her shoulders, brushing against her breasts. Which were so amazing.
Full, but not too big, soft, with big dark-pink nipples. The way they heaved
when she breathed. He remembered them bouncing against him when he had her on
the table last night, and he felt his cock jerk. Her eyes flew there too. She
licked her lips again. Christ if she kept doing that he was going to explode
before she touched him. She climbed onto the bed next to him. He had no idea
what she was going to do, but whatever it was, he was going to lie there and
let her do whatever she damn well pleased.
    She leaned forward, crawling on all fours. Her breasts hung
there teasingly, nipples pointed straight out. His fingers twitched. She leaned
slowly inward, watching him, that tongue out on her lips, moving it toward his
chest. The second that hot little tongue flicked over his nipple he felt her
hand connect with his cock again, the shudder that passed through him was
strong, deep. She pulled him hard to attention. She used her teeth on his
nipple, gently. He was going to lose it.
    “You’re going to push me over the edge, you know that?”
    She sat back. “That’s the idea, cowboy.”
    “Cowboy?”
    “Mmm hmm. Ready for a ride?” Her eyebrow arched at him. She
let go of that sweet stroking of his cock and straddled him. Oh, so much
sweeter even than her hand.
    He felt her pull him between her soft thighs, the dampness
that teased at him as she lifted herself on her knees and he slid against that
warm, wet flesh. Then she arched her back and mounted him, pushing herself down
onto him, not slowly, not fast. Deliberately. Hard. She buried him inside her
until he felt the warm cheeks of her ass riding hard against his balls.
    She was moving again, her hips grinding in small circles
over his, pulling him into her. Smiling at him as he groaned and clenched his
fists, she reached for them and put his hands on her hips.
    “Hold me tight, I don’t want to fall off something big as
you.”
    Another groan from his chest brought another wicked smile
from her lips. Then she really started moving. Seemed as crazy as she’d already
gotten him, she hadn’t even gotten started. Her hips rocked back and forth,
deep, hard. He slid in and out of her, thickly, wet. Damn but she was wet. Her
own hands ran up her body, she was more than rocking against him now. She
lifted herself, pulling his thick shaft out of her then rocking backward and
bringing it back in a grinding motion, one that had her ass sliding smoothly
over his balls. Her breasts started to bounce with each downstroke. Her fingers
reached them, he watched, hypnotized as she ran her fingers over her nipples
and it brought a moan from her. Her head went back, her mouth open. She ground
harder on his cock. He felt her hips widen, felt her bear down hard on the base
of his cock and she added that to the moves. Now making a complete circle over
him, lifting, rocking back, that sweet ass rolling over him, grinding down,
that hot clit slipping over the base of his cock. He pushed deeper and she
moved faster. The rhythm took on a relentless pace, her tits were bouncing hard
now, her hands lowered to his belly for balance, holding herself onto his thick
cock as she rode it hot and heavy.
    His hands pinned her hips as she pistoned up and down on
him, it was