Shades of Grey (11 page)

She tightened her hold around his neck. He walked slowly, and she didn’t think about her naked body exposed to the air or the fact that a naked man was carrying her naked ass upstairs.

The movements made his cock jolt, still seated inside her, and now, like in all of those cheesy romance books she’d read in her teens, her pussy was starting to become accustomed to his size and length.

In her bedroom, he walked them to the side of the bed. “I’m going to lay you down. Do this the way it should have been done for your first time.”

“Don’t leave me.” Sarah held him in place with her arms, at the same time clamping her legs to stop him leaving her. “Don’t pull out.” She may have been in pain with the first thrust, but already her body was awakening to something more. She had a feeling, if he withdrew then pushed into her afresh, she’d go through that burn again. She rubbed her clit against his pubis, the fine hairs teasing every delightful pull inside her body.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He laid a kiss on the corner of her mouth.

She smiled to show him she was all right. “It’s okay. Please…” The discomfort was easing, the pain bearable now, and her smile turned wicked. “Fuck me, foreman.” Her dark side was coming forth, giving her the courage to continue. She didn’t have any prior practice in this area but reading a few soppy romances seemed to have helped.

He chuckled, making his cock lunge further inside her now-dripping channel. Sarah gasped, thrusting down to meet him. He manoeuvred them onto the bed.

“That’s it, Sarah, show me how much you want me,” he dared.

She was never one to turn down a challenge. Sarah moved her hips, dancing underneath him, using all of the knowledge she’d gained from books and the odd few documentaries as well. As embarrassing as it was to admit, watching the horses mate around breeding time was coming to good use. She cried out when he moved up, taking her hips in his hands and pushing himself fully into her.

Quickly, he shifted them around so he lay beneath her. The change of position increased the burn in her channel, and she sucked in a breath as his tip pushed into something tender at the top.

“Ride me,” he commanded, holding her waist, lifting her up and down, showing her what he wanted her to do.

Sarah followed his lead, watching and learning, her body coming alight under his experienced hands.

“Touch your breasts for me.”

Nervous, but at the same time exhilarated, wanting to do whatever he asked, she touched her full mounds. Using her fingertips, she circled each nipple, thrumming and stroking. He pressed one hand to her stomach and, inch by glorious inch, moved it down until two of his fingers touched her swollen nub. She arched her back, the pleasure consuming her once his fingers continued to stroke the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Come for me, Sarah?”

Her body tightened, her inner walls clenching around him, bliss beginning in her clit then growing to a full-on assault of raging pleasure. It spread, and she was hard pressed to keep riding him, unused to coping with two things like this at once. She moved her hands from her breasts and tucked them beneath him, holding his ass as the wave of pleasure completely took over, driving her crazy. He circled his hips, cock plunging, and continued caressing her clit. The dual sensation of his cock and fingers was more than she could handle. She dug her nails into his skin, clawing at him the moment the peak of her climax washed over her.

Sarah couldn’t see, couldn’t think past the bolts of lust striking her. He worked her clit past the climax, demanding more from her body. She opened her legs wider, allowing him room to drive harder and faster.

He reached down and pulled her hands free, taking them in his and holding them above her head in one hand. He took one of her legs and pulled it higher against his body, her knee nestled close to his armpit. The scissor effect almost had her crying out at the quick stab of pain in her cunt, but she gritted her teeth and rode through it—determined, as with everything else she did, to get through this her way and without showing weakness. She fucked him hard and fast and didn’t have time to come down from one climax before she was hurtling headlong into another release from her clit rubbing his coarse hairs, the sensations stronger and more powerful than before.

“Please, Travis,” she begged as she came down from the high, but she didn’t know what she was begging for, what she wanted. Did she want him to stop?

It felt so good with his dick inside her.

Travis kissed her, sweat shining on his skin, and, by instinct, Sarah knew he was about to climax. His cock throbbed, seemed to grow in width and length for a breath-hitching moment, and he rolled his eyes. His body jerked, no longer controlled by him, and became a mass of movement.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled.

