scorching her with blazing intensity as slowly he lowered himself into her. Sam stiffened against the intrustion. “Relax, darlin’.” Exhaling softly, Sam heeded his words, trusting him. The moment he felt her muscles relax, he thrust sharply forward, severing the membrane. Sam’s response was a cry of pain and a shudder.
“I’m all the way in, darlin’,” Colt exulted as he felt himself being squeezed by her tightness. “Christ, you feel good!” The splendor of the feeling severely taxed his control. He could feel his shaft pulsing wildly as he slid further and further into the moist depths of the most welcoming place he had ever entered. His heart soared as he sensed her answering passion, so alive, so vibrant that it almost shattered his steely reserve.
Sam gasped from the hugeness of his shaft. She had never imagined that anything so huge would fit and feel so good inside her. Once the initial pain subsided, she thrilled to the pleasure he was creating within her. She wanted to move wildly beneath him, seek the ecstasy he promised as swiftly as possible. As he sensed her impatience, a chuckle rumbled from Colt’s throat.
“Pace yourself, darlin’. Don’t get greedy. Let it come naturally, don’t hurry it. Let the emotion carry you—risin’, fallin’, buildin’ till you reach that jumpin’ off place. Don’t be afraid, I’ll be there to catch you.”
His body moved with masterly expertise as he pumped rhythmically against hers. Deliberately he withdrew when he felt her coming to the brink of explosion, then entered her again as soon as the fire abated. Then he thrust deeply in unbroken tempo until almost driven to the point of no return. But somehow he gathered the remnants of his self-control and withdrew again, until their boiling passion cooled.
When he entered her again, her body screamed for release and her thighs clamped tightly together lest he try to escape her, holding him in place and squeezing. A lusty roar escaped his throat as his hot seed spurted into her receptive body. Sam’s own climax brought a scream to her lips as she exploded in a million tiny fragments. For a long time they clung together as if suspended in time, neither of them willing to break the spell, and both afraid of what lay ahead. The sweet taste of passion turned to bitter reality all too soon.
Colt stared at Sam with sheer incredulity at what she had done to him. Why did this slip of a woman have the power to make him forget everything except the promise of her sweet lips and tempting body? His every physical sense urged him to claim and hold this offering of something rare and valuable, but his mind resisted. He had fought too long against entanglements, seen many a good man ruined by a woman to allow it to happen to him. He valued his freedom far too much to fall under the spell of a spitfire named Samantha Howard.
“What happens now, Colt?” Sam asked softly.
“You’re better than I imagined, darlin’,” he murmured, his words like a slap in the face to Sam’s pride. She had hoped for something tender and loving after what they had just shared. “You’re the damnedest hellion in bed I’ve ever had, and,” he laughed with devilish delight, “as wild and untamed as the Texas prairie. I could grow addicted to that kind of lovin’.”
The look he gave her was magically stirring and tantalizingly sensual. “If I didn’t know better I’d swear you were experienced. But the blood on the sheet is proof that I just took your maidenhead.”
Startled, Sam looked down and saw the red splotch beneath her thighs. A deep crimson spread up her neck to her cheeks.
“Don’t blush, darlin’. I appreciate your offerin’ though I usually don’t mess with virgins. They’re too much trouble and demand things I’m unwillin’ to give.”
Sam snorted. “I take that to mean you won’t consider my request to move back to the ranch.”
Colt’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Did you come here intendin’
“I’m all the way in, darlin’,” Colt exulted as he felt himself being squeezed by her tightness. “Christ, you feel good!” The splendor of the feeling severely taxed his control. He could feel his shaft pulsing wildly as he slid further and further into the moist depths of the most welcoming place he had ever entered. His heart soared as he sensed her answering passion, so alive, so vibrant that it almost shattered his steely reserve.
Sam gasped from the hugeness of his shaft. She had never imagined that anything so huge would fit and feel so good inside her. Once the initial pain subsided, she thrilled to the pleasure he was creating within her. She wanted to move wildly beneath him, seek the ecstasy he promised as swiftly as possible. As he sensed her impatience, a chuckle rumbled from Colt’s throat.
“Pace yourself, darlin’. Don’t get greedy. Let it come naturally, don’t hurry it. Let the emotion carry you—risin’, fallin’, buildin’ till you reach that jumpin’ off place. Don’t be afraid, I’ll be there to catch you.”
His body moved with masterly expertise as he pumped rhythmically against hers. Deliberately he withdrew when he felt her coming to the brink of explosion, then entered her again as soon as the fire abated. Then he thrust deeply in unbroken tempo until almost driven to the point of no return. But somehow he gathered the remnants of his self-control and withdrew again, until their boiling passion cooled.
When he entered her again, her body screamed for release and her thighs clamped tightly together lest he try to escape her, holding him in place and squeezing. A lusty roar escaped his throat as his hot seed spurted into her receptive body. Sam’s own climax brought a scream to her lips as she exploded in a million tiny fragments. For a long time they clung together as if suspended in time, neither of them willing to break the spell, and both afraid of what lay ahead. The sweet taste of passion turned to bitter reality all too soon.
Colt stared at Sam with sheer incredulity at what she had done to him. Why did this slip of a woman have the power to make him forget everything except the promise of her sweet lips and tempting body? His every physical sense urged him to claim and hold this offering of something rare and valuable, but his mind resisted. He had fought too long against entanglements, seen many a good man ruined by a woman to allow it to happen to him. He valued his freedom far too much to fall under the spell of a spitfire named Samantha Howard.
“What happens now, Colt?” Sam asked softly.
“You’re better than I imagined, darlin’,” he murmured, his words like a slap in the face to Sam’s pride. She had hoped for something tender and loving after what they had just shared. “You’re the damnedest hellion in bed I’ve ever had, and,” he laughed with devilish delight, “as wild and untamed as the Texas prairie. I could grow addicted to that kind of lovin’.”
The look he gave her was magically stirring and tantalizingly sensual. “If I didn’t know better I’d swear you were experienced. But the blood on the sheet is proof that I just took your maidenhead.”
Startled, Sam looked down and saw the red splotch beneath her thighs. A deep crimson spread up her neck to her cheeks.
“Don’t blush, darlin’. I appreciate your offerin’ though I usually don’t mess with virgins. They’re too much trouble and demand things I’m unwillin’ to give.”
Sam snorted. “I take that to mean you won’t consider my request to move back to the ranch.”
Colt’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Did you come here intendin’
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