“Rachel. Can you hear me, honey?” he asked her, touching her shoulder lightly.
He saw her stir and relief flooded his body. When she turned her head toward him and opened her eyes, he could see that she was fully aware even if she looked somewhat confused.
“Sam?” she asked tiredly. “What’s wrong?” She reached out and touched his arm, holding on to the bulging muscle of his forearm as he knelt down beside her, his face pale.
“Thank God,” he whispered, turning his body to sit beside her with a thump, taking his cowboy hat off and rubbing across his forehead with the back of his forearm.
Rachel sat up beside him quickly and draped her arm across his back. “What happened?” she asked him worriedly, touching his chest lightly as she leaned into his body, her breasts rubbing against his arm as she snuggled closer.
He turned to look at her, his ice blue eyes settling on her soft brown ones and closing briefly before opening them to stare into the warm depths of hers once again. He dropped his hat beside him and covered the hand she held against his chest with his own.
“You scared the living daylights out of me,” he told her honestly.
“Me? Why?” she asked, surprised.
“When I saw you lying on the ground, not moving, I thought you had fainted, or something worse.”
“I’m fine,” she assured him, smiling as she snuggled into his shoulder, kissing it lightly.
“Are you sure?”
“Of course. I was just resting. It’s so nice by the water. The sounds of the rushing stream always relax me.”
“You’re tired, honey?”
“Yes. I’m tired. Something has been using up all my strength lately,” she teased.
“Something, huh?” he asked, his voice dropping seductively. He reached out and touched her cheek lightly then traced a line down her neck, across her shoulder to her full breasts, cupping one lightly and squeezing before leaning in for a slow kiss.
Rachel moaned into his mouth, causing the familiar tightening in his body. When she lowered her hand from his chest to the swelling in his pants and squeezed lightly he couldn’t help but groan into her mouth.
“Rachel McCoy, you get your pretty little backside up into that camper right now before I rip all your clothes off right here and bury myself deep inside of you,” he told her huskily, looking down at her with such intensity that she had no doubt that he would do just that.
She smiled at him shyly, leaned forward to kiss his parted lips briefly, and stood beside him. Backing her way up the small incline, watching him as he rose from his seated position, she couldn’t help but laugh softly as she watched him bend down to retrieve his hat, place it on his head, and walk slowly toward her to follow her up the hill. She couldn’t help feel a rush of excitement as she realized the power she had over her husband. She loved it.
She never broke her gaze from his. By the time they reached the top of the incline his shirt was completely unbuttoned and pulled from the waist of his jeans. He took off his cowboy hat and threw it into the camper, stepped up behind her and reached out to pull open the material of her soft pink shirt. Buttons flew everywhere unheeded. His deft hands made short work of removing her bra until it joined the ripped material of her blouse on the floor.
He turned and locked the camper door securely behind them then turned back to face her, reaching out to remove the last piece of clothing that shielded her body from him. Before he could touch her jeans, she reached out to halt his hands. She turned her back to him, unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them and her underwear down her hips all the way to her ankles, giving him a nice view of her naked backside. She smiled at the intake of breath she heard behind her. Just what she had hoped for.
As she toed off her sneakers, stepped out of her clothes, and kicked the garments aside, she could hear his own jeans being unzipped and pulled from his body. Before she could turn around, his strong hands grabbed her hips and his body bent hers forward over the table.
He kissed her neck, her shoulders, her arms, trailing his lips down her back to the beautiful ass that teased him with every movement she made. She had no idea how much he loved her ass. As he knelt behind her, he pulled her toward him and kissed each cheek, tenderly sucking at each one before spreading them and finding the throbbing moisture that awaited him.
She moaned as his tongue delved into the waiting wetness of her already dripping pussy, gasping as she felt him push two fingers into her while his other hand found the swollen nub that was already pulsing in anticipation. Spreading her wetness across the sensitive spot, he circled it slowly before pressing into it and demanding her release.
When her knees buckled beneath her, he stood and rested her weight on his thickly muscled thighs. He took hold of his aching shaft and guided it into the dripping valley that awaited him, groaning in pure pleasure as he buried himself deeply inside her body. Her soft whimpers of pleasure encouraged him, and he started moving within her, slowly pumping in and out at first then quickening until he thought he would burst from the sensation.
Rachel gripped the table, wanting to move against him but unable to find the strength in her limbs to do anything but lie there. He leaned into her neck and bit down lightly.
“I want to take your ass, baby,” he whispered.
Rachel gasped at his words, her eyes flashing open in surprise. Her body clamped down on his cock as desire raced through her. She wanted that, too.
“Yes,” she whispered, smiling at the sudden growl that left him and vibrated against her shoulder.
He leaned back, slowly pumping in and out of her body as he spread her ass cheeks and circled her puckered star with the pad of his thumb. He smiled as she moaned her pleasure, never stopping the gentle pressure against her back hole.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for a while,” he told her gruffly.
“You’ve got to work on telling me things, Sam,” she told him, smiling when she heard his soft laughter.
“I promise I’ll tell you every one of my desires,” he said after a moment, pulling his hand away and reaching for the bottle of lube that he had placed on the sink.
Rachel heard the soft snick of the bottle and smiled, thinking about the day Sam had bought the lube and brought it home. She had been wondering when it was going to be part of their lovemaking experience. She wasn’t going to have to wait any longer.
Sam poured a healthy dollop of lube over Rachel’s puckered star, rubbing it around the small opening with the pad of his thumb. He continued circling the entrance, pouring more lube and pressing it deep into her body with his two thumbs, opening her and stretching her carefully.
“Am I hurting you, baby?” he asked when he heard her moan.
“No. More,” she told him on a groan.
