How to Rope a McCoy (Hell Yeah!) (17 page)

 Standing
before him, vulnerable, Cato felt a sudden flush of shame. Her overgenerous
curves were blatantly displayed. She bowed her head and turned away, her cheeks
reddening, a desire to cry almost overwhelming her.    

Placing
one finger on her chin, he
bade
her look at him.
“Don’t.”

Cato
didn’t look up, didn’t respond. Instead, she drew in on herself, moving an arm
over her breasts and one leg over the other, attempting to hide even a little
bit of her body from his eyes.

“Hell,
no.” Heath moved over, bent down, again lifting her chin. “Cato, stop.”

It
took every ounce of courage she had, but Cato finally looked into his face and
was shocked to see a look of pure desire reflected there. His gaze swept over
her body, taking in every feature. Her nipples beaded at the carnal need she
could see in his eyes.

“I
love your body. If you don’t believe me, look at what you do to me. This isn’t
a response any man can fake.” Stripping off his shorts, he let her see his
need. His cock was erect, thick and long. Cato realized she had made him that
way. Even with her less than perfect body, Heath desired her.

Cato
was enchanted. Heath was in full seduction mode and she was totally at his
mercy. “I’m ready,” she murmured, her head thrown back as he kissed and nibbled
on her throat and collarbone.

“You’re
not quite ready, treasure, but you will be before I’m through.” With trembling
hands, he began to caress her body, allowing himself to rub and touch as much
as he’d dreamed of doing. A woman’s body was such a perfect creation. He let
his fingertips dance over her shoulders and around her breasts—lifting,
weighing, plumping, molding—moves designed to give her pleasure while driving
his own lust off the chart. Then teasing himself as much as he was teasing her,
he let one hungry hand slide down to her mound, the place his cock was
demanding to be. He pushed his fingers between her legs and swirled them
between her labia lips, spreading the cream he found up around her clit. “So
sweet. Before I’m through loving on you, you’ll be drenched and begging me to
take you.”

Cato
whimpered, “I don’t think I can wait.”

“Oh,
yes you can.” Applying gentle pressure to her shoulders, he pushed her back
toward the bed. Her big brown eyes were glazed with desire and a blush had
risen from her breasts to her neck. “Lie down on your tummy, beautiful.”
Knowing he wouldn’t be able to talk to her once she was face down, he prepared
her. “Close your eyes, I’m going to give you a sensual massage. It’s a fantasy
of mine. That all right with you?”

Did
he think she’d say no? “Oh, yes, please.” Cato felt different. She wanted to do
whatever it took to please him. “Is that what you have hidden in the sack?”

“Yes,
unopened jars of body butter I found in Pepper’s bathroom. One is vanilla and
the other is brown sugar. I’m opting for the sugar.” He gave her an almost
chaste kiss on the forehead. “Now, lie down and let me get my clothes off and
I’ll join you.”  

“Don’t
look at my butt.”

Heath
snorted. “I’m not only going to look at your butt, I’m going to touch it, rub
it, taste it—hell, I may bite it.”

Cato
gasped, feeling her heart begin to pound. “Oh, Lord, I’m excited.” The thought
of what Heath was about to do to her made her tremble. What would making love
with him be like? Would it hurt? At this point, she just wanted him, it didn’t
matter. Turning, she crawled on the bed and positioned herself as he asked.
Since she couldn’t hear anything, all she could do was wait and anticipate.
When she felt the bed dip, her breath caught in her throat.

The
sight that met his eyes was one he’d never forget. Cato wasn’t under the
covers. Instead, she was laid out on top like an offering to the gods. There
wasn’t an angle to be seen on her body, everything was a curve, a dip, a
valley, a sensual feminine rise designed to drive a man mad. “Fuck me,” Heath
moaned as he surveyed what was his to enjoy. His cock was strutted with need
and he gave it a sympathetic stroke from base to tip. God, he was going to
enjoy this. 

Cato
had a hard time being still. She started to turn her body over, but a big warm
hand settled on the small of her back, bidding her to be still. Her head was
resting on a pillow facing the bathroom door, she felt removed, vulnerable,
until she noticed the shadows silhouetted on the wall. Oh God, it was almost like
looking in a mirror. She could see everything from her own body lying on the
bed to the outline of Heath’s body as he knelt at the foot of the bed. It was
so erotic—his breadth, the perfect lines of his shoulders, his jutting
manhood—nothing was hidden from her sight. Cato watched him rub his hands
together and held her breath for what was to come.