With a final thrust down, Sarah felt his cock pulsing, then his seed exploding. Wet heat flooded her as his climax continued to spurt.

“Jesus, fuck!” he said, gripping her waist, fingertips pressing into her flesh. “Stop, honey. Please stop. I can’t…”

She eased to a halt, looking down at him, worried she’d hurt him or had done something wrong.

He looked up at her. “It’s okay, honey. I’m just tender. You’ll learn when to stop, because I plan on us doing this a whole lot more. God, woman, you fuck like a dream.”

She smiled, so damn pleased with herself, and braced for more pain as she lifted off him. Thankfully, it was just soreness from being stretched, and she settled by his side where they rested, panting in each other’s arms.

* * * *

Sarah woke when Travis carried her through to the bathroom, her heart melting upon seeing light from several candles burning around the tub. The sweet scent of bath soaps filled the air.

“You didn’t have to do this,” she whispered, nuzzling his neck, wondering how she’d got so goddamn lucky.

“I wanted to. You deserve the world.” He lowered her into the bath, turning on some soothing music to play in the background.

Moments later, he climbed in and settled behind her, his arms circling her waist. She let her head fall back on to his shoulder.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked.

She shook her head, too busy looking around and trying not to over-think all of his hard work. It would be so easy to love this man…

Her heart stuttered. It wouldn’t
be
so easy—it
was
easy. She didn’t understand how it had happened but it had. Maybe she’d grown to love him over the past year, confusing that emotion with friendship. She looked down into the bubble-soaked water and knew her heart was owned, and would only ever be owned, by this man.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I never meant to hurt you. I had no idea…”

Sarah, shocked by her thoughts, jolted at his words. “You didn’t hurt me, Travis. On the contrary, you finally made me
feel
.”

It was the truth. Before Travis Williams had entered her life she’d been a shell of a woman and now she was alive and ready for more.

“Let me care for you?” he asked, taking a cloth and dropping it into the water.

Sarah moaned. She couldn’t bear to talk and allow her long-held emotions to close round the moment and strangle it. She knew Travis cared, but with the opening of her heart, she knew it would terrify her to let him know what she was thinking and feeling too soon. To be vulnerable to anyone would be the hardest thing in the world. What would she do if she was to wake up alone now? To find out all Travis wanted was a quick tumble with the ice-queen ranch owner? That it had all been a deliberate ruse, with him using her as she’d feared? She was young, she was sure she would get over it if this turned out to be true, but would her life ever be the same?

She watched him move from her back to between her legs, leaning her head against the bath tub. He took the cloth in one hand and her foot in the other and lathered her leg and insole with warm, soapy water. She groaned at the touch, lifting her leg as he followed the cloth all the way up and down. Once one leg was thoroughly washed and cleansed he moved on to the other. She’d never dreamt it was possible to become aroused while someone washed her. Every time he turned his gaze on her, she didn’t know how to explain the tight heat in her stomach and her cunt, shooting from those points and throughout her body.

“What are you doing?” she asked, gasping when the devil of a cloth touched right against her heat.

He replaced the wet fabric with his hand, his thumb pressing on her pulsing womanhood while his fingers sought the entrance to her pussy.

“I don’t want you to stop thinking about me,” he said, thrusting two fingers inside. “I want to be the only man who fills your head and your cunt. The only man who you want to wake up with every day and the one you want to kiss goodnight.”

Sarah held on to the sides of the tub, closed her eyes, her body becoming alive with his passionate onslaught.

“I could never stop thinking about you,” she confessed.

He licked a trail up to her mouth and she gasped. Already attuned to Travis and what he wanted, she opened up to receive him.

‘A wolf looking through your window. I shot the little fucker in the foot before he could get any closer…’

Why was that goddamn man’s voice penetrating her mind whenever Travis came close to making her feel like a quivering mess?

She responded to the threat of those words, tightening up, and the pleasure stopped instantly. She silently cursed Clark and the shitty horse he’d ridden in on. The bastard needed to learn to stay the hell away from her—and her thoughts.

