Farmer Wants a Wife: Love and Friendship, Book 3 by Shelley Munro

juices, then she was flying, the rush of sensation making her cry out. She shuddered as he kept teasing more vibrations from her needy flesh.
    Susan pushed weakly at his shoulders, her clitoris tender now that she’d climaxed.
    Tyler understood her silent message and stood. Without taking his gaze from her, he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. He must have taken his shoes off earlier before she’d arrived, and now he peeled off his socks and shucked his trousers and underwear in one efficient move. Boxer-briefs. She beamed in approval.
    With long strides, he reached his bag and crouched to retrieve something from the side pocket. Condoms. He turned fully and she scored her first real visual. Broad chest, the perfect amount of dark hair to emphasize his masculinity. Narrow hips and the enticing ripple of muscles. Her mouth watered, and she couldn’t wait to explore. Then there was his cock—thick and in full bloom, the head ruddy and swollen. A little shimmy worked through her and settled low at the thought of Tyler filling her pussy.
    When he reached the bed, he ripped open the packet and grabbed a condom. Seconds later, he rose over her. She welcomed his solid weight and the freedom to touch him. No surplus flesh on his body. The man was gorgeous, his chest still tan from long days of working shirtless in the sun. Or at least that was what she presumed.
    “Okay?”
    She smiled. “If I felt any better, my heart wouldn’t handle the strain.”
    He guided his cock to her entrance and impaled her with the broad head. “God, that feels good.”
    From her end too. She closed her eyes and gripped his shoulders, canting her hips and silently encouraging him to fully slide into her wet, needy depths. She wanted to feel him stretching her inner muscles, to hear his grunts as he strove for pleasure.
    He pulled back and glided into her again, going deeper. “God, Susan.” His large frame shuddered as he withdrew. “I can’t go slow.” Even as he said the words, his shoved into her with one hard thrust, pushing her into the mattress. He groaned and shafted her with several rapid strokes before freezing in place, face contorted in a mask of pleasure. His orgasm seemed to thunder through him, and his cock jerked with explosive contractions.
    Susan held him through his climax, receiving a dose of pleasure even though she hadn’t come again. The way he’d grabbed for every sensation and his muscles bunched then heaved in a convulsive manner made her feel special, needed.
    “I guess I’ve just proved I’m alive.” Tyler levered up and away and smiled ruefully. “I’m sorry about that.”
    She brushed his cheek and smiled up at him. “We have the rest of the night. Simultaneous orgasms are a myth anyway.”
    “I beg to differ. We’ll have to make you a believer.” He disposed of the condom. Uncaring of his nakedness, Tyler ambled over to the room service tray, lifted a silver dome and gave a grunt of approval. Susan studied the long lines of his body, the curve of his butt and wished he was close enough for her to take a bite. A shiver slid over her and she grabbed the nearest article of clothing—Tyler’s gray shirt.
    “I like looking at you.”
    Tyler turned, his teeth a flash of white as he opened a bottle of champagne. “Yeah?”
    Her heart did a little change up in speed. “It would be better if you came closer. I wanna touch, take a bite or two.”
    “Someone told me we have all night.” He filled two glasses with champagne and handed one to her.
    Susan accepted the glass and took a sip. “Nice. I’ll need food as well if I’m going to drink this.”
    “Got that covered.” He set down his glass and wandered over to grab a plate of sandwiches. “We have ham sandwiches and strawberries and chocolate sauce for dessert.”
    “Yum.” Susan propped two pillows against the headboard and nibbled on a ham sandwich. She hadn’t eaten much of her dinner, nerves doing a number on her stomach.