“God
give me strength,” he muttered. His control was hanging on by a thread, but he
was determined to see to Cato first. The first touch of his hand on her legs
made her jump, so he rubbed her back to reassure her. This was all pure
instinct for him. He had never set out to give a woman a rubdown. He was
beginning to think he’d missed out. Picking up one delicate foot, he rubbed it
between his hands, running his thumb over her arch. When Cato moaned, he knew
he was doing something right. Moving from her foot to her ankle, he admired the
fine bones and smooth muscles. She had beautiful legs.

Cato
watched their figures, the candlelight enhancing the contrast of dark and light
as his hands created magic on her skin. The feel of him massaging her calves,
the back of her thighs, made her want more. Cato parted her legs, giving him
access to her pussy if he wanted it.

Heath
saw her tilt up her delectable ass, wordlessly inviting him to skip the
preliminaries. But that wasn’t the plan. To appease her, he bent and nipped one
plump hip. She let out a startled little yelp which ended in a throaty moan
when he began kneading the trembling flesh of her epic little ass. Heath
scooted up her body so he could rub her back. She didn’t lie back down flat.
Cato kept pushing backward, raising her bottom to him like she was in heat. And
he hoped she was, he sure as hell knew the feeling. Their bodies were fitting
together like puzzle pieces when he noticed that his cock was at the perfect
angle to nestle into the cleft of her pussy—not penetrating but sandwiched
between her labia lips. Not one to miss an opportunity, he began flexing his
hips, moving up and down, nudging her cherry clit with every stroke. Damn, it
felt so good, he almost bellowed.

“Heath!”
she exclaimed, clutching the sheet. Ripples of sheer excitement were tingling
up and down her body. If she didn’t get to touch him soon, she’d faint. “Can’t
I turn over? I want you inside me.”

His
cock was being bathed in her juices, so he knew his tactics were working.
Still, he wasn’t through. “Not yet.” He put his hand on her back again, showing
her she needed to stay where she was. Heath couldn’t help but notice that her
back was a thing of beauty—so smooth, the line of her spine a kissable valley
in the silken expanse. With palms and fingers, he showed her how he felt,
stroking, rubbing, kneading her delicate frame until she was panting and
whimpering.

“Please,
please, please…” Her eyes were closed, so the first touch of his lips on hers
caused Cato’s eyes to spring open. He was bent over her, his body covering
hers. “You can turn over now, beautiful.”

“Oh,
yes, good,” she breathed, allowing him to maneuver her the way he wanted her to
be. Once she was on her back, there was no hiding her body’s response to him.
She knew he could tell she was turned on—her skin was flushed and she was
panting with desire. “What are you doing to me?”

“Giving
you pleasure,” he answered simply.

Cato
was overwhelmed. He was all she could see. Hands on either side of her face,
arms stiff, his big body hovering over hers, covering her from head to toe like
a large lion dominating his prey. “I need you so much.” She took both hands and
moved them over his chest, scratching it lightly with her nails. “Why are you
making me wait?”

“Trust
me, you’ll be glad I did.” He sat back, straddling her and reapplied oil on his
hands. “I still have some work to do.” Beginning at her throat, he rubbed the
back of her neck and her shoulders until Cato was limp in his hands. The only
thing betraying her stimulated state was the way her breasts were swollen, the
nipples puffy and distended. Heath could only resist them so long. First, he
worked them with his hands, pushing her tits together and rubbing the nipples
with his thumbs in a circular motion. This caused her to groan and Heath
couldn’t stop his hips from moving, rubbing his cock sensuously over her mound.
He kept at it, plucking her nipples, tweaking and twisting them, the little
taste of erotic pain only increasing her pleasure.

Cato
couldn’t stand it any longer. She was past the point of coherent thought.
Reaching up, she took Heath’s nipples between her fingers and repaid him in
kind. As she did this, she parted her legs as much as she could and arched her
back, tilting up her pussy in invitation. “Please?”

