Curtis (Coyote Ridge) (Volume 1)

by Nicole Edwards

  It didn’t take long before their clothes were discarded and Lorrie was once again in his arms, her slight body beneath his as he stared down at her.

  He wanted to run his tongue over every soft curve until she was pleading for more.

  “I’m gonna kiss you, baby,” he said, wanting to warn her. “Everywhere.”

  Her eyes widened, and she smiled, a slight nod the only sign of her acquiescence.

  Starting with her lips, Curtis kissed her mouth before sliding down her jaw, her neck. He inhaled her sweet, flowery scent, finding himself completely addicted to it. Her skin was so smooth, so soft. Like silk against his tongue. Her faint mewls were driving him wild, making him crazy with need. He worked his way lower, going slowly, making sure he continued to caress her with his hands as he used his mouth to trail kisses over her chest.

  Part of him expected her to stop him, even if only so that she could catch her breath. She didn’t. Her hands moved over his shoulders, his neck, his face, her fingers then brushing against his head, his hair too short for her to tug, so she settled for gripping his head, which was erotic in its own right.

  When his lips met her breasts, she let out a soft moan, which only encouraged him to continue. Unable to resist, Curtis sucked her nipple into his mouth, watching her face as he did. Her eyes were closed, one hand clenching the sheet, the other tightening on his head as he feasted on her.

  “Curtis… Oh, Curtis… Mmm…”

  As much as he wanted to spend all night attending to every inch of her as he’d promised, he didn’t have the self-control necessary right now. His dick was like iron, and he needed to feel the warmth of her wrapped around him. Forcing himself to release her, he made his way back up her body, hovering over her as he pressed his mouth to hers. Their tongues mingled, searching, seeking, a feeling of desperation unlike anything he’d felt before consuming him as he aligned his body with hers.

  “As much as I want to draw this out for you, I can’t wait. I’ve waited so long already…”

  Lorrie pressed her finger to his lips. “Don’t wait.”

  He pulled back and stared down at her. “Are you ready, baby?”

  Lorrie nodded, her arms wrapped around his neck.

  “It might hurt a little,” he warned. “But I’ll go slow.”

  Another nod.

  As he pushed against her sex, finding the entrance to her body, he held his breath, watching her intently. She hissed as he pushed inside, still moving slowly, only an inch, maybe two.

  Holy.

  Fuck.

  She felt so good. So warm. So slick. It was everything he’d imagined magnified by infinity.

  “Kiss me, Curtis,” she whimpered.

  Crushing his mouth to hers, he allowed her to use him as a distraction while he pushed past her body’s natural resistance until he was fully inside her.

  Heaven Almighty.

  Curtis couldn’t draw air into his lungs. The feeling was so exquisite. Being inside her was … better than breathing.

  They were both panting, but Curtis never stopped kissing her, pumping his hips forward, then retreating. He maintained a slow pace for as long as he could, but he felt his own release barreling down on him, and he knew she wasn’t even close. As much as he wanted to let go, to give in, to take what he’d only dreamed about, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. What mattered was Lorrie, bringing her the most pleasure he could.

  With his mouth still fused to hers, he managed to ease his hand between their bodies until he found the swollen nub at the top of her sex. He worked it with his thumb, desperate to make her climax because he couldn’t hold on much longer. Her hips bucked, her fingernails dug into his shoulders, her teeth clamped down on his lip as she pleaded for more. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He’d waited what felt like a lifetime for this.

  Shifting his hips, Curtis changed the angle, reaching for her leg and pulling her knee to his side while he continued to move in and out, slow and deep.

  Fuck. “Oh, fuck.” He couldn’t keep the words inside. “You feel so good, baby.” He groaned and grunted, the sensations intensifying, sending him higher and higher.

  Unable to help it, he increased his pace, his hips thrusting forward, driving as deep as he could.

  Lorrie pulled her mouth from his, her back bowing as she cried out his name over and over again. He felt her inner walls gripping him until the pleasure bordered on pain. It was then that he gave himself over to his release.

