Wrangler (16 page)

“Thank God...you have no idea.”  I finally take that breath, and then just stare at her for a long time, memorizing everything about this moment.  It’s too precious to ever forget.  Her lips are soft, shiny and pink and I think about the other parts of her that are shiny and pink, hoping they are ready to gobble up every inch of my raging hard-on.

I feel her thighs press together under my hands and I want to spread them with my tongue.

“I can still taste you when I close my eyes.”  I lean in, unable to wait any longer.  My lips are on top of hers, tasting the wine and the sweet flavor of the marshmallows we roasted.

She lets out a deep breath and a low sweet moan.  Her scent seeps into my every pore like a magic mist.

Waves of heat ripple over my back, down my legs, and I almost fall forward off the fucking chair.

She pulls back with a giggle that sounds like wind chimes.  “You okay there, wrangler?”

“No.  I’m not, but I’m about to be.”

I find her hands with mine, guiding her up as I stand.  I put them around my neck and she holds on so that I feel every soft swell and valley against me from chest to cock. 

She feels so perfect here, our bodies meant for just this.

I can’t help it, I’m on her mouth like a hurricane, my tongue spinning around hers, remembering how it felt to have my mouth on her soaking cunt last night, and my kiss turns the corner into a higher gear.

I can’t help but grind into her with my painful erection and I feel her body tense.

Even now, I can’t go further without knowing she’s enjoying this. I let her mouth go with a growl of regret.  “What, Dove?  Second thoughts?”

Please, holy Mary mother of God let her say no.

“Sorry,” she says, and that sadness in her eyes is back and it’s squeezing the living shit out of my heart.  “I’m just...nervous.”

She fusses with my shirt collar at the back of my neck and looks everywhere but at my face.  I make a split second decision.

“You want me to make you?”  My voice turns from playful to commanding and I half expect her to shove off but she doesn’t.  She softens against me and I know it was the right call.

I raise my hands up from her back, tucking her hair behind her ears.  The silence in the cabin feels loud, like your eardrums after a heavy metal concert.  My hands brush down her shoulders, over her arms to grip her wrists.

Her eyes come up to meet mine with twinkling anticipation.  She’s got things to tell me, and I intend to get to them all in good time.

“Really? You’re going to make me?”  The words come out of her a bit brattier than I’d expected, but it only turns me on more. 

I twist her hands around in an arc and pull them together behind her ripe, round ass, gripping her wrists together in my grasp.

“Really.”  My voice drops and my boy jumps up another inch.  “I’m about to show you.”  I kiss the nub of her nose and that makes her laugh, but I’m not going to stop and ask why right now.

“Show me what?”  Her voice is higher than usual, each word finishing with a slight quiver.

“How it feels to be taken, Dove.  You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

She melts against me and every reaction she has only adds fuel to the fire simmering inside me.  It’s more than lust.  I’m demanding things from her that I’m not sure she’s ready to give.  Forever kind of things.  Things that make me want to say words to her I’d all but given up on saying to a woman.

I grip her wrists tighter and her lips brush mine. Playfully, I lick her bottom lip, then kiss my way over her heated cheek and down her neck to that spot where her pulse races under my lips.  Every one of my senses is consumed by her.

“Are you still nervous?”  I want my words to find the deepest parts of her, latch on so she’ll never imagine being without me. 

“Yes.” Her eyes dart from my face down, then back up.  “But I want you. I do.  I shouldn’t.”

“What do you mean, you shouldn’t?”

“Well,” Her face loses a bit of its sparkle and I hate it more than I should.  “Ugggh. Why is this so hard?”  She groans.

“What?  Tell me, I want to know.  I want it all, what is so hard?”  I’m not letting go of her hands, I need her to know I’m not running.  She can take her time; I’m right fucking here.

She looks exasperated then blurts out.  “You’re
you
.  And I’m me.  And I feel like the booby prize at the county fair.”

She is priceless and I vow to spend every moment from here on making sure she understands that.

I rest my lips on the top of her head, trying like hell to find the exact perfect words for this moment.  “You
are
you.  And if anyone is getting the better end of this deal, it’s me, Dove.”  I will my heart to slow, my breathing to even out, but neither will be tamed. 

