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Callie was on cloud nine as they stumbled into their cabin later that night. The celebrations had gone on long into the night and it was almost daylight when she managed to tear Cade away from some rodeo buddies.
“Cade?” she slurred.
“Yes, Baby?”
“This was the singular most interesting night of my life,” she announced, loping her arms around his neck and heedless of the way he jerked against her in reaction.
“Same goes for me, Callie,” he told her, dropping a kiss on her forehead as he guided her the rest of the way to her room.
“I don’t want it to end,” she declared passionately, hiding her face against his chest.
Cade froze, his fevered imagination already making love to her. “Um, that’s okay. It doesn’t end; you just need to get some shut-eye.”
He tried to detach her arms from around his neck; she held on tight.
“Make love to me, Cade,” she said in a rush, swallowing past a sudden tightness in her chest. What if he said no? She could already see the denial forming in his beautiful blue eyes as he looked down at her and shook his head.
Slowly, deliberately, she smiled up at him, pleased to see the quickly-masked flash of desire in his gaze as he took in the blinding force of her smile.
“Callie—” he began in a let-her-down-easy voice.
She didn’t let him get another word out; just took advantage of his slightly open mouth and plunged her tongue straight into his mouth. He tasted like peppermint, whiskey and chocolate all at the same time. He tasted like all her dreams rolled into one!
She bared her teeth and gently nipped at his lower lip, before licking the spot with the underside of her tongue.
He thrust his tongue into her mouth and kissed her deeply, his hands caressing and stroking up and down her back. He licked her lips before stroking her with his tongue, too. His mouth left hers to wander down her neck, sending shafts of pleasure down her spine.
Callie gasped and clung harder to him, her pulse racing as he drove her wild with his mouth.
He leaned back to lock eyes with her, “Are you sure this is what you want, Callie?”
She grinned. Wade was right, he really was a gentleman. She wisely refrained from mentioning her brother though; fewer things were bound to cool his ardor.
“I want this. I want you. Right here, right now,” she declared.
Cade swallowed her words in another deep, toe-curling kiss that raised her temperature several degrees. He maneuvered her onto the bed and followed her down, kissing and licking. His hands urgently grabbed at her shirt, ripping the buttons from their holes in his impatience. She wound her arms tighter around him, arching her body upwards and into his.
Cade rose to his knees, jerked off his shirt and tossed it away. His hands urgently wrestled with his belt, his eyes trained hungrily on her face.
He stood up for a quick minute and yanked off his jeans and Callie used the same opportunity to get hers off.
She lay naked and breath-taking before him and it was all he could do not to jump on her and fuck her hard until she could not sit straight for a month. Cade gritted his teeth, holding desperately to already waning control.
He leaned down to kiss her incredibly soft breasts and she moaned, “Yes! Yes! Oh Cade, don’t stop.”
His hand trailed down to the juncture of her thighs and his finger slipped easily inside her soft folds and the top of his head almost came off. Unable to wait any longer, he guided the thick, bulbous head of his member to her entrance, his gaze meeting hers as he slowly and surely began to enter her.
She fit perfectly around him, her inner walls clamping down easily over his cock. He groaned low and hard as he finally sheathed himself in her to the hilt.
“Fuck!” he grunted.
“Well…yeah,” she moaned.
Unreasonably, he started to laugh right in the middle. This woman would be the death of him. She joined him in his laughter, her musical voice tinkling like bells.
Laughter fled as their eyes met and held. Cade began to move inside her with incredibly, torturous slowness. Callie groaned long and hard, and thrust harder against him, matching his rhythm. He increased his pace, one of his large palms covering hers on the bed, while the other squeezed one large, soft breast again and again.
“Faster,” Callie grunted, mindless ecstasy driving her wild as all her inhibitions fled.
He raised both her legs higher, changing the angle of his thrusts as he began to glide right against her G-spot.
“Yes…right there,” she groaned.
“You like it?” he asked, not ceasing his thrusts.
“Yes! Fuck me!” she ordered.
He increased his tempo, going higher and higher and faster until all her being centered on the mounting tension between her thighs. Callie gasped as tendrils of pleasure shot through her repeatedly, making her almost dizzy with mounting passion. She felt herself drifting higher and higher until she was moaning and groaning as she began to cum. Fine tremors shook her from the crown of her head to the soles of her feet, leaving her sated, spent and weak as a rag doll.
An intense shudder shook his powerful frame and he continued to slam into her deliciously, his hands tightening on her slim, supple thighs. Soon, he was screaming her name as he came powerfully; pouring his seed into her tight, wet, willing passage until he was drained completely.
They both drifted back to Earth slowly, gasping as consciousness returned. He stared down at Callie bemused; her blond hair was all over the bed, spilling behind her head in a mass of riotous waves. Her soft red lips were parted in remembered pleasure and her big, round breasts were heaving invitingly on her chest as though she had just run a marathon. In short, she looked like a woman who had been well and truly loved, he decided with masculine pride.
Her waist was so slim, it looked delicate; her skin so fair and fine it was almost porcelain and even now, with his seed still seeping slowly out of her pussy, she looked so innocent and fresh.
He wanted to go again, but he was so tired and he suspected she was, too. All that riding earlier today; they needed to sleep a little.
“Wanna shower together?” she asked, an inviting look in her hot green eyes.
Cade groaned, so much for good intentions; he was rigid as a pole again. He reached for her again.