by Opal Carew
Cheyenne unhooked her bra and tossed it behind him.
He reached his hands to weigh her breasts, flicking his thumb over each one. “Perfection.”
Not interested in slow right now, she grasped his cock. It pulsed hot and hard through the condom. “Erection.”
He laughed, loud and quick as she giggled and squeezed him. “Cheyenne.” He cupped her ass cheeks and lifted her, holding her at the right level, pushing into her with his chest as he lifted her leg. Snugging it in the crook of his arm, he pressed his palm to the wall at her side, his other hand holding her bottom where he needed her. “Slide me in, honeybee.” He bent his knees, making room for her to obey.
She couldn’t waste a second, wanted him in her so badly it became an ache. Guiding him so the head of his shaft pressed to her lips, she shifted her hips, taking him nearly an inch inside her. Hot and thick, he stretched her so perfectly.
“Yeah.” He groaned. “Tell me if it’s too much.” Straightening his knees slowly, he pushed up and into her, so wide and powerful, she nearly cried out. But if she had, he would have stopped, and she wanted all of him inside her.
The slight pinch as her channel adjusted to his width, the shift of her insides to accommodate his length, combined with the luscious feel of his slide into her, started her mind spinning. A burst of heat low in her belly sent her cream flowing, easing his entry.
When he’d pushed every inch of himself into her, he stopped moving, stopped breathing, and focused on her. “You feel so good around me.” He circled his hips, hitting every sweet spot she had.
A shiver raced through her, but she stared into the intensity of his gaze. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I want to ride you, and I want it wild.”
“Honeybee.” The word came out a growl. “You got it.” He shifted her, moved his feet, arranged her. “Hang on. This ain’t gonna be nothin’ but wild.” Sliding his cock nearly out of her pussy, he inhaled a long breath, then jerked his hips upward.
His shaft filled her, the delight swirling like rivers of lava through her body. Unable to hold up her head, she dropped her forehead to his shoulder.
“Damn tight. Slick. Ah, Cheyenne.” His words came quietly and hot in her ear, sending chills down her spine, snapping off all conscious thoughts in her brain.
Pulling himself out, he used his legs, his hips, his glutes to push back into her. He moved, graceful like an athlete, strong like a man who spent his days in physical labor. His thrusts increased in speed, inching her farther and farther from reality as sensations expanded, encompassing her every nerve.
His lips pressed to her neck, kisses, nibbles, his tongue lapping at her.
She could only hold on, working her hips in tandem with his as the rub of their bodies fired flames inside her, tightening exquisite pressure on her nipples. She could nearly taste her orgasm building, like a tangy aroma that seeped into every pore.
“You come for me, Cheyenne. Don’t hold back.” His pumping hips increased speed, his hand at her ass gripped harder, his kisses on her neck turned to bites.
The movement of his bones at her mound pressed hard into her clit, and that little bud of delight pulsed with the last push she needed to sail over the edge. Biting his shoulder, she dug her nails into his back and blew apart, like a thousand puzzle pieces spinning and flying out of control.
Her eyes rolled in her head, contractions tightened her around his shaft, and a hot flush spread across her skin. Floating in a far off heaven, she heard him grunt as he pounded into her pussy, his cock thicker, heavier, bringing him to his own perfect completion. With one last thrust and an animal roar, he stilled his body, let his shaft pulse inside her.
The feel of him so deep, burning hot, and throbbing, sent her for another fast spin, as if darkness overtook her for long moments, then her mind glided slowly back into her body.
They both held tight, panting, as moisture formed on his chest, slicking hers with his manly scent.
It took all her effort to lift her head from his shoulder and open her eyes.
Thad stared at her, his brows drawn down tight, a frown on his face.
Panic threatened. “Everything okay?”
Chapter Six
Thad swallowed and took a breath. “Yeah.” He kissed the corner of her mouth, her heated skin making him want more. Now. “Everything is okay.” His legs shook slightly with the effort of holding her against the wall, from the exertion of the best love-making he’d had in…hell, forever. She was sweet and perfect, insatiable and raw. “Amazing.”
