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my mouth again and she was massaging me, rhythmically squeezing the length of my clitoris between the folds of my own swollen flesh.
    Aching to come, I gripped her ass and attacked her tongue, sucking and tugging on it. Her thighs trembled against mine and a rush of hot slickness coated my leg. She was close to coming. I whimpered as her thumb pressed the base of my clitoris and worked the distended shaft in short hard circles against my pubic bone. Still she kept my sex clamped in her fist. I jerked my mouth away from hers.
    â€œLet me come, damn you.”
    Her eyes were nearly closed, her chest heaving as her hips pistoned, grinding her sex into me. Out of nowhere, I pictured her riding onto the grounds again, her thighs clenching and relaxing, her pelvis lifting and falling. So strong, so proud, so utterly beautiful.
    â€œWait,” I exclaimed, pushing her away with more strength than I thought I had. I dropped to my knees. “I want you to ride my face until you come in my mouth.”
    She thrust her arms straight out against the wall and spread her legs, pushing herself toward my mouth. “Hurry. Suck my clit. Hurry.”
    I spread her open with my thumbs, and the water streamed down the hard planes of her belly around the up-thrust prominence of her deep red clit. She was so swollen the hood had
retracted, and I closed my lips around the smooth, firm head and sucked. She cried out and her hips heaved. I kept her open with one hand and wrapped the other arm around her, holding her against my mouth. Her clit was already pulsing with the first surge of orgasm, but I wasn’t going to let her off with a short ride. She was going to go until the buzzer. I felt her come against my lips and never stopped swirling my tongue around her, sucking her, shaking my head from side to side with her clit in my mouth.
    â€œYou’re gonna make me come again,” she muttered, her voice barbed-wire tight.
    I murmured yes and milked her clit with my lips and she came on me, in me. I spread my legs as she slumped to her knees; then I was straddling her, my clit against her stomach, rubbing, rubbing, working myself over those hard abs. Oh, so close.
    â€œI want to come so bad,” I whimpered, barely remembering not to clutch onto her injured shoulder. I cupped my own breasts instead, twisting my nipples to make my clit tingle and go off. Pressure built in my clit and spread into my belly and down my legs. Not long now. Not long. I grabbed for my clit to finish it, and she brushed my hand aside. Her fingers closed on me and I looked down, my vision blurring, and saw her long, work-roughened fingers rolling and pulling my clit. Then her other hand was there, filling me. Too much. Too good. I came all over her hands.
    â€œSweet,” she murmured. “So fucking sweet.”
    I didn’t say anything, I couldn’t. I just curled up in her arms while the warm water rolled over us. After a few minutes, we staggered out and I found a towel and gently dried her face.
    â€œI need to put some more ointment on these scrapes,” I said, my voice sounding huskier than normal. “I want you to know I’ve never done anything quite like this, and I don’t believe I’ve ever come so hard.”

    â€œI like the sounds of the last part.” She grinned and kissed me.
    â€œTurn around. I want to see your back.” As I carefully blotted the skin around the large abrasion, I said as casually as I could, “You’ll be moving on to the next town on the circuit soon, won’t you.”
    She looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes going midnight again. “One of the best parts about being free is you don’t have to leave to prove it.”
    â€œWell,” I said, trailing my fingers over her mouth, “I hope you feel free to come back anytime then.”
    When she kissed me, I knew she’d be back, and I finally understood what was so damn sexy about cowboys. When they