  Lying in bed with Curtis, Lorrie was sore but completely sated, her brain obliterated by how incredible that had been. It wasn’t that she was a prude. In fact, she wasn’t nearly as prudish as people thought her to be. The idea of sex had never shocked her. Not even reference to sex. After all, she did have an older brother who was quite proud of his conquests. Her trepidation had come with not knowing, not understanding. Truth was, back then, when they’d first gotten married, she had been too young.

  Maybe she’d never had sex until now, but she knew her body. She understood what caused pleasure, because reading books was enlightening. But she’d also heard some girls talk. According to them, sex wasn’t great, most of the time not even enjoyable. One girl had even said that it didn’t feel good for her at all, but it wasn’t supposed to.

  Well, apparently she hadn’t been with the right man, because…

  Wow.

  Never would she have imagined that sex would be like that. And she wasn’t referring to the initial discomfort. That was so miniscule it’d hardly registered. What had was the way Curtis made her feel. The intensity of it was nearly overwhelming.

  And yes, perhaps she’d had high expectations. After all, for the past few years, she hadn’t sat around doing nothing. She’d been reading. Devouring literature as fast as she could. Since she came from a backwoods small town, she knew that she had no choice but to soak up as much information as she could or she would one day end up like her mother, wallowing in her own self-pity while popping out children for a man who didn’t respect her. And that was something she refused to do.

  So, she had read books. Lots and lots of books. Some were ones that she’d read secretly in the far corner of the library when she’d known no one would find out. The ones like The Feminine Mystique and The Second Sex that made her think. They also made her fear what might be her destiny. Of course, she’d then ventured into romance novels, which were … so much better. Basically, Lorrie hadn’t checked any of those out of the library, because there was no way she wanted anyone to know what she was reading.

  But nothing she’d ever experienced was as empowering (at least for her) as what had transpired between her and Curtis tonight. Though they’d been married for nearly five years, it felt as though tonight was their wedding night.

  Perhaps it was.

  More so than that, Lorrie had never expected to enjoy it so much. So much that she was eager to do it again.

  “What’re you thinkin’ about?” Curtis grumbled in her ear, his warmth pressing up against her back, his arms wrapped tightly around her.

  Although she was still floating from that experience, Lorrie couldn’t bring herself to tell him that she was thinking about sex, so she said, “What I want to do with my life?”

  “That serious, huh?” He chuckled.

  “Not really, no. But I have given it some thought since you left.”

  “Do tell,” he encouraged, pulling her tighter against him.

  “I don’t know just yet, to be honest. But I know that I’m not going to be like my mother.” She rolled over so that she was facing him, settling against him once more.

  Curtis kissed her temple. “In what way?”

  “I’ve read books,” she explained. “A lot of books. And I see women complain that they don’t want to be housewives.”

  “Do you?”

  “Yes,” she said quickly. “But not because that’s what’s expected of me.”

  “It’s not,” he said against her ear.

  “I know y
ou don’t think that way, but that’s not the way of the world just yet. I’ve learned how to embrace being a woman. And that’s how I want to live my life.”

  Curtis nuzzled her neck. “I like that you’re a woman.”

  Lorrie giggled, his rumbling voice tickling her skin.

  “I love you, Lorrie,” he whispered softly. “I love you more than anything in this world. My only goal is to make you happy. Things didn’t start out quite the way anyone would’ve planned, but I think what happened is going to help us. Sure, I could’ve made better decisions, but—”

  “I don’t need an apology,” she interrupted, placing her fingers against his lips. “I need your love, Curtis. That’s all I need.”

  She knew it wouldn’t be easy for them. They’d started out young, but so had lots of other people. It still hurt her heart to know that Curtis had deceived her, that he’d purposely become a soldier in order to put distance between them. When she looked at it rationally, she understood. When she looked at it as his wife, it hurt. But most importantly, she knew he’d done it because he loved her.

