“Lily then,” he drawled. That’s a beautiful name, ma’am. May I come in?”
She stared up at him, almost afraid to breathe.
“Come in?” she squeaked. “Er … yes,” she said, moving away from the entrance although she had no idea know why she was allowing a stranger inside her very house while her husband was away. Especially this stranger.
He wiped his boots on the front mat and stepped through the open door, letting the screen door swing shut behind him. Johnny’s gaze wandered confidently over the comfortable room before coming to rest on Lily. They stood in silence for a long moment and then Lily finally found her voice.
“Can I offer you some – some water?” she stammered. “Or – or lemonade, iced tea, uh ….” Her voice trailed off at the intense look in his brown eyes.
“No thank you, Lily.”
She shuddered at the way he spoke her name in his western drawl, impulsively parting her lips and running her tongue lightly over them to wet them.
“Would you like … something else then?” she asked weakly, looking up at him.
He titled his head and gave her a half-smile, his eyes dark and seductive.
“I would.”
She swallowed, her belly fluttering nervously, a dizzying flare of heat curling up her spine. “Wh – what?”
It seemed forever before he spoke again, his gaze sweeping over the v-neck of her sleeveless floral top, drifting over her navel to her coral skirt before coming to rest again on her face. There was a hunger in his eyes.
“Your bedroom,” he finally said.
“My – my what?” Lily asked, feeling very faint.
“The room upstairs – the one that faces the pasture. I’d like to take a look at my work from the window. To see how the gate works with the paddock. It’s always best to get a bird’s eye view if possible. May I?”
She hesitated a long moment and then nodded mutely, backing up toward the stairs as he followed her. She skimmed up the steps, her sandals hardly seeming to touch the floor. Her heart beat in triple time to each deliberate click of his booted heels on the wood planks behind her.
She stopped in front of a bright white door with a brass handle. It was the room from which she had watched Johnny work. Her room. The master bedroom. He closed the distance down the hallway and stood inches away from her, his bare chest almost touching her breasts.
“In here?” he asked, gesturing to the door.
She nodded again and he opened the door and went inside. Not knowing what else to do she followed him in. She closed the door quietly behind her and watched him swagger to the window and gaze out. Lily looked around the room she shared with Ted, the embroidered wall hangings her grandmother had made, the patchwork mat over the cool wood floor, the frilly blankets fluffed up on the bed, her marriage bed where she had slept for the past six years.
She was startled out of her reverie when she noticed Johnny had turned from the window and was watching her. He placed his hat carefully on a small table and ran one hand through his hair thoughtfully. She shivered at his masculinity, the magnetism he exuded, the heat in his deep brown eyes. It wasn’t that she didn’t love her husband but the sexual tension between them was undeniable. The air seemed charged with electricity.
Johnny walked slowly to the dressing table and chair. Her eyes widened as he unbuckled his wide black belt, the elaborately-carved silver buckle flashing brightly in the sunlight falling through the window. He drew the belt through the loops in his jeans with a quiet whoosh and laid it across the back of the chair. He then pulled off his boots one by one, removed his socks, tucked them inside and slid the boots under the chair. He walked back to the window, tugged the gauzy curtains closed and turned to face her, barefoot, wearing nothing but his perfectly-filled jeans.
Lily swallowed nervously as he moved toward her, lithely, deliberately, cat-like, assured of the conquest, confident in the fact she would respond to him. Like the prey which freezes and accepts it fate when faced with a predator, Lily made no move to get away. In the back of her mind a small voice told her she should tell Johnny to leave, that something was wrong with what she was about to do, but her mind was as vague as a steamy shower.
Johnny stopped as he reached her. He smiled down at her as he ran his hands lightly over her bare arms. Her mouth went slack at the contact. Small jolts of electricity flickered over her skin, gathering like an impending storm and whirling a shower of sparks through her body.
“Lily,” he said with that mesmerizing twang, eyeing her seductively. “Such a pretty name for such a pretty girl.”
