Texas Lullaby (Texas Montgomery Mavericks Book 7) by Cynthia D’Alba Page B

hard at the same time.
    “Well,” he gasped out. “That’s true.”
    She smiled, sliding her hands down to the base and back to the head. She loved his penis, loved the power her hands had to bring him to his knees…and better yet, the way her mouth could totally wreck every ounce of self-control this polished man had ingrained in his soul.
    When she lowered her mouth over the head of his cock, he held his breath. She ran her tongue around the cap, sucking in the salty liquid from the slit. Closing her lips, she slid him deeper into her mouth. He groaned and knotted the sheets in his hands.
    Slowly, she pulled back her head, letting the chilly air of the room cool the wetness she’d left on his shaft. He quaked below her. Power surged through her veins.
    She took him deep again, deep enough to hit firmly at the back of her throat, and slid him out again, stopping to run her tongue around the rim of the head.
    “Fuck,” he muttered in a gravelly voice.
    She popped him out of her mouth of a noisy suck. “Patience. We’re getting there.”
    He grabbed her head and pushed her back down on him. She took his length in between her lips, let him set the pace. He thrust roughly and as deeply into her mouth as he could get. Wrapping her fingers around the base, she worked his shaft in gliding movements in time with his hard attack on her mouth. She let him have his way for only a minute or so, knowing him well enough to realize he would not last long at that pace.
    If he had any idea how aroused she got giving him a blowjob, he’d probably drop his pants every time they were in the same room.
    He grunted with his strokes. His breaths came in short gasps. He pulled her hair hard, held her so tightly she would have had to rip out her hair by the strands to get away.
    God, she loved this.
    Her center throbbed and ached. Musky fluid tickled as it ran from her and down her leg. He jerked her mouth off him.
    “Stop. Don’t move,” he said, his eyes shut, his chest heaving. In a minute, he opened his eyes. “Damn. That was close.” He smiled. “This show was almost over before the main event.”
    “Now that would have been a crying shame.”
    She sat up, threw a leg over his waist and straddled him, her opening poised over his cock standing at full attention. He grabbed her hips and tried to push her down, but she just laughed.
    “I’m the one doing the riding, cowboy.”
    “Then get on with it. I’m dying here.”
    Reaching between her thighs, she held his cock and seated herself fully up to the hilt. He hissed and thrust up.
    Yeah, this wasn’t going to last long for either of them.
    She started riding him, pushing up and down from her knees. Leaning forward, she changed the angle so that every time she hit full depth, her clit would have contact with his pelvis. Her strokes became faster, his thrusts harder. A powerful tension rose from her toes, through her legs and up to her gut. She swallowed and slammed against him, pounding her rigid nub. And then she was soaring over the edge. Waves of erotic pleasure swept through her. She cried out, her head dropping back, her gaze up as she rode the crest again.
    He grunted and then groaned. Digging his fingers in her hips, he held her motionless as he drove up into her, finding his own release. Powerful jerks from his cock rattled her insides.
    She fell onto his chest and both of them gasped for oxygen. His hands stroked up and down her back.
    “I love you so much,” he said. “So very much.”
    “I love you too.”
    They lay there, connected and together as one. Lydia let out a long sigh and rested her cheek on his chest.
    “What do you want to do about our wedding?”
    His question startled her. She froze, her heart, which had finally returned to a normal rate, shot back into the dangerous range. How could she marry him now that she had three children? Could the man have been more adamant about not wanting a family? He didn’t want one…ever. Not even kids of his