Page 146 of Knot my First Rodeo

My thumb traces lazy circles on her shoulder. She shifts closer, tucks her face against my neck, and I feel her breath warm against my skin. Her leg slides over mine, tangling us together beneath the sheets. Her toes are cold, and I flinch when she presses them against my calf.

"Sorry," she murmurs, but she doesn't move them.

"Liar."

She giggles, a soft huff of air against my throat. It vibrates through me, and settles in my chest. I wrap my arm around her, pull her tighter, and let my hand rest on the small of her back. She's wearing one of my shirts again; it smells like her now.

We lie like that for a long time. I listen to her breathe, feeling the slow rise and fall of her chest. Her hand slides up, fingers threading through the hair at the nape of my neck, playing idly. Little touches that feel more intimate than anything else.

"I like this," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Me, too."

She presses a kiss to the hollow of my throat, then settles back against me. I feel her body relax, melting into mine.

I don't know when I fall asleep. The last thing I'm aware of is the rhythm of her steady breathing and the way her fingers curl against my skin even while she sleeps.

I wake to light filtering through the blinds, the room washed in the soft haze of early morning. For a second, I don't move. I just breathe, feeling the weight of her against me. She's curled even closer than before, her leg hooked over mine, her face pressed into my shoulder. The sight pulls a smile onto my face before I'm fully awake.

But my bladder's insisting I don't get to enjoy this forever.

I ease out from under her as carefully as I can, which isn't very. She stirs, mumbles something I don't catch, then burrows deeper into the pillow. The shirt she's wearing has ridden up damn near to her hips, and I gotta force myself to look away and head for the bathroom.

I piss, brush my teeth, and splash water on my face. The mirror shows me a guy who looks like a mess in the best way. Hair everywhere, eyes still heavy, but there's a grin tugging at my mouth that I can't shake.

When I step back into the bedroom, she's on her stomach now, one leg bent at the knee, the shirt twisted around her body. The hem's crept up past her ass, and my cock hardens in about two seconds flat. Damn her and not sleeping in underwear last night.

I don't think. I don't plan. I cross the room, climb onto the bed, and settle between her legs. I push the shirt up higher, bunching it around her waist and gently slide a hand beneath her hip and lift.

She makes a sleepy sound of protest as I guide her onto her knees, just enough to tip her hips up, but it dies in her throat when my mouth meets her cunt.

She's already wet, she must be having sexy dreams. I drag my tongue through her folds without warning, or gentleness.

I seal my mouth over her cunt, sucking her clit between my lips, working her with my tongue like I've been starved.

"Fuck—Tripp?" Her voice is rough with sleep, confused, but her hips are already moving, grinding backward against my mouth. "What are you doing?"

"Looks like I'm eating my morning meal."

I don't give her time to respond.

"Jesus! Fuck!" Her voice breaks. She pushes back against my face, and I grip her hips, holding her steady while I feast.

I eat her like she's the first thing I've tasted in days. Broad, flat strokes of my tongue that drag through her slick folds, then focus on her clit. She's shaking already, coming apart beneath me, and I haven't even used my fingers yet.

"Keep going," she begs. "Please… please, keep going."

I slide two fingers inside her, curling them. Her walls clamp down around me as I fuck her with my fingers, while my mouth works her clit, and her hips start fucking my face in earnest. She's not holding back anymore, chasing her release with abandon. I let her. I anchor my hands on her thighs and let her ride my tongue, let her use me to get herself off.

"Tripp… Tripp, I'm gonna⁠—"

That's all the warning I get before she comes apart. Her body locks up, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as she spurts against my face. I don't stop. I keep licking until she's trembling because it's too much.

I pull back and climb to my knees, pushing my sweats down to free my cock. It's been hard since I walked back in the room, and I'm not waiting another second. I guide the head through her slick folds and push inside her in one smooth, deep stroke.

"Oh fuck!" she cries.

I don't give her time to adjust. I start moving, fucking her from behind while she's still shaking from her orgasm. Every thrust pushes a broken moan out of her, and the sounds she's making are the only fuel I need.