by Jean Baker
“You’re so beautiful.” Moving between her knees, he stroked his hands down her arms and shuddered. “God, I want you.”
She leaned close enough to him, golden flecks could be seen floating in the emerald as her eyes widened. “Jesus, we don’t know each other.”
“We could become acquainted, if you want.”
Goldie shook her head. “I haven’t made love in over two years.”
“Longer for me—five years.” He began unbuttoning her blouse, licking and sucking every bit of skin available, smearing shaving cream over her tan skin. Once her breasts were exposed, his eyes widened, and his hips slammed against the cabinet. “Aaah, God!” He jerked the jeans down in time for Goldie to see him spurting on her leg. Groaning, he hissed through his teeth. “Damn it to hell. Sorry.”
She looked down, drawing in a breath. Her eyes flared. The size and length of his cock increased as it ejaculated. Gripping his shoulders, she said, “Oh, damn. It’s going away.” Slapping a hand over her mouth, she said, “I cannot believe I said such a thing.”
His head, thrown back, he moaned, and let his face drop between her breasts. Suckling her nipples through the lace bra, his legs trembled. “Have more if you want.” I hope I do. Three jack-offs in an hour is probably it. “May I hold you? Pulling her against his belly, the dampness in the crotch of her jeans caused him to groan. She grabbed a hand towel and wiped his face as he lifted her, and she circled his waist with her legs. “Where to?”
Following her directions, he entered a bedroom, his eyes going directly to the bed. Oh, God. A bed! How long had it been since he’d seen a big bed. She slipped to the floor, tearing out of her clothes. He could only stare. Below small perky breasts, her body curved into a tight little waist, flared again into lush hips. His cock rose to the occasion after he saw the plush black curls at the apex of long, slender legs. Massaging his throat, he fought tears. Dear God, I’ve died and gone to heaven. The fact he couldn’t move proved it.
It wasn’t necessary. She jerked his shirt from his shoulders, unzipped his pants, and snatched them to the floor. The woman became a whirling dervish. Leaning over to sweep the bed covers back, her cunt peeked from between her legs. His cock turned into steel and his balls became rigid. Still, he couldn’t move. His heart tried to jump from his chest. She leaped to the bed, landing flat of her back, and looked up at him. “Do I have to do everything—rape you?”
Then he moved. His knees settled between her legs, his cock reaching his navel. “Rape is good.” Her pupils were so large, they almost covered the green. Hips rose to meet him, but he could only stare at the vision before him. His face burned. “I won’t last long.”
“Neither will I.” She reached between her legs and pulled the lips of her glistening pussy apart. He cried out and plunged into her. On his forth thrust, they both exploded. Their juices poured as their voices joined in one long scream of release. For a moment, they lay still, and then her hips began to rock. Pressing his pelvis against hers to keep his cock locked inside, he watched her claw at her breasts as she frantically arched and twisted her spine.
Thank God, the old boy began to harden. Duncan lifted to his knees and hooked her knees into his elbows, pushing them up against her body. He slowly rocked into her heat. Juices flowed around his cock and down her buttocks. Her body curled forward, and hands reached for him. His balls felt as if they wanted inside her, too, as his manhood hardened into a rod. As he pumped faster and faster, her pussy sucked to his rhythm until he feared losing it again.
She thrust her shoulders forward, gripped his wrists, and stared down at their sex. Her feral expression caused him to shatter, again filling her with his seed. Her pussy sucked him dry. He looked down watching his destroyed dick pull out, wet and dripping, from her hot, swollen sex. Man, I have to put my mouth in that wonderful thing.
For now, though, it took all his strength to roll to the side and collapse on the bed. Goldie curled toward him, her magical eyes scanning his face, her lips trembling. He rolled to his side and placed his palm against her rosy cheek. “What?”
“We didn’t even kiss.”
“Too hungry for kissing.”
“Doesn’t seem right. I miss kissing.”