“Almost,
baby.” Heath moved to one side and lay down by her. “You want me, don’t you?”

She
never knew he asked the question, but he knew the answer. Pressing his mouth to
hers, he coaxed her lips open, mapping the inside of her mouth with his tongue.
Heath prayed she was ready. If he didn’t get inside of her soon, he was going
to spontaneously combust and spill his seed against her thigh. Cato grabbed him
by the hair and kissed him back voraciously. And when she arched her back,
rubbing her tits against his chest, Heath dipped his hand between her legs,
relieved to find her pussy drenched with passion. She moaned when he passed his
fingers over her soft, silky flesh. Cato’s pleasure driving his, Heath pushed
two fingers up into her sheathe, working them in and out. Her little pussy
clenched on his fingers, as if she wanted him so much she couldn’t stand it.
“God, you’re tight, baby. You want me, don’t you?” She nodded her head, biting
that lower lip again. Lord, the woman was going to drive him to drink.

Cato
watched him open the drawer of the bedside table and take out a condom. “We’ll
talk birth control soon. If we’re going to be together a while, I sure would
like to ride you bareback. And you don’t have to worry about me. I haven’t
taken a woman without a condom since…”

She
knew he was referring to his fiancée. Cato sought to reassure him. His semi-crude
statement about riding her had sent an electric zap to her clit. “You don’t
have to use one, I trust you. I’m on the pill, l was getting prepared.”

“God,
yes.” Just thinking about sliding into her creamy cunt without latex between
them made his cock pulse and jump with need.

“You’re
really big.”

Heath
tossed the condom to one side. “Nothing for you to be nervous about, your body
was designed for this.” Kneeling at her side, he palmed her breasts, kneading
the tender globes and milking the nipples. “God, I love your tits.” He loved a
lot of things about her and the fact that she was staring at his cock like it
was  one of the seven wonders of the world wasn’t hurting anything either.
His cock loved attention and it hadn’t been getting near enough of it
lately. 

“Heath,
please.” Cato was leaning back on her elbows, eyes shining with trust, her
thighs spread wide open in absolute surrender.

Heath
fought back the urge to whisper sweet nothings to her. That could come later.
Right now lust was clawing at him, his cock was throbbing, begging for
attention. Positioning himself between her legs, he took his dick in hand and
dragged the tip up and down her slit, teasing them both. When she was mewling
in need, Heath placed the head of his member against her small opening and
pushed between the pink folds. Mercy, she was so tight, so hot. He
stopped.     

Cato
jerked, her nails biting into his shoulders. The reality of Heath’s body
merging with her own was overpowering.

It
had been too long since he’d felt the heaven of a woman’s hot moist pussy and
never one this hungry, this grasping. She was clutching at him, clamping down
on him. The sensation was blinding him with pleasure. It took everything he had
to resist pulling out and ramming in until he was buried to the hilt. No, he
had to go slow. “Relax, baby. Let me in.”

Oh,
she wanted to. There was just so much of him. Lifting her hips, she sought to
take him deeper. “I’m trying.”

The
slick tender squeeze of her inner muscles almost pushed him over the edge
before they’d even started and he placed a hand on her waist. “Be still, you’re
lethal to my control.” A quivering uncertain smile came over her face and he
had to fight down a wave of tenderness, Heath knew emotions like that were off
limits in this temporary arrangement they had.

Cato
could see tiny beads of sweat on his upper lip and suddenly she wanted to
comfort him. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she lifted her legs to
clasp him around the waist. “I won’t break. I’ve used toys. They just weren’t
as big as you. Take me, I’ll die if you don’t.”

Her
unconditional submission brought his own surrender. He dipped his head and
stole a kiss, a ravenous kiss, wanting to inhale and consume all of the
unexpected sunshine and sweetness she was bringing to his life. When she began
to respond, to return his kiss, to pull his hair, to undulate her hips beneath
his, Heath’s resolve broke. It was time to take, to claim, to own. He started
slow, rocking his hips, begging entrance. She panted beneath him, her body damp
and pink. “Open up, baby.” Desperate, he kept nudging her, riding her, putting
just enough pressure on her mound and clit to make her melt, open herself up
and allow him to take them both to the heights of ecstasy. “Are you with me?”