Sam smiled and poured more lube onto the partially stretched opening, adding one finger, then two, pressing deep until her muscles relaxed and allowed his four fingers entrance. Pressing his hand deep, he groaned as his fist entered her slowly and her body took him to his wrist. The erotic picture of it and the tight constriction it put on his cock as it was pressed deep within her pussy made him moan.
“Tell me you’re okay, baby,” he begged her.
“I’m good,” she whispered. “So full.”
Carefully pumping his hand deep, he pulled it out of Rachel’s body slowly. Easing his hips back, he looked down at his cock that was glistening from Rachel’s desire. He poured a healthy amount of lube down its length, wrapping his hand around his thickness to spread the viscous fluid evenly. Taking firm hold of his shaft, he placed it at Rachel’s back entrance. He pressed forward and groaned as her body took him deep and swallowed him to the hilt.
He breathed heavily as he leaned forward and kissed her shoulder lightly. He could feel her body relaxing, and he waited a moment until the stranglehold on his cock eased. Pulling his hips back slowly, he dragged his cock from her tight hole and pushed back in, smiling at the moan that left both of them.
“Okay, baby?” he whispered.
“Yes.”
Rachel’s voice was soft, but he could hear the passion in it. He pulled out again and pressed forward, beginning a slow plunge and retreat. Reaching beneath Rachel, he wrapped his right arm around her body just below her breasts and pulled her up to hold her tightly against his chest.
He continued to pump his hips slowly, reaching down with his left hand to gather Rachel’s juices and circle her throbbing clit. He bit down on her shoulder as he pumped harder into her body, pressing firmly on her clit and groaning as he heard her gasp and call out his name as she came apart.
He pumped into her three more time, holding tight against her as his orgasm raced through him, his cock jerking within her with each pulsing release, and he filled her ass with his hot seed. He held her tightly as each throb of his cock sent more cum deep inside of her. He felt the firmness of her clit beneath his palm and cupped her tightly, knowing any movement against her swollen button would be too much.
It took a while before their breathing wasn’t so labored and their bodies had stopped shaking from the intensity of their orgasms. Easing his cock out of Rachel with tender care, he smiled as he saw the seed that dripped from her body. He felt almost primal in his satisfaction. He wanted his seed filling his woman all the time. He wanted his seed creating life within her body, and he wasn’t ashamed for his possessive feelings at all. Rachel was his.
He eased her forward to help her lie flat on the table. Taking a soft cloth from the counter, he wet it thoroughly and wiped Rachel clean, smiling at the hum of pleasure he heard escaping her. Once he was satisfied that she had been taken care of, he quickly cleaned his cock and dropped the cloth into the sink before turning Rachel to pull her into his embrace.
“Feel good, honey?” he asked as he saw the lazy smile that she gave him.
“That was interesting,” she said softly, laughing when she saw the grin on Sam’s face.
“Do you think you might want to do that again?” he asked gently. He traced the delicate arch of her eyebrow with the pad of his left thumb to gently caress the crescent birthmark at the corner of her eye.
“Yes,” she whispered, turning into his hand and kissing his palm lightly, blushing slightly as she smelled the scent of her sex on his hand.
“Why are you blushing, baby?”
“Because I can smell myself on your hand,” she told him.
Sam smiled and leaned forward to rest his forehead against hers. “You smell good and you taste good, wife,” he whispered. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
Sam felt Rachel’s hands sliding through his hair at his temples and smiled at the tender kisses she was trailing across his jawline and cheek. When he lifted his head to look down at her, he couldn’t help but smile. He kissed her mouth lightly, unable to speak.
Rachel gazed up at him, happy to see the warm tenderness that his eyes held for her. Maybe someday he would be able to speak the words to tell her that he loved her. For now, she was content that he showed her every day just how much he enjoyed her and cherished her.
Being married to Sam was the best thing that had ever happened to her. The times they shared were fun, caring, and loving. It was a good life. Hell, it was a great life!
“Rachel, where are you off to?” Sam called to her as she stepped down from the camper and was about to turn the corner toward the campsites.
Rachel turned to face him and smiled at the sight of him wiping his sweaty chest with a towel. He had been cutting wood all morning and was covered with a sheen of perspiration.
“Hey, handsome,” she said to him, smiling as he stood before her. Her gaze swept his body appreciatively before they sought out his laughing eyes. “Thanks for the show this morning.”
“Show?” he asked confused.
“A pretty awesome show, Sam,” she answered, her own eyes dancing with merriment. “I’ve been watching you from the camper all morning while you were chopping wood.”
Sam laughed and threw the towel into the open camper door. “So you like what you saw?” he teased.
She stepped toward him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She breathed in the scent of him, closing her eyes with pleasure as she licked at his sweaty chest and circled his nipple with her tongue before clamping down on it gently with her teeth. She squeaked with surprise as his arms tightened around her and pulled her to him.
“Rachel,” he warned. “If you keep that up we’ll have to go shopping for clothes for you because I’ll be ripping everything from your body.” He looked down at her, his eyes holding promise despite the twinkle of teasing that was there.
“You wouldn’t dare,” she challenged him, laughing.
“Try me,” he told her huskily, reaching up to hold her face between his two hands, weaving his fingers into the silky tresses of her hair and leaning forward to kiss her gently.
She pulled back from him slightly and smiled up at him. “Any time,” she promised, winking, laughing at the groan that escaped him. “I have something to do first.” She pulled out of his embrace reluctantly.
“What?”
“I’m going to go and close up my tent and pack up all my things. Now that Stan and Gwen are gone, we shouldn’t be wasting a site with my stuff. When I get back you better lay down and get comfortable because you won’t have any strength left when I finish with you,” she teased, more serious than not.