Duncan didn’t know what to say. After all, I gave her what she seemed to want. And gave it to my limit. Damn, she looked as if she might cry. Shit, what can I say? Cut off from decent society for years, words didn’t come easy. He rolled over to his back and crossed his hands on his chest. I can’t look her in the eyes and say mushy stuff.
Goldie’s deep sigh shook the bed.
He spoke with a breaking voice. “Woman, if I could, I’d eat you alive. Man, I really want to, but I guess you like kissing better.” He turned, looked at her and felt his face burning. “If you’ll give me a minute to catch my breath, to thank you for all this—he waved his hand over their bodies—I’ll kiss every inch of your beautiful body.”
“Every inch?”
Grinning, he ran his fingers across her breast. “Yep. And I’d like to spend about thirty minutes kissing between your thighs. Maybe more time loving on these incredible breasts.”
Her face lit up with a wide smile. She giggled. “You’re blushing again.”
Man, I’d like to spend about fifty years keeping a smile on her face. This experience felt like falling into a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow of hell. I should drop on my knees and pray she’ll let me stay. His stomach plummeted. Naw, his luck never moved in a good direction. Goldie pulled a pillow down and turned to her side, butt toward him. He rubbed his hand over the swell of her buttocks, thinking, nothing on this earth could be sweeter. Walking away from her will be a killer.
Her breathing settled into a quiet snore. His heart contracted painfully and tears came to his eyes. After what my life has been like, I cannot believe I’m turning into a weeping Nellie. Embarrassing as hell. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he cupped her perfect breast. Just a delicious handful. Damn, the old boy acted up again; his balls curled into a painful clutch. He pulled his hips back, so he wouldn’t disturb Goldie. But his cock had no conscious and bloomed into a pulsing rod, begging for action. She curled into a fetal position and pushed her ass against his erection. Oh, God. He released her breast and squeezed his dick until it hurt.
Goldie grinned. What a nice man. So considerate. Maybe I ought to tell him my favorite position for fucking is on my knees. No. Let’s see how long he can control himself. I didn’t know a man could last so long. She kept her breathing even, but twitched her behind. He grunted and moved away, breathing like a freight train. Well, maybe he couldn’t keep his control in spite of already climaxing twice.
His finger carefully slipped between her wet lips. She struggle to remain still, but when he groaned, she giggled and pushed back until his finger entered her hot, wet opening.
He moved so fast, she couldn’t catch her breath. Springing to his knees, he lifted her by the hips and drove her body back onto his cock before she could brace her hands on the bed. She almost flew off the bed, but he jerked her back and plowed her sex over his manhood. He bottomed onto her cervix, and she screamed with pleasure. The more he pounded the hotter she became. Her arms began trembling and he clutched her shoulders, leaned back until they both were upright on their knees, and slammed her down on his cock. They both grunted and growled. He released her shoulders, wrapped one arm around her waist to keep her in position. The other arm reached around her thigh and caught her clit between a thumb and finger.
Never had she felt such a sensation. A bolt of lightning went through her clit and up through her body. One climax after another ripped her body apart and turned her into putty. He grunted with each of her screams, until finally, he stopped and bellowed like a bull, emptying into her well of heat, his cock jerking and pulsing.
Duncan gripped her waist and rolled over onto the bed. He flipped her over onto his chest. She looked into his face and smiled. His hands came up and cupped her cheeks and pulled her mo
uth to his. As he panted, she took his breath into her lungs. Sucking her bottom lip, he groaned and ran his tongue around the inside of her lips. He attacked her mouth until she couldn’t breathe. She bit his chin and dropped down sucking on his neck. Moaning, he cried out, “Baby, bite me. Bite me hard.”
She couldn’t bring herself to do what he wanted, but she nipped his earlobe and he bucked.
“Damn, woman, bite me.” His voice came from his depths in a rusty growl while pushing her face into his neck.
God, the man must be a masochist, but if it’s what he needs—she bit him behind his juggler vein—hard. Dropping to his chest, she took his nipple between her teeth and rocked her jaw side to side, sawing the bud. The mattress bounced. She looked down and gasped. His cock loomed rigid, large, and long. How in God’s name? How often could he get hard?
