Authors: Synthia St. Claire
“I
couldn’t put my finger on it until I saw you sitting on the end of that pier,
Kat. It was like…” He pressed his body against me and his explorations grew
more intense. I felt his hot breath tickle at the thin skin behind my ear
before his lips closed together and kissed me there. “…like I’d lost someone
that made me feel something
amazing
. Something real…and then I found her
all over again. And now, here you are. With me.”
Our
eyes locked together for a moment and I murmured softly, “And you’re with me.
Finally.”
“You
kind of make me lose control of myself. I’m not used to that.” Shane nibbled on
the side of my neck, pulling open one button of my shirt along the way and
revealing the thin silver chain of the locket I’d thought was lost forever. “But
I sure do like it.”
“I
want you, Shane,” I whispered, begged. “Please. Right now.”
Shane
began undoing the buttons of my shirt one by one, a delicious sort of vengeance
for all the teasing I’d given him. By the time he reached the last one and
flipped my shirt open I was writhing beneath him, grinding achingly against his
thigh. He lowered his head and kissed my belly, slowly raising his head with
each kiss until he reached my lips. Shane’s strong hands found my waist and
gripped there, pinning me in place, and I gave in to him completely.
“Yes,”
I whispered, and touched his forearms which squeezed in like iron bars on
either side. “Now. Oh, Shane.”
Feverish
heat raced up my throat and I blew it out like gusts of steam with each eager
breath. Shane stripped my belt off and then tossed it carelessly aside onto the
dusty floor before quickly undoing the single button at the top of my jeans.
When he moved to take off his shirt, I unclasped my bra and unveiled myself to
him more fully. Warmth encircled my breasts as he cupped them tenderly and
brought his mouth to the rain-damp, slick skin there. He suckled and caressed,
steadily driving me to the brink of insanity. The satisfied growl he let out
told me he was enjoying himself immensely.
I
groaned as I felt his fingers dip into the front of my jeans and slide expertly
under the stringy waistband of my panties. He stroked my entrance, carefully
spreading the slippery folds apart and sending me into orbit. My legs seemed to
open for him on their own accord to give him greater access. At the same time,
the thick fabric was stretched tight across his wrist, capturing him in place.
“I
got you…
mmm
…” I said, barely able to speak at all.
For
a while he put up with this, simply intent on stirring me into a frenzy, and
then finally he removed his hand, lifted my legs up roughly and removed my
boots, and then pulled my jeans off in one swift movement.
There
was a stirring moment of self-consciousness as his gaze left my breasts and he
took all of me in. What would he think of the curving, pink scar along the
inside of my leg? I moved to cover it. Shane took hold of my wrists, held them
in place above my head, and wagged his finger at me.
“Nuh-uh,”
he said. “You’re mine now, Nurse Atwater. Don’t be shy.”
Before
I could even form a response, Shane released me and lay down on his stomach
with his head situated between my legs. I gasped quietly as I felt him hook one
finger in my panties and pull them aside. Totally exposed to him, my pulse
hurried into a rapid, pounding strum in my ears.
As
I felt the soothing, wet warmth of his mouth against me I thought of the storm
outside. What had started as a gentle autumn breeze had grown into a downpour.
My hips lurched in time with his affections while I sensually traced the curves
of my breasts. Whatever stray thoughts or worries remained were soon replaced
by the longing ache for more of him.
He
answered the call. The hammering rain above us seemed muted by my own shallow,
hastened breaths. Electric tingles raced through my body, firing up from
somewhere deep inside my core and racing along every inch of my skin. I reached
forward with both hands and grabbed the back of Shane’s head to drive him
deeper. My legs folded inwards to hold him there, although I tried my best not
to squeeze too hard.
I
felt my belly stiffen, followed quickly by the muscles in my neck as I leaned
forward and strained to greet the overwhelming pleasure. I shut my eyes tight
and bit hard on my lower lip as it rushed in. Shane’s twisting, probing tongue
didn’t stop until my legs fell weakly apart and I reclined back onto the hay,
my face burning.
