Pressure Rising (Rhinestone Cowgirls Book 2) by Rhonda Lee Carver

tried controlling the goosebumps, but every part of her was on fire. She moaned when he teased her clit with his finger, rolling the nub gently, sending wave after wave of prickles spreading upward into her belly.
    Her bittersweet misery eased some when he finally removed her panties and parted her thighs.
    “Mm. Now that’s what I call a pretty pussy.”
    She lifted her head and looked at him. “Pretty?” She’d never heard that before.
    “Yes, pretty. All groomed and glistening, waiting for my tongue.” He kissed her lightly on her lips. “And your smell lures me.”
    She tilted her head back on the bed—not sure whether she should giggle or plead for him to taste her. “I’m going crazy.”
    “I want to savor every second.” His tongue darted against her folds.
    Her body shook with desire.
    But then cold air washed over her heated skin. She opened one eye. He was at her feet. He lifted one and wrapped his mouth over her big toe, suckling and rolling his tongue over the top and bottom.
    She’d never known something more erotic in her life. She never had her toes sucked on—never would have thought of it—and she found that she liked it.
    He scraped his teeth along her arch. “I like your toenail polish. It matches the color of your nipples.”
    “I didn’t even think of that.” She found it amazing that he did. She couldn’t concentrate on anything but his tongue and the havoc it wreaked on her body.
    “You have nice feet.”
    She giggled.
    He lowered her foot and slowly kissed and licked his way up her leg. She sucked in a breath, filling her parched lungs. Her core wetted with cream. She wanted him to give her pussy the same attention he gave to her toe. One little toe that would never be the same now that it’d met DJ’s lips.
    “So you like feet, huh?” Her voice shook.
    “Only yours.” He splayed his fingers across her hips and she shimmied. “This is pretty great too.” He slipped his hands to her bottom, gently squeezing. “Firm. Smooth. Roll over.”
    “What?”
    “You’re not shy are you?” One corner of his mouth lifted.
    “Yes…a little…a lot depending on what we’re talking about.”
    “I want to see every part of you. Kiss every part. Please turn.”
    She did as he requested and laid on her stomach. Feeling his breath on her butt cheeks she squirmed, anticipating his touch…or his tongue.
    “Nice.” He kissed each cheek and molded his hands over each curve.
    He must have seen at least a dozen butts and he thought hers was nice. Feeling a boost of confidence, she wiggled her behind. He growled and she shivered.
    “Oh yea, baby.” He rolled his tongue over each top. Then he kissed the bottom of one cheek, where it met the back of her thigh.
    Her insides quivered. Her need built.
    He moved to the other cheek, licking, kissing and suckling. He lifted her hips, her bottom high and he slightly spread her thighs. She clutched the pillow, tugging the fabric.
    “I like this position.” His words were husky.

“What are you doing?” She forced the words through tight, trembling lips. Burying her face into the bed, she moaned.
    The mattress lowered and a second later his tongue touched her pussy, skimming the lips, swirling over every slippery fold and the nub.
    Every cell in her body came alive, prickles and heat targeted her core.
    He slipped his tongue inside of her, rolling around the narrow cave, dipping in and out. She moved her hips, rearing slightly against his face. His fingers dug deeper into her flesh as he moaned against her pussy lips. Fingers of climax climbed her spine, flashes of light swirled on the back of her eyelids and spread through her brain. She was on the ride of her life, going over hills and spins, her heart raced.
    His tongue moved along her slit, higher until he reached parts of her that had never been kissed. She started to move her bottom, but he caught her in gentle hold. “Let me,” he mumbled against her skin.
    He started slow, rolling