She panted breathlessly up at him, her eyes bright as he caressed her back with one hand and drew the other gently down the side of her neck and over the front of her collarbone until his fingers rested on the top button of her blouse. His hand continued to stroke her back as he deftly released the top button. Lily gasped, her eyes half-lidded, her breathing uneven as he swiftly released each button in turn.
He brought both hands to the front of her top and opened it, sliding it down her arms and letting it fall to the floor. She stood before him in her peach skirt and a plain white bra edged with a fringe of lace. Her breasts were ample, her stomach curvaceous and soft. She was self-conscious of her body and didn’t even like Ted to see her get out of the shower wearing a towel. But here she stood in front of this gorgeous stranger, half-unclothed, the room in a haze, subconsciously leaning toward him, wanting more.
“You’re gorgeous, Lily,” Johnny said softly, sifting his fingers through her gold curls and settling her hair over her shoulders. “Perfect. Just like a woman should be.”
He cupped her breasts gently, his fingers running over her nipples as she moaned at the sensation, her entire body on fire, dissolving into a puddle of need. His touch became more insistent as her breasts rose and fell with her labored breathing, her face flushed prettily. He gave her a half-smile, his eyes hot and intense. He took her face in his hands and ran his thumb over her mouth as she let out a whimper and parted her lips, inviting his touch, her tongue seeking his flesh.
Johnny slid his fingers to her chin, tilted her head up and bent to her. He captured her lips with his, kissing her gently but thoroughly, his lips soft, warm and enticing. She melted into him, little prickling thrills gusting through her throat, flames licking at her thighs. She moved her lips against his and he deepened the kiss, his fingers grasping her chin, his mouth now hot and demanding. He swirled his tongue insistently over her teeth, against the roof of her mouth, tussling with her own muscle, swallowing down her moist, spicy warmth. A gush of fluid slid between Lily’s thighs as his intensity overwhelmed her, desire washing over her like liquid fire.
Ted had never kissed her like this. Maybe before they were married a little. Now they had good, frequent sex, sometimes even great sex. But there wasn’t much kissing anymore and then there were Ted’s repeated tries to convince her to have anal sex. She shuddered at the thought. Johnny felt her small movement and broke the kiss, pulling away from her lips even as she stood on her tiptoes and tried to follow him.
He chuckled softly.
“Take off your skirt,” he said in his soft drawl.
She froze. She never let Ted see her fully undressed in the daytime. At night, sometimes by moonlight or even romantic candles occasionally, but not with the bright sun streaming in the windows. She looked up at Johnny, her eyes pleading.
“Take it off,” he repeated with a little more command in his voice.
Lily drew in a breath. Slowly, she unzipped the skirt in the back, hesitated and then slid it over her hips and stepped out of it, letting it lay on the floor next to her shirt. Her panties matched her bra, plain white with a small ruffle of lace. Now she stood only in her bra, panties and sandals. She felt insecure, uncomfortable, her thighs and hips, always slightly more full than she would have liked, heavier than the models in movies and magazines. She wished fervently she was slimmer but she stood before him obediently.
“Now y
our shoes.”
Lily swallowed, reached down and pulled at the straps around her ankles, stepping out of her two-inch heels. She stood barefoot before him on the cool hardwood.
“Turn around,” Johnny said.
Lily was really growing nervous now but she did as she was told.
Behind her Johnny let out a long, low appreciative whistle. “You really are pretty. And your body. Jesus, Lily! It’s perfect. Just perfect.”
His voice sounded strained as if it was almost painful to speak. The way he said it sounded sincere to Lily. Like he really, really meant it. She heard a small movement and then gasped as the rough fly of his blue jeans brushed up against the small of her back and she felt the enormous bulge in his crotch press between her full buttocks.
He gathered her hair and lifted it away from her neck while he kissed her skin on the curve of her shoulder lightly. His lips left little blazes of fire as he mouthed his way up her neck, exhaling over her ear, nibbling at her earlobe, sending spirals of pleasure twirling around her spine. She inclined her head helplessly and he kissed, licked and sucked lightly at her jaw as his hands came around and caught her bra-encased breasts, kneading and squeezing harder now while she sighed with delight at his touch.