“Ready?”
He asked and lowered his jeans. My eyes widened and blush filled my cheeks at
the sight of his impressive, erect manhood. He dug into one sagging pocket and
produced a silver, foil-wrapped package, which he tore open with his teeth.
Once he was done preparing himself, I answered by beckoning him closer with my
finger.
Shane’s
body covered mine like a firm, flexing, hot blanket. He positioned himself and
I guided him until a relieved, low moan escaped my lips and I felt him enter
me. My hungry need to be filled by him was being met at long last. After this,
there was no way Shane would be complaining about stress. I surely knew I wouldn’t.
A devilish smile formed across my face as I thought about it.
His
lips found mine as the humid body heat between us mingled. He moved against me
with a slow steadiness that grew in tempo. My hands alternated between digging
into the mattress of hay and touching his beautiful, perfect body. Each muscle
stood out prominently as they supported his weight; the taught, furrowed lines
of them felt like thousands of thin cords of steel arching down his back
beneath my fingertips.
He
pressed on, thrusting harder and pushing my body deeper into the soft hay each
time he came against me. The feeling was incredible. Never in my life had I
experienced such insane pleasure.
“Kat…You’re
amazing,” he said between breaths, which only turned me on even more.
I
soon found myself watching his eyes, which were no longer casual. Even the
soulful depth of them which mesmerized me from the first glance was lost. They
became primal, starved…
delirious
in his carnal pursuit.
We
remained like that for awhile until Shane withdrew and took both of my hands in
his own. “Up,” he said, almost a grunt, and led me to a nearby beam and spun me
with my backside facing him. I never tried anything standing up like this and
threw him a cautious, but excited glance.
“You’ll
like it. Trust me,” he countered my expression.
I
felt the loose tail of my shirt being lifted and then scrunched up around his
thumbs where he held me. One firm hand on my back directed me to bend downwards
and then his grip returned to my waist as he filled me again.
I
held onto the wooden beam for balance and pressed the side of my face against
it. There was no slow and steady to Shane’s pace now. He was getting what he
wanted and he was not about to stop. That was just fine by me.
The
oversensitive feeling that had arrived when Shane was finished tasting me had
vanished. My body began to tingle throughout again, that same delightful sort
of buzz that was a thousand times better than any drink. “
Ooh, don’t stop
,”
I mentally pleaded, “
Make me come again. Do it
.” I began to push back
against him, growing ravenous to reach the same height he’d brought me to
earlier. He might not be able to read my thoughts, but Shane knew what I
wanted.
The
feeling mounted, swelling inside my belly like a growing sphere. Shane’s grip
tightened. His breaths became short and ragged. Each thrust jarred my entire
body and I could only writhe and moan in ecstasy until the sphere of release
ruptured. As I neared my peak the entire world seemed to open, expanding
outwards, with Shane and I encapsulated in the center of it. Then, with my eyes
clenched shut fiercely and every fiber of my being caught in the moment, the
sphere ruptured. Deep, saturating pleasure flooded out and across my skin,
spreading like raging current up my spine and down to my toes, my fingertips,
and into the back of my head.
I
cried out blissfully and hugged the beam so I wouldn’t fall down. A boneless
feeling began to take over and my legs turned to jelly. I could sense Shane
behind me straining harder and his fingertips dug into the supple, forgiving
flesh around my waist. He groaned out, pushed forcefully into me once more, and
shuddered in release.
He
held me there for a moment with his manhood still locked inside before bringing
his hands to my breasts and pulling me lovingly towards him. I turned my head
and our mouths met. My lips thanked him, and then my hands, and then my entire
body as I spun into his arms and felt him slip out. Nearly breathless, we
crashed back down onto the hay together, Shane on his back and me on my side
next to him.