“Don’t stop—pleeeese.” His head strained back and, again, he forced her head to his throat.
She pulled her body up, wrapped her arm around his neck and jerked it to her mouth. Not able to bring herself to bite, she sucked hard. As her mouth worked his neck, she looked down to his hips lashing the bed. His cock pulsated and released a stream of cum onto his belly. She felt his throat vibrate beneath her lips as he howled.
Propped on her elbow, she watched this powerful man shudder and then relax his shoulders into her arms. The muscle ridges in his belly settled, and his breath slowed. He buried his face in her neck and threw one arm around her middle. She felt moisture drop onto her collar bone and trickle to the side. Dear God, what happened to this strong man to bring him to tears? Her heart filled with compassion, and she pulled his face under her chin, stroking his hair with her other hand.
He cleared his throat. “Sorry. This is embarrassing.”
Goldie tightened her arms around him and kissed his forehead. “Please don’t be.”
“Did I hurt you? I think I lost my mind.”
“Not only did you not hurt me; you gave me the most pleasure I’ve ever known.” She pulled a sheet up and dried his face, her neck, and moved it down his chest to absorb perspiration.
He took the sheet from her hand and wiped his juices from his belly and penis. “I don’t know which is more embarrassing: the tears or losing control. I should have given it to you, but when you bit me, I totally lost it—his lashes dropped to his cheek, and he settled more deeply into her neck, with one hand lying lightly over her breast.
It gave her time to really look at him: his deeply tanned skin with a ruddy glow; high cheek bones and strong chin, shoulders massive; his pecs were rock-hard, and his belly formed a washboard of muscles. Goldie had never seen a more beautiful man, and in spite of her better judgment, she thought about keeping him around. It seemed silly to think she didn’t know enough to let him stay and work after this incredible sexual session with him.
Tears indicated he wasn’t too hardened. He had been bashful and quiet until they ended up in bed. No matter how lovely he is, or gentle seeming, he is a vagrant, obviously with no job or home. There’s a reason for that, and it probably isn’t a good one. She dropped asleep, her mind whirling in different directions.
Duncan leapt from the bed, crouching into a fighting position. Goldie reached for a bedside telephone. Realizing only the ringing woke him, he stood straight, hoping she hadn’t notice his move. But she turned and stared at him wide-eyed. She held her hand out, palm up, and he didn’t move or speak.
“Hi, Dad. Where are you? . . . Oh, so close? Should be here in about thirty minutes? . . . Well, I have meatloaf and can make a salad and a baked potato for each of us. . . . No, don’t pick up anything, I have plenty of food. See you then.”
Your parents?”
“Yes. They don’t come often—retired to Phoenix.”
“Reckon I better leave.” Please say no.
She slipped on a housecoat and walked toward the door. Stopping with her hand on the door frame, she looked back at him, her expression unreadable. “I’ll get your clothes from the dryer.”
As she disappeared, Duncan left the bed, stumbling from weakness. He entered the bathroom and quickly wiped down with a wet cloth, assuming he had no time for another shower. She wouldn’t want him around when her parents arrived. It shocked him how much he wanted to stay, to help her with the farm, and simply love her. But she deserves better than me. Knowing my background would turn her against me, anyway. So, it’s best to go and leave her with a good memory.
He sat on the edge of the bed, feeling so low he imagined having to reach up to put his wet shoes on. His chest hurt. Goldie came back and handed him his clothes. She opened her mouth, and then closed it, her lips trembling. Standing, he pulled her into his arms. “No need to say anything. I know you want me to go and be gone before your parents arrive. With a gentle kiss on her forehead, he said, “Beautiful woman, I’ll never forget you. You have no idea what being with you means to me.”
“I can say the same.” Her voice rasped, but she forced her head up and looked into his eyes. “You would be so easy to love. I can’t bear to watch you go, so I’m getting in the shower to give you time to leave.” She entered the bathroom without looking back.