I bend down to her ear, running my lips across the firm flesh, drowning in the craziness of the emotions swirling inside me before I speak.  “Just tell me you want me to take you.  Then you have to trust me.”  The low candle light highlights the shine of her hair and I can’t stop myself thinking about how I want to tangle my fingers in it and show her what to do.

I get that you’re scared.  I hope you can feel what I’m feeling. 

I release my grip on her hands and stroke up her back, teasing her, grazing her shoulder with a light touch until her cheeks are in my hands.

She doesn’t shy away from my gaze, and there is a tension hanging between us that’s almost as beautiful as she is. It sends a thrill through me just knowing that I’m making her feel this way, and knowing that it’s only the first of many – that I have a limitless number of good feelings to give. And she will get them all, because she is mine.

This is it. Please let yourself go, Rachel. Believe in us. Believe it can happen.

“It’s just, I’ve never...”  Her voice turns to soft breathing and it breaks my heart.  “If we’re doing what I think we’re doing, it’s my first time.”

Holy shit. 

She’s untouched?  The beast in me is clawing his way out.  She just sealed her fate. She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m the only man that will ever be inside her.  I’m about to claim her in every way.

The tension on her face softens.  She’s relieved by the reveal and I’m jacked up to the fucking ceiling thinking of her virgin blood smeared on my cock. 

“Can you trust me?  Will you do that?” I swallow hard, my fucking voice shaking.  I need this to be perfect for her.  She deserves that.

My Dove will never forget her first time, and all our times after this.  All with me.  “Trust me and I will take care of you.”  I press my lips just under her ear, smelling the sweet perfume on her neck.  “I want to do that more than anything, Dove.  I want to take care of you.”

“I’m trying to trust you.  But I’m scared.  I’ve never been with a boy. I don’t know what to do.” 

“You don’t have to know what to do.  You are here for me to do with as I wish.  And I wish nothing more than to see you cum for me.  With my name on your lips.”  Blood is pumping so hard through my veins, I feel every clench of the four chambers of my heart...  “And besides, I’m not a boy and I don’t fuck like a boy.”  I lower my lips to her ear.  “You’re about to be man-fucked so hold onto something, Dove.”

I guide her hands around my waist and when I let go, she holds tight.  She’s holding onto me and with that she takes more of my heart because I want to be that safe place for her. 

My heart jumps in my chest.  I want to be gentle with her, but I’m not sure that’s going to be possible. A beast inside of me salivates at the thought of her, wanting to ruin her and make her filthy with me.  My cum dripping from every place I intend to put it.

This animal needs to mate and love her with pain and pleasure.  Things I want to do to her so she will never, ever think of another man. 

The cabin disappears around us.  My hands work her shirt off her shoulders and I’m impatient.

“Lift your arms up,” I growl, unable to wait. I need her naked.

The little breaths she’s taking are telling me she’s with me. Her arms go high and I tear her shirt off, dropping it and setting about the hooks on her bra, freeing the weight of her breasts. They bounce and move as I take away the restraint.

“God.”  My mouth is on her in a second, her nipple springing tight on my tongue. Drops of cum soak into the fabric prison that holds my raging erection. 

Both my hands are greedy, gripping on her warm, ripe flesh.  I draw her as deep into my mouth as I can. I want to envelop her, consume her.  She tastes like purity and sweet roses, and every lustful thought I’ve ever had comes rushing to the front of my brain.

She moans as my teeth nip at the hard center, shooting waves of heat through my body.  I squeeze my fingers together, rolling her other nipple as I suck and draw on the first, unable to break myself from her flesh.  It’s mine, every inch of her and I want to memorize her over and over until I can recite it in my sleep.

My head beats in time with my heart, I want to stay here forever. But I break away because I need to know.

“No one has done this before?  Not what we did last night or what I’m doing now or all the things I plan on doing to you?  No one?”  I grit my teeth until my jaw pops, getting pissed because I need to be the first.  The only.  In every way and if she says otherwise, I may lose my fucking mind.  The thought of any other mother fucker ever touching her sears hate into my soul.