I
don’t know if either of us said even a single word just then. The experience
was still washing over me in heavy waves and my mind was clunking along in a
silly, sex-induced stupor. Tangled up in his arms, I closed my eyes and listened
to the melodic rain against the rooftop as it gradually slowed. We remained
like that for the longest time, sharing only each other and that moment. If I
could have had any wish just then, it would be that it would never end.
When
Shane swept the hair out of my eyes and placed a single kiss on my forehead, I
was roused back from the edge of sleep.
“Hey,”
he whispered softly while rubbing my back. “I think it’s finally stopped
raining.”
“Mmm-hmm,”
I murmured back, listened for a moment, and then snuggled a little closer.
“I’m
sorry, Kat. Did I wake you?”
“No.
I was almost snoozing, though. I was supposed to wear you out, not the other
way around,” I said.
“You
did. Notice how I haven’t moved in like, forever?”
“I
figured you were just being sweet.”
“Oh,
I was,” Shane said, smiling. “But you definitely came through on your promise.
I was paralyzed for a while there.”
I
grabbed his wrist and looked at his watch. There was a crack in a straight line
across the glass and the hands seemed frozen somewhere near noon. “Still
haven’t gotten it fixed, huh?” I asked with a frown and Shane simply shook his
head. “Well, anyway, I think it’s getting close to dinner time. You’re going to
stay aren’t you? Momma has been asking about you.”
“Yeah.
There’s no way I’m missing out on a home-cooked meal this time, Kat. Room
service gets kind of depressing after awhile, you know?”
“Just
a fair warning, it’s my sister Abbey’s turn to cook since we’re taking turns so
mother can have a rest. There’s a fifty-fifty chance that we wind up eating
frozen pizza.”
“Sounds
delicious,” he said, stretching out his arms and yawning tiredly. I felt him
slide out from underneath me and then he stood. I took the opportunity to lie
back and watch his naked form pass through the many slanted beams of fading sun
that streamed in through cracks in the wooden walls.
“Where
the heck is my shirt?” he asked as he wandered around clumsily in the dim
light. I couldn’t help giggling when he scratched his head and then bent over
to sift through the scattered hay on the barn floor like a loveable cave man.
“It’s
right here,” I said and held it up. We’d used it as a sheet to cover our impromptu
mattress. When he tried to grab it, I pulled it away quickly and dangled it
back out in front of him. He reached for it again, but this time I laughed and placed
it behind my back. After a bit of a lightheartedly wrestling match, he finally
pushed me back onto the hay and tickled me until I gave up.
“Ok,
ok, you can have it,” I called out, nearly crying and my face flush with laughter.
“I didn’t expect to be tickled into submission.”
It
was too late, though. He didn’t want the shirt anymore, he wanted more. My
smile evaporated into an open-mouthed expression of bliss and surprise as
Shane’s mouth found my breasts again and he began to lead me back into his
world of pleasure.
My
parents were officially introduced to Shane at dinner that night as more than
just the man who saved my life. No one seemed to mind that we showed up a
little later than I’d intended.
It
felt awkward calling Shane
my boyfriend
because it seemed like he was so
much more than that already. Still, it was the only word I knew that really
applied…and I could use in front of my family. Mother appeared to be quite
happy with the news and kept giving me congratulatory looks – when she wasn’t
trying to force feed Shane another biscuit or an extra serving of peach
cobbler. It turned out that there was no way she was going to let Abbey cook
dinner on a night we had such ‘important company’, so she’d put out a feast that
put most people’s Thanksgiving meals to shame.
The
entire evening went perfectly. Daddy never once went for the gun cabinet. I
think he was just happy that I had apparently moved on and wouldn’t be hassling
him anymore about hiring Hale. He was also pretty interested in Shane’s case
against Patterson Reid, and pumped Shane for as much information as he could
get. In return, Shane asked Daddy all about working a farm. By the end of
dinner, the two men were laughing and talking like long-lost friends.