High Country Christmas. Joanna SimsЧитать онлайн книгу.
seconds passed by and all he could do was stand next to the bed and admire London. She was a golden goddess with long, muscular legs and shapely hips. He had imagined her here, in his bed, many times since they had first met over a year ago.
London sat up directly in front of him, her legs tucked to the side. She hooked her finger on his belt loop and pulled him closer to the bed. Tyler threaded his fingers in her silky hair while he watched her slowly unzip his pants. He stepped back away from the bed; she wanted him to strip off his clothes and he was willing to oblige her.
London silently prayed that God had built Tyler proportionate to his six-four frame. She wasn’t a petite woman. Men with smaller equipment had never been able to satisfy her. But the minute he was standing naked in front of her, she stopped worrying. Nature had been very kind to Tyler Brand. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on his body; he was a made-in-America cowboy—masculine, beautifully built. With a handsome face to boot.
Tyler grabbed a condom from the nightstand drawer, flipped off the light and joined her in bed. He was surprised that she didn’t want a lot of foreplay, but all he cared about was making sure that he pleased her. He gently laid his body on top of hers, chest to breast, and settled between her thighs. When London felt Tyler begin to join their bodies together, she lifted her hips and tried to take more of him.
She stared intensely into his eyes. “I need to feel you inside me...”
“I’m trying to be careful,” Tyler said tightly.
He had discovered that many women were too shallow to take all of him. Over the years, he’d learned to be cautious in the beginning to make sure he didn’t hurt the woman he was with.
“Tyler. I won’t break...you don’t have to hold back with me.”
With a low groan, Tyler sank the full length of his long shaft into her body. Seated completely within her, Tyler had to pause to collect himself. It had never felt like this before. He had never been with a woman who had taken him so easily, so completely. She was hot and tight; she was a perfect fit. It was going to take every ounce of his willpower to keep his body under control; he needed to focus entirely on pleasuring her.
London closed her eyes as Tyler slid himself inside her. The feel of his hard shaft was a relief. She locked her legs tightly around Tyler’s hips to keep him deep within her and quietly repeated over and over again, “Oh, thank God, oh, thank God...”
He started to move inside her, slowly at first, but Tyler soon discovered that London knew her own mind, in and out of bed. She wanted him to love her harder, faster, deeper. She was wild with frustration, as if she had an itch that hadn’t been scratched in years. He had never tried so hard to satisfy a woman. He had never tried so hard to stop himself from climaxing.
Tyler stopped moving. “Wait...wait...I need a minute...”
London recognized that expression on his face all too well; she stopped moving to give him a chance to get his body under control. But it was too late.
“Damn it!” Tyler cursed as he pulled back one last time, plunged deep inside her and climaxed.
“I’m sorry...” Tyler dropped his head, closed his eyes and locked his arms so he kept his weight off her. “Damn it...”
London turned her head away from him, near tears from frustration. This was exactly why it had been easy for her to avoid sex altogether. Most men couldn’t last long enough to get her to orgasm, and more often than not, she was left feeling more sexually frustrated than before she had started.
“You didn’t have an orgasm, did you?” Tyler was staring down at her face.
She shook her head. “No.”
Tyler cursed again, touched his forehead to hers. “I’m sorry. I held back for as long as I could.”
“It’s okay.” Disappointment and frustration were etched into the features of her pretty face.
“No, it’s not.” Tyler shook his head. He couldn’t believe that he’d just managed to screw up lovemaking with his dream woman.
“It’s not your fault, okay?” London looked up at him. “I’ve always had a hard time...getting there...”
“Then I’ll just have to work a little harder next time, won’t I?”
“Sure,” she agreed. “Next time.”
They parted ways. Tyler went into the adjoining bathroom and she started to get dressed.
“Hey...” Tyler reappeared, still naked, holding a washcloth. “Where are you going?”
“We both have busy days tomorrow...”
“Uh-uh. No way.” Tyler took her bra out of her hands and led her back to his bed. “That was just the warm-up...”
London let him guide her back down on the mattress, and she let him slip her underwear over her hips. The warmth of a washcloth felt good between her legs, but it felt even better when Tyler replaced the washcloth with the warmth of his mouth.
“Just relax and enjoy,” she heard him say. And it didn’t take long for Tyler to make her forget that she had intended to leave.
With his hands, Tyler massaged her breast while he kept her aroused with his tongue. She tasted sweet on his lips and Tyler feasted on her delectable pink flower until his body was ready for lovemaking again.
“Don’t go anywhere...” He pulled open the nightstand drawer and searched for another condom.
When he didn’t find one, he stood up, turned on the light so he could search more quickly.
“You’ve got to be kidding me...” After another search, he stared at the few items in the drawer.
“What’s wrong?” she asked in a tense voice.
He looked at her with a shake of his head. “I think that was the last condom.”
London covered her face with her hands to stop herself from screaming at him. She was so off-the-charts frustrated that she almost told him to forget about the condom. But she couldn’t get the words out of her mouth.
“Wait...” Tyler went over to his dresser, riffled through the top drawer. Beneath the socks and the underwear, he found what he was looking for.
“Found one,” he quickly reassured London. He ripped the package open and put it on. It was too tight, but he didn’t care at this point.
“Green?” London was propped on her side, staring at the condom.
“As long as it works, does the color really matter?”
London shook her head; she moved over so he could join her in bed again. He pulled the covers up over their bodies, but when he tried to cover her body with his, she pushed him onto his back playfully. There was an excited spark in her bright blue eyes as climbed on top of him, slipped down onto his erect shaft and moaned gratefully. Tyler groaned loudly and grabbed her hips to push deeper inside her. Moving her hips slowly, London opened her eyes and found Tyler watching her take her pleasure.
She smiled at him in a way she had never smiled at him before. She closed her eyes again, tilted back her head, letting the soft ends of her hair brush across his thighs as she rocked her hips.
“Come on, baby...” Tyler felt her quicken her pace, felt her thigh muscles tighten around him. She was close, so very close.
London’s rhythm became frantic; she gripped his tensed biceps, their bodies locked tightly together, until he saw a look of sheer ecstasy wash over her face. She bit her lip hard to stop herself from crying out as her body finally began to shudder. Witnessing the beautiful sight of London’s climax, Tyler couldn’t hold back any longer. He grabbed her hips, started to thrust harder and deeper, harder and deeper, until he finally exploded inside her for a second time that night.
His heart slamming in his chest from exertion, Tyler opened his eyes