Forbidden Cowboy (2 page)
Authors: K. Lyn
Samantha parted her legs in anticipation of her lover. The head of Joe’s cock skillfully parted the sweet pussy lips, and he expertly slid his full thickness up and down several times between them. Samantha shifted toward him, wanting him to enter her. When he was certain that she was ready for him, he held her hips and slowly entered her. Samantha opened her eyes. She had to see this man’s initial reaction to being inside of her. Joe’s eyes were closed and Samantha knew that the feeling was just as amazing for him as it was for her. Joe being inside her was everything that Samantha could have wanted and more. He moved faster and Samantha lifted her legs and wrapped them around him. She pushed down as he moved, searching for that climax that was to come.
Joe wrapped a strong hand around Samantha’s thigh and rotated her body just slightly. That was it. He had found Samantha’s clit with his cock. As he moved, Samantha felt her body react like it never had before. “Samantha,” he groaned, and the young woman could not hide her own pleasure at the sound of his. Her breathing came fast as her pleasure continued to build. Joe’s thrusts were hard and quick and then he slowed his movements to give her more of what her body craved.
Samantha had never had a lover like Joe. “Joe,” she screamed, and he pressed firmly against her. She climaxed more than once that night for the first time in her life. She had no idea that anything could feel this good. Sex with this forbidden man was amazing.
After he knew that the young woman he wanted only for himself was satiated, Joe plunged deeply and he held onto Samantha as the sweet release washed over him. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he, too, experienced something deeper than orgasm that night. No other woman had made him feel this way. He could barely catch his breath as he lay on top of her. He wrapped his body around her as if he were a blanket.
Samantha felt like laughing, shouting, and crying all at the same time. It was as if she were riding a lightning fast rollercoaster of emotions. She felt the tears forming and she couldn’t stop them. She closed her eyes hoping to suppress them, but they trickled slowly out from beneath her eyelids and down her face. She wrapped her arms tightly around Joe and tried to bury her face in his armpit. She didn’t want him to know. What is wrong with me? Joe turned toward her to get more comfortable and although she had turned her head away from him, he watched the tears fall one by one from her eyes.
“Samantha?”
“Yes?”
“You okay?”
“I’m fine.”
He kissed her neck and waited a few minutes before asking, “Then why the tears?”
“I don’t know.”
Joe loosened his hold on his young lover and leaned up. He smoothed her hair and gently caressed her face. He made no attempt to leave her or to remove that part of him that remained deep inside of her. He was inside the woman he had wanted for years and he was not ready, nor willing to leave. “Samantha, look at me.”
Samantha slowly opened her eyes and tried to look at Joe through the haze that the tears had left. He wiped the tears as they fell. “Did I put those there?”
“No.”
“Come on, Sam. It’s me. Is it guilt, remorse, the crazy hormones of women?”
Samantha forced a small laugh.
Joe lowered down to rest on Sam again. He kissed her cheek and laid his head on the bed. “Talk to me, Sam. You know that I will not let you go until we talk this out.”
“I know,” she said with a sniffle.
“Are you disappointed? Were you expecting fireworks?”
Samantha playfully smacked him on the arm. “You know me better than that. I don’t have my head in the clouds.”
Joe gently stroked her face, thankful that he had at least gotten her to talk.
“You want the truth?”
He laughed at her question before getting serious. “I expect nothing but the truth, Sam.”
She knew that he did expect the truth from her and she also knew that he could tell when she was lying. “I guess I thought I could do this and then walk away.”
“And you want more?”
She whispered, “I guess so.”
Joe knew this would happen. He should have put on the brakes. He should have said no. He leaned up and held the youthful face firmly between his hands. “Sam, there is nothing I would like better than to be with you, but have you any idea what we would be up against?”
The only part of what Joe had just said that was heard by the young woman was that her dream man wanted her. Nothing else mattered to her. “We could keep it a secret. We could be a secret, you and I, our own private affair.”
“You are a hopeless romantic, Sam, and I am hopelessly in love with you.” He kissed her gently on the lips. “Our own private affair, is that what we would be?”
“If that’s what it takes,” she whispered. The young woman was clearly in the midst of her post-adolescent idealistic phase, thinking that anything was possible. “You and I are fearless, Joe. We can take on the world.”
“I’ll make a deal with you, Sam. We can do this for as long as you are comfortable with it, okay?”
“Sounds a little one-sided, Joe. What happens if you get tired of it, of me, of our arrangement?”
“That isn’t what I said. I said ‘comfortable’, but what are you going to do if Mom or Dad figures out one day that your car has been at my place for the entire night?”
“I don’t care. It’s not like we are doing something illegal. Your father is my great uncle, not my uncle.”
Joe wrapped the ends of Samantha’s hair around his fingers. “That’s some justification, Sam. You will do anything to find a justification for us, won’t you?”
“Even if I have to manufacture one,” she admitted, running her fingertips through the softness of his beard.
Joe kissed her passionately, like a lover, and he hoped that this would be the first of many nights the young woman’s car remained overnight at his house in the country where it, as well as Samantha, belonged.
~K. Lyn~