At the same time Johnny ground his erection gently, but firmly, into the cheeks of her ass. She heard him groan and she pressed herself back against him, reaching her hands around behind her to touch him. He caught her hands and spun her to face him. She felt dizzy with passion, her eyes clouded with desire as she looked up into his brown eyes, filled with hunger, appreciation and a readiness that took her breath away.
“Johnny,” she murmured, not sure what else to say.
“Shhh,” he told her, his fingers caressing her wrists. “You don’t have to say anything at all.”
He suddenly picked her up, holding her aloft by her thighs and possessed her mouth, fervently, impatiently with an almost ravenous need. Startled, she found any protest forming in her mind quelled by his intimate, sensual probing, his tongue exploring her deep wetness, interlocking with hers, his lips hot, sweet and aggressive. Lily thought she might combust in his mouth, burn to ashes with his kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, gyrating against him, giving herself over to the primal urges that swept over her like a firestorm. Johnny continued kissing her hungrily as he carried her to the bed and laid her down on top of the fluffy comforter, following her down with his body.
Lily brought her hands over Johnny’s strong back and shoulders. He was all muscle from hard work and good genes, his skin firm, smooth and bronzed. He let her fingers drift over his biceps, trace his sculpted pectorals and explore the bumps and ridges of his abdomen. Lily was fast losing her inhibitions and her hands slid lower, reaching the top button of his jeans. Without even thinking, she popped it open effortlessly. He grinned at her, that dazzling, heart-stopping smile with his perfectly chiseled features and sienna hair hanging loosely over his temples. His gaze swept over her face and down to her breasts. He let her continue working on the buttons to his fly as he reached for her bra and effortlessly unsnapped the front closure. The white cotton fabric sprung apart and her soft pert breasts spilled out.
Johnny hesitated, looking at her pale pink areolas topped by dark rose nipples and then let out a noise of admiration.
“God Lily, even these? Your breasts are fucking perfect!”
His crude language didn’t even register with her as he sucked in the top of her right breast into his mouth, holding the firm flesh between his lips and laving the nipple with his tongue. Lily squealed, arching her back, delicious ripples of pleasure vibrating through her body. With his other hand Johnny rolled her left nipple in his fingers, pulling up on it, squeezing it gently as she reflexively cried out. Sharp flickers of electricity raced across her skin and swirled into a fiery heat below her navel.
Lily released Johnny’s fly and pulled her arms up, grabbing onto his biceps as he worked her into a frenzy, nibbling, sucking softly biting on first one breast and then the other, his hands toying with her nipples, feathering over her belly, tracing paths of searing coals into her flesh. She threw her head back, her hair spread damply over the pillows, twisting and turning under his onslaught, making little mewling sounds in her throat.
Lily dimly became aware Johnny had stopped. She had lost contact with the feel of his flesh on hers and felt it acutely. She looked around in confusion. Blinking, she realized Johnny was sitting up next to her, pulling off his jeans. She rose up on her elbows, in awe of him, watching the muscles of his tanned, well-formed hips flex as he finished removing them and tossed them on the floor.
He wore nothing underneath and his enormous, fully erect cock leapt up, bobbing in full glory, tanned brown like the rest of him, the end an alluring dark pink. It was long, wide and firm, a thick pulsing rod springing from a nest of curling chestnut hair. Lily licked her lips and began to sit up.
“No, Lily. Turn over,” Johnny said in a slow, easy voice.
She stared up at him, her hazel eyes shimmering like warm jade under a sheen of water.
He met her gaze with an encouraging look as she took a deep breath and rolled to her stomach. He ran his hands over her back appreciatively, feeling her soft, creamy unblemished skin under his fingertips. Then he brought his mouth to her ear and whispered, “Get up on your hands and knees.” He licked the sensitive shell as he spoke, causing Lily to yelp at the exquisite sensation.
He sat back and watched her rise up on the bed as he asked. She trembled like a leaf in the wind. He leaned forward and kissed her shoulder blades, his hands continuing his exploration of her body, calming her.