She smiled. “It was.”
He eased out of her and let her leg slide from his arm. When her knees buckled, he picked her up in his arms. “Bedroom?”
Her soft hair brushed his arm then his chest as her head lolled against him. “Down the hall, last door on the right.”
He grabbed the other two condoms and strode from the kitchen, across the huge room, his feet sinking into the pure white carpet. The hall was wide, big enough for him to carry her without turning, and the double doors to her bedroom stood open. He stepped inside. “Damn.” Her heavy oak four-poster bed held a ruby canopy and matching bedspread. Cream-colored pillows lay scattered on the bed, and the carpet was a modern pattern of red and cream. “Fancy.” Too fancy for the likes of him.
She laughed. “My mother had it decorated to surprise me. Definitely not my style, but I’m not here much.”
He let her slide down his body to stand on her own two feet, but kept his arms around her. “You travel, mostly?”
She nodded. “Mom too, but on the east side of the state. This is our middle ground. Her bedroom is across the hall.”
His head jerked toward the closed doors, and he quickly turned, hiding his naked ass in case she came out.
“She’s not here tonight.” She backed up and closed the double doors. “She’s somewhere near the North Dakota border, but we’ll lock ourselves in, just to be safe.” She flipped the lock, leaned back on the doors, and gave him a naughty grin.
“Honeybee, you are one special lady.” He looked down at himself. “Bathroom?”
“First door.” She gestured behind him to two closed doors, and one open – the open one showing tile and fixtures.
“Be right back.” He stepped into the gold-tiled bathroom. A huge walk-in shower, deep, giant bathtub, and ruby-red towels to accent it. His Melissa would sure have loved this place. He shook his head as he disposed of the condom. Great time to be thinking of his deceased wife, but she loved nice things. He looked at his face in the mirror. And she’d ended up with him, in an old ranch house, but happy. She had been happy with what they had, mostly. Focused on the promise of a better life in the future, though.
“You look fine, Thad. Don’t even think about primping.” Cheyenne padded into the bathroom wearing a short, silky pink robe and a sly smile.
He turned from the mirror, turned from his past to his present. “Mmmm.” He tugged her tight against him. “You are a present.”
Arching back, she ran her hand over his chest. “You’re a surprise to me, too. I didn’t peg you as the impetuous type. Driving five hours to make love to a girl.”
“Impetuous, huh? Never been accused of that before.” And maybe it was high time he was. “Maybe I was just lured in by your spell and couldn’t help myself.”
She rolled her beautiful, sky-blue eyes and laughed. “That’s the first time anyone’s ever been helplessly in my power.”
He ran his palms in circles over the silk of her butt. “That I don’t believe.” He walked her backward, into the bedroom. She’d closed a set of sheer curtains. The city was still visible, but the room seemed cozy. More intimate. As he untied the robe’s belt, he let the urge deep in his groin take over, hardening him to press between her legs.
She helped him slip the robe from her shoulders, down her luscious body, to pool around her feet. “I’m glad you came here, Thad.” She looked too serious.
“I’m glad you let me in after what an ass
I’ve been.”
“No, you haven’t. Under the circumstances.” She huffed out a breath. “But that’s not what I want to focus on right now.” Taking his hand, she walked backward until her legs hit the side of the bed.
“Yeah.” His cock was driving this visit. “I don’t much want to talk about anything.” He pulled her to him for a kiss. Her sweet lips complied, opening softly for him. He tasted her sweetness, glided his tongue over her sharp little eye teeth, played with her tongue until she was moaning.
“I want to taste more.” He breathed the words against her lips.
Her body went slack, and he lay her on the bed.
Kissing his way from her neck to her breasts, he drew in the scent of her. Pure and clean, nothing fancy or floral or cloying. Just perfect skin, cherry-red nipples that tasted like cream, and an outie belly button that he had to nibble.