“What’s the matter, honey?”

She loved hearing Travis’ endearments but needed to ask a question, otherwise she could imagine Clark and his irritating voice fucking over her future intimacy with this man. Clark’s words echoed in her mind again.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” she said through clenched teeth, then sat up to splash her face with water and tried to clear her mind.

“Did I do something?” Travis asked.

She wiped her face and shook her head. “Not. It’s not you. It’s something Clark said. I keep hearing it.”

His eyebrows shot up and he grinned. “My fingers were buried deep inside your hot pussy and you’re thinking about that fucking loser?”

Okay—said like that, it sounded damn awful.

“I can’t get what he said out of my mind.” She bit her lip. It would sound so stupid if she asked him.

“Tell me so we can get it out of the way.”

She frowned, shaking her head.
It’s so stupid.

“About a wolf being outside my house,” she said quickly and waited to see if he gave it any serious response.

“I didn’t see a wolf.”

Aggravated now, thinking she was losing her mind, allowing that bastard to make her feel this way, she just came out with it. “He said he shot a wolf in the foot. Travis, you were shot in the foot.”

He was also in the bath and didn’t appear to have a scratch on him.

“Are you trying to say I’m a wolf?”

She detected the humour in his words and wanted to beat him with a big stick. Saying the words out loud had sounded ludicrous.

“No… Yes… I don’t know.” Placing her head in her hands, she didn’t have the first clue what to do. Make a joke of it? After all, was she seriously considering Travis being a wolf? People didn’t change into animals, she wasn’t stupid. How had she let Clark make her ponder such a dumb thing?

“No,” she said. “I don’t think you’re a wolf. Stupid of me to bring it up.”

“Okay, now that’s settled, let me wash you and then carry you to bed where I can make love to you every way possible.”

What woman in the world would argue with that?

He massaged her muscles as he washed her, going slowly, driving her insane. He heated up her body, a sure-fire way to make her want more. By the time he carried her through to the bedroom, Sarah wanted to be loved and fucked for hours.

Travis kissed every inch of her, shocking and delighting her as he opened her legs with his callused hands and moments later made his tongue dance between her wet folds. She cried out, sinking her fingers into his hair, her body whirling along the peak of pleasure. He pierced her folds with his tongue, pushing it inside her channel, making it feel as though he made love to every part of her at once. Her mind grew wicked with every movement he made, the wanton side of her begging to be set free.

He rested her legs over his shoulders, drinking her in. She couldn’t stop watching. Everything he was doing made her want him more. Her release was quick and strong, and he fed his cock to her cunt while still controlling her climax with his fingers, her walls tightening as he pushed inside.

This time he made love to her for hours. Slowness by agonising slowness, he took her, and Sarah enjoyed and loved every second.

Travis rolled over, taking her with him, allowing her to ride him at her own pace. Sarah gasped. He was deeper and she could take as much or as little of him as she wanted. He rested his hands on her hips, helping but not controlling. He was under her power and she used it to the best of her ability. Watching his reactions became like a drug. She wanted to see him lose his mind the way he’d made her lose hers.

“Shit, Sarah, faster,” he cried out.

She leant down, kissing him, and before she knew what was happening he had her under him and had slammed all of himself inside her.

He moves so fast…

Crying out together, they let go. Sarah fell and fell hard, and not just through climax and the heat.

She fell headlong in love with the man in her arms.

Chapter Nine

Travis awoke, instantly alert. Some fucker was outside, he knew it. He lay in the darkness, staring at the shadowy ceiling, his heart thumping, and strained his ears to hear even the slightest of sounds. Sarah’s steady breathing filled the air around him. His pulse quickened, the throb of it almost drowning her breath out.

There it was again—the noise he must have heard while sleeping. Like metal being clanked. Keys, maybe? A chain being rattled? He eased out of bed, mindful not to wake Sarah. The last thing he wanted was for her to spring up, panicked that Clark had returned. No, she needed a good night’s sleep, not one disturbed by Travis’ possibly overactive imagination.