The shower cascaded down her body, easing the overworked muscles, but doing nothing for the ache in her heart. This is ridiculous. Sure he’s a beautiful, sexual man who had kept her spinning, but face it, what went down between them could only be a passing adventure to remember with pleasure. It wasn’t the loss of true love to mourn over like an idiot—it was only raw sex. She cut off the water and vowed to keep Duncan out of her mind. Especially, now her parents would be here soon. Mom could always read her like a book. Wrapped in a towel, she returned to the bedroom.
Duncan is gone, thank goodness, she thought, but a hard lump in her throat made it hard to swallow. She dressed in her standard wardrobe of jeans and tee-shirt, checked the readiness of the guest room, and hurried to the kitchen. As she completed a large bowl of salad, the sound of a vehicle driving into the back yard brought her to the window. Her heart lifted as her mother stepped from the truck and trotted as fast as her short legs would carry her toward the house. Goldie slammed through the screen, ran across the yard to meet her mother. Both women, smiling ear-to-ear, hugged with tears in their eyes. It had been a long time. Together, they turned to find out what her father was up to. He stood with his hands on his hips, staring around the property, clearly displeased.
To put off dealing with his disapproval, Goldie called out, “Hey, Dad, come give me a hug. Supper will be ready in a few.”
He turned and strode to her, his weathered face creased into a generous smile. After a tight hug, he backed up and looked her over. “Well, at least my baby girl is looking mighty fine.” With an arm around both women, he aimed them all toward the porch. “I’m anxious to get into the meatloaf, daughter.”
After her parents settled at the long country table, Goldie washed three large potatoes and popped them in the microwave. As they cooked, she sliced the left-over meatloaf, placed it in a baking dish, and slid it into the oven. Filling glasses with ice and tea, she glanced at her mother. “Mom, I swear you look younger every time I see you. Retirement must suit you.”
Mr. Stanton chuckled. “All my women are beauties. It’s done Susan a world of good to get away from all this hard farm work.” As Goldie put silverware, butter, and sour cream on the table, he continued. “I always hated how my wife had to work on the farm, and is’s why I didn’t want to give the place to you. If Leven had been a real farmer, maybe it would have worked out. It’s obvious from what I noticed while coming in here, things have simply been too much for you.”
Susan took two plates of food from Goldie and placed one in front of her husband. “Clinton, I’d appreciate it if you saved the farm arguments until I go to bed. I’ve heard all I want to hear about it.”
Goldie slipped into her chair and cut her meat. Susan ignored her husband’s scowl. “Daughter, you look healthy and happy in spite of the farm—bright eyes and r
osy cheeks. Has something happened to lift your spirits?”
She smiled, although her mother’s intuitiveness made her a little wary. If either parent knew about Duncan, they’d be shocked and outraged. Glancing at her Dad, she said, “Maybe it’s because I’ve finally admitted I need some help with the farm. I decided to hire someone right away. The decision makes me feel better.”
The meal passed pleasantly. Susan told her Clinton now played golf, and she rarely saw him during the day. She took the time available to play canasta with a group of women at the club house, exercised and swam in the facility. “Oh, yes, Clint and I have become laze-abouts—even sleeping in every morning. Quite a change from the farm schedule, getting up and about by sunrise every day.”
Duncan reached the road as the Stantons turned into Goldie’s drive. It had to be them as no other traffic moved on the road. Thank goodness, they didn’t see him. It would worry them to catch a strange man coming from the farm. He looked both ways down the road, and the only thing in sight was that old man’s country store, Goldie’s uncle, if he remembered correctly. Without thinking, he ambled in that direction.
After fifty yards, he stopped and sat by the edge of the road. The wet shoes were rubbing blisters on his feet. He pulled them off, propped his arms on his knees and dropped his head onto them. It felt as if a ton of bricks sat on his heart. How could he leave Goldie behind, even though he knew he didn’t deserve her? He should be rejoicing just to be free—be able to walk in sunlight again. No, he had to be greedy—to want more than he deserved. If it was merely a matter of the sex, he knew that would always be available to him once he settled. Women had always been attracted to him. But it felt as if he’d left his heart with her.