She jerked. “Why is that so erotic?” Her head lifted and she looked down at him, her sexy pink cheeks and her kiss-swollen lips enticing him to head back that way, but he had a goal, and he would taste her there first.
Ducking his head, he breathed deeply. Her soft scent—woman and arousal—drew him closer. He kissed her hip bones, her stomach, the soft hair at her center.
Cheyenne flopped flat on the bed, her arms out to the sides. Sliding her knees apart, he knelt on the floor at her feet. Trimmed reddish-blonde hair graced the sexy lips between her legs. “You are beautiful.” He slid his hands up her inner thighs, slowly, carefully.
She sighed and tightened her leg muscles, circled her hips. A drop of her sweet juices trickled to the edge of one ruby lip.
He had to have it. Leaning in, he licked the spot, taking the cream, rolling it around in his mouth like it was the finest wine. He slid his thumbs along the perfect softness and pressed his face in, using his mustache to tickle.
“That’s good, Thad. Yes.” Her hands gripped the bedspread.
He took his time, lapping at her, massaging her, exploring all of her with his lips.
“You’re making me writhe around, cowboy.” She looked at him through her passion-darkened eyes. “It’s time to make me pass out.”
He grinned. “Your wish, my command, Madam Ruby.” He pushed his tongue deep into her opening, taking all the juices she sent his way. He slid his tongue up, moving slowly until he found her little bud. At the tip of his tongue, it pulsed and hardened. Damn, he could stay here all day.
Thad circled it a few times, loving how her body shuddered with each pass. He ran his tongue down through her warm, sweet channel, into her opening, then back to her clit. He repeated this over and over, feeling her heat shimmer off her body, watching her tense as she neared her climax.
“Now, honeybee. For me.” He sucked her clit between his lips and flicked it with his tongue.
“Thad!” His name echoed around the room as she bucked her hips against his mouth.
He hung on to her, keeping up the pressure with his lips and tongue, loving every second of what he’d brought her to.
With a whimper, she shook and relaxed, melting into the mattress. Her breath came fast and loud.
He gently kissed her, licking deep into her, seeking more of her honey. When her breathing slowed, he lay next to her, taking her in his arms, nuzzling her shoulder. “You are so sexy, Cheyenne.”
Opening her eyes, she turned her head toward him. “You are so talented, Thad.”
He kissed her, fighting to keep his heart from becoming too involved. He’d take it slow this time. He didn’t need to jump in and claim her, the way he had with Melissa.
Cheyenne stroked her hand along his chest and abs. “What are you thinking?”
He nipped at her lip. “Thinking about how long it’s going to take you to recover before I have you again.”
“Mmmm.” Her fingers trailed lower, touching his hard manhood. “Maybe I’ll have you this time.” She kissed his chin, wriggled lower, kissed his chest, then lower still until her lips brushed his cock.
The roar of lust rattled through him, heat pooling low in his gut. “You think so?”
She took his circumference in her hand. “I do. And I love that you’re already sending me your essence.” Her tongue snuck out and took the drop of pre-come from his slit.
He’d let her play a bit, but he needed to be buried deep inside her again. Soon. Even though he’d buried himself balls-deep in her in the kitchen, he wanted more, wanted all she could give him.
She took her time, licking him, teasing him, tracing her tongue along each vein, each curve and ridge. Then she took him deep, all the way to the back of her throat. She sucked, swallowed, and took him even deeper, down her throat.
His body flooded with the pleasure of being inside her, her nose pressing against his belly each time she bobbed her head and swallowed him. He didn’t want to finish this way, though. Setting his hand on her cheek, he guided her off him.
She wrinkled her brow. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. That was incredible. But I want to do it all while I’m here. And the thought of you riding me is etched in my brain right now.”
Her smile was too seductive as she sat up, found the condoms, and straddled his thighs, facing him. “You’ve seen me ride, Thad. You think you can keep up?”
A laugh broke from his belly, making his erection wave like a flag. “You’re half-crazy, Cheyenne. I love it.” She made him laugh more than he ever had with anyone.