“Such a good girl, Lily,” Johnny drawled. “Such a good, good girl.”
He pulled each loose bra strap over her arms and tossed her bra aside, kneading her breasts for a moment, teasing her nipples again with his fingers. Then he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her cotton panties and drew them over her hips, over her thighs and calves and finally over her feet, dropping them on the floor.
She felt him move behind her and press his length against her. Lily groaned. Oh god, she could feel Johnny’s engorged cock against the pillows of her ass, throbbing urgently as if with its own heartbeat. She let out a whimper and rubbed against him without even thinking.
He bent to her body, tasting her, exciting her, his lips, tongue, mouth and hands all over her flesh, driving her wild with need, heating her up again, turning her on until she rocked on her hands and knees, sighing Johnny’s name, begging and pleading for things she had never before uttered aloud. He drew his fingers down her belly and touched her soft folds, seeking the little rosebud hidden within and gently twirled his fingers around it, applying gentle, sustained pressure.
Lily shrieked and began babbling nonsense, gurgling with pleasure, her ability to verbalize drifting away as he stimulated her clit. Her hair hung in moist ringlets as she pushed back against his hand, rotating her hips, trying to increase the friction and bring herself further to the edge. He chuckled softly and pulled his hand away from her nub, drawing his fingers across her slick core. She literally dripped creamy wetness. It coated Johnny’s finger and he brought it to his mouth, tasting her delicious arousal, before he returned his hand, pressing lightly against her sweet, tight orifice.
She whimpered, meeting his touch with urgency now, struggling desperately for him to enter her with his fingers, his cock, anything. Through a lust-fogged haze, she heard the top drawer of the nightstand slide open and then shut. Johnny continued teasing her, his hand massaging her little button in excruciatingly pleasurable circles before straying to her quivering sheath where he inserted his finger only partially, tantalized her before withdrawing completely. Lily was reduced to a quivering lump of jelly, feverish with the need for penetration, pushed close to the point of climax, her tunnel sucking at Johnny’s fingers whenever they neared.
“Johnnnny,” she moaned. “Pleeeaaaaase. Fuck me.” Lily never used words like that. If she ha
d been capable of coherent thought she would have been mortified with herself. As it was, fucking was all she could think of. She pleaded, begged, whined, past caring what she said if only Johnny would stop torturing her and satisfy her desperate ache.
In her lustful stupor, Lily very distantly heard a snap and then felt Johnny’s finger glide easily down the crack between her buttocks until it reached the taut round hole in her ass. He gently massaged around the opening and then entered her just a little with one very slippery finger. Lily was completely unprepared for this. She groaned at the slight intrusion, trying to vocalize a refusal, a demand for him to stop. Instead, she felt a little thrill surge through her at his gentle and very shallow probing. Her pussy tingled with tremors of electricity as she reflexively arched her back to him, sighing with the eroticism of the act.
Johnny removed his finger and she slumped to the coverlet on her belly, panting, nervous but excited. She heard more sounds from the bottle and felt a sudden coolness around her tight furrowed orifice. In the far recesses of her mind she realized Johnny had found the lubricant Ted kept in the nightstand drawer. Ted had tried to tell her anal sex would be pleasurable with enough lube but she had been so tense it had hurt and felt distasteful no matter how much Ted had used. She knew …. just knew Johnny was working up to this very same thing but was unable to prevent him, breathless at what he might do next, almost hoping he would invade her again in of the most sanctimonious places of her body.
He ran his hands over her ass, muttering appreciatively. She whimpered.
“Shhhh,” Johnny said soothingly. “It will be good. I promise.”
He began to work his index finger deeper as Lily helplessly accepted him, the entry strange, different, but not undesirable. Johnny worked in a second finger and gently spread her apart, stretching her hole just slightly until she whined, feeling some tenderness. He withdrew both fingers and she gasped at their loss, the emptiness unexpected and unwanted, devoid of his filling of her. It was somewhat of a relief and yet she longed for more.
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