Something flashes behind her eyes.  I don’t know if it’s fear, but it sure as fuck could be because I’m fucking scary right now

All the years of holding out, holding back, having only a passing interest in women are all coming to a head right now. 

I need her to cum, I need it.  Not want.  Not it-would-be-nice.  I need it.  Hers before mine seem to be words that thump inside my lust-filled brain.

She pants, her breath falling hot on my skin. “No,” she gasps. “No one except you.” I give her another moment to breathe while I let the honor of what we’re about to do sink down into the very marrow of my bones.

“Good.”  I savor the lush softness of each breast as I revel in their weight.  I knead and pull at the skin, listening to her breath hitch as I caress.  I jut a leg forward, crushing my thigh upward between her legs and the heat from her cunt is radiating.  “Are you wet, Dove?  Is that cunt ready for me?”

Her body jolts at my harsh words, then as quickly she shivers and arches forward, offering herself to me. She likes the dirty talk and that’s good, because I have a lot to say to her.

When I pinch each gathered nipple between my thumb and forefinger, her eyelashes flutter and her lips fall open.

I lower my face and bury it between her ripe flesh, lifting and pressing her tits together so my mouth can have them both at once.  She yips and shakes when it’s my teeth and not my lips she feels. 

She’ll wear my marks from this day forward.  Yes, it’s ludicrous, thinking I know that my forever is with her, but fuck it, there’s one of these in a lifetime, and whatever obstacles we have to overcome to make us last, I’m already signed on the fucking dotted line. 

I love the way she shivers against me. It’s warm in here, so I know I’m the one making her do that and it fills me with a feeling of possession and pride.

I sink my teeth into the side of her right breast once more, grinding my thigh up into her crotch until her fingernails dig into my back through my shirt. 

In a second I’m looming over her and her eyes are asking me what I want to see, begging me to tell her what’s next.  She wants me to guide her and I want to be her guide more than anything.

“Come here.”  I raise her face up, eager with a kiss, but the tingle in my balls can no longer be delayed.  I want more than anything to feel her pussy on my face, have her soak me with her juices until she’s begging for my cock inside her.  I need her to beg.  I need her to need me.  Not just want.

Wanting isn’t enough.

She will crave me.

She will think of me with each breath.

She will think she can’t live without my cock.

She will need my cum.

I want her cunt soaking for me twenty-four hours a day.

My hard-on hurts like a mother fucker.  I’ve never had that before.  It’s like a fucking toothache, throbbing, but I push away the pain.  I need her pleasure to always be first. 

I half-lift, half-drag her to my bed with my lips on hers the whole way, my tongue exploring the warm heat of her mouth.  Every part of her only makes me want her more, in my bed and in my life.

She breaks away and gasps a breath. “Should we blow out the candles?”

“Why?  I closed the curtain, so no one can see, Dove.”  I pull her against me, needing her here, close.

“Just.” Her breathing is ragged, needy. “I don’t know. Just because.”

“Don’t you want to see me?”  I brush her hair from her neck and trace my tongue up from her collarbone to her earlobe, listening to the tiny keening sounds that come from her chest.

“No, it’s not that.” Her voice is high-pitched, shocked. “It’s just that maybe. You know, maybe the dark is better?”

I’m an idiot.  She’s fucking embarrassed?

Oh hell no.

“Stop right there.”  I glare at her.

She needs to know without a doubt that every part of her is not just perfect to me, but perfectly mine and I want my cock in every hole on her body, because she’s fucking hot.  “I want to see you. 
All
of you...look at you, God...you’re amazing, Rachel.”

I brush my flat palms over the pink circles of her hard nipples and they respond, rising a bit more under my touch.

“Nothing is more natural than a woman’s body. God, full and lush like you. I’m the luckiest bastard I know. If I wanted someone else, I’d be with someone else.  I’m not.  I’m here with you, because you are beyond sexy to me.  I’m the lucky one here and I want to see what’s mine.”

I wrap my fingers in her hair, unable to hold back any longer.

“Now I’m going to tear the rest of your clothes off, Dove.” 

I don’t give her any time to take that in, spinning her around throwing her onto the bed and tugging her boots off, then tearing away her jeans so they turn inside out as I free them from her hips.