Her face sobered.
Shit, he’d used the “L” word. Too soon for that. He needed to be careful. Make smart decisions, not the wild, impulsive ones he’d made with Melissa. Running his hands along her outer thighs, he winked. “Show me what you got, then. Ride me like you want it bad.”
After sheathing him, she crawled up his body, kissing him. “I do want it bad.” She canted her hips, sliding his hard length along her slick folds. “Can you feel it?”
“Yeah.” Shocks razored from where he touched her all the way down his shaft, exploding in his belly. “I feel it…” He grasped her hips and pushed her down onto him. “I want to feel it all.”
She dropped onto him, impaling herself on him. Sitting up, she threw her head back and cried out in wordless pleasure.
Watching her ecstasy, her wild beauty, his heart stuttered a few times. He wanted her, body, heart, soul. Yeah, it was too fast, but he’d deal with that later. Right now, he allowed himself to think of her as “his.” Her full breasts pointed upward, their peaks tight and red. Her waist curved in, showing off the feminine fullness of her hips.
Perfection. Her body, her sense of humor, her caring and concern. Right now, mainly her body. “You best hang on.” He grasped her hips, lifting her, sliding her off him, then pumped his hips upward, into her tight, hot channel. Chills raced up his spine. He wouldn’t last long.
She leaned forward, planting her hands on his chest, her hair flying around her face like a storm cloud. “You’d best hang on, Thad. This is going to get rowdy.”
He lifted one brow and dropped his hands to the side, showing her she was in charge.
Pushing herself up and nearly off his staff, she dug her nails into his chest and slammed down onto him again.
His brain clouded as he stared at her, letting feeling take over where his thoughts had been.
She rode him, sometimes staring into his eyes, sometimes tossing her head back, bracing her hands on his thighs, sometimes long, slow movements followed by fast, hard slides of their skin against each other.
When she squeaked and tensed her muscles, Thad cupped one of her breasts. Between his fingers, he pinched and rolled her nipple. His other hand eased between her legs, finding her sweet little bud and pinching it in rhythm with her ride.
In seconds, she broke apart, shivering and crying out as she bounced up and down on his cock. She stopped moving, and melted down onto him.
He’d never seen anything so perfect in his life.
****
Cheyenne drifted back to earth from a jarring
ride through the heavens. Lord, this man made her body react like nothing she’d experienced before.
He flipped her, laying her on the bed, his hard length still embedded in her, still pulsing.
She spread her legs, wrapped her arms around his back, and sighed. “Thad, you left me completely brainless.”
He chuckled and moved his hips in a few quick pokes. “I like a woman who’s not too brainy.”
“Keep me satisfied like this, and there’s no way I could ever appear in court again.” She was blathering, but it was just nice to hear his voice responding to her.
“Deal.” His thrusts became more defined, stronger, longer, as he slid in and out of her.
“Deal.” She explored the movement of muscles on his back with each of his pumps, squeezed the huge biceps that held his body just an inch off hers. Touched his face, running her fingers over his mustache and goatee. “I like the facial hair.”
His unfocused eyes sought hers. “Covers scars.” He adjusted his legs, pushing hers open wider, and sliding into her, hard and fast, picking up speed.
Scars? She would ask later, but at least he was starting to open up to her. Her body shimmered with his movements, calling her to let go and enjoy all his hard work.
“Harder, Thad.” She could come again, now, and bit her cheek, holding off, to come with him.
He jackhammered into her, shoving her across the bed as he shouted and bared his teeth.
She rolled into a slow, sweet orgasm, swirling through the ozone, diving through clouds and rain. She landed back in her body as he collapsed onto her, squeezing out all her air. She didn’t need oxygen, not when she had him right here.
He rolled onto his side, taking her with him. “That was incredible. Better than the first time.” Kissing her nose, he ran his thumb over her cheek. “It’ll get better each time.”
She smiled. “I like your confidence.” Her fingers touched his chin, playing in the soft hairs there. “How many more times are you hoping for today?”