  And with love, she knew they could weather any storm.

  chapter TWENTY-THREE

  SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 14, 1968

  I’ve been looking forward to today all week. For the past few days, Curtis has been teasing me relentlessly. He’s making all sorts of dirty promises that keep my body humming. And now, tonight, I fully intend to make him pay up for all the torment.

  The moment he walked in the door after working on the ranch all day, Curtis expected Lorrie to be waiting for him. She had told him in no uncertain terms earlier in the day that he had some responsibilities to take care of when he got home. And she hadn’t been referring to taking out the garbage, either.

  Which was the reason he was home a little earlier than usual. He was eager to get to work.

  On her.

  “Where’re you at, baby?” he called as he tossed his hat on the coffee table.

  “In here,” she hollered back.

  He followed the sound of her voice toward the bathroom. That was when he noticed that the shower water was on. The door was open a crack, so he pushed it in and stepped inside.

  “Curtis!” Lorrie squealed from the other side of the shower curtain. “I’m takin’ a shower.”

  “I can see that,” he told her, although he couldn’t actually see anything. Yet. “And now you’re takin’ one with me.”

  He quickly disrobed and joined her in the tub, laughing when he saw that she was trying to cover herself. Her hands attempted to shield her most secret parts, but still she spun around so that her back was to him, and he got an unobstructed view of her fabulous ass.

  “No sense in coverin’ it up, darlin’. I’ve seen it all.”

  It had been nearly two months since he’d gotten back, and he’d spent the first couple of weeks ravishing her every chance he got. Then he had forced himself to slow down, mainly because he’d seen how exhausted Lorrie was. But it didn’t take long for him to realize that she didn’t want him to slow down, and that was the reason he’d started teasing her at every turn.

  Sex was fantastic, no doubt about that. But teasing her … tormenting her … building her up so that he knew when he finally gave her what she needed, she would come apart in his arms … that was the best part.

  Now, he fully intended to satisfy her in every way.

  “Mmm,” he moaned against her neck as he moved her wet hair out of the way. He cupped her ass in his hands and squeezed, bending his knees and sliding his dick along the crease. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

  “How so?” she asked, her voice rough with arousal.

  Another thing about Lorrie that he’d learned in recent weeks was that she loved when he talked to her during sex. The dirtier his mouth, the hotter she seemed to burn.

  Standing up straight, he rocked his hips, grinding his rigid erection against the smooth skin of her back while he reached around and cupped her breasts.

  “Lean back against me,” he instructed.

  She did without question, which made him smile.

  “Have I told you how fucking nice your tits are?”

  Lorrie shook her head.

  Curtis pinched her nipples gently, enjoying the soft moans that came from her as he did. “They’re fucking fantastic.”

  He continued to fondle her, enjoying the way she hissed when he rolled her nipples between his fingers, tugging on them. She was so damn sexy he couldn’t get enough of her.

  “Turn around,” he instructed, reluctantly letting go of her.

  Lorrie slowly pivoted so that she was facing him, and Curtis resituated them so that she was up against the wall. He picked up where he’d left off, tweaking her nipples, watching his fingers as he did. Her pale skin was a stark contrast against his sun-bronzed hands, and for some reason, watching made his dick throb incessantly. She seemed to be just as captivated by what he was doing, her chest heaving as her breaths grew more rapid.

  “You like that?”

  Lorrie met his gaze. “Yes.”

  “You like it when I put my mouth on them?”

  She nodded.

  “Tell me.”

  “Yes.”

  Leaning down, Curtis sucked one distended nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.

  Her hands went to his hair, holding him to her as he feasted on her, his other hand sliding down between her thighs, over the downy-soft hair. Lorrie’s legs widened as he dipped his finger between her pussy lips, gently caressing her clitoris. She was wet already, and he knew it had nothing to do with the shower.

  He continued to fondle her slowly as he stood up and pressed his lips to hers. He kissed her hard, but never hurried his movements, wanting to bring her to the brink but not send her over. Not yet, anyway.

  Trailing his lips over her cheek, he then nibbled on her earlobe, groaning as he dipped his finger inside her, fucking her slowly.

  “You like that, don’t you? You like when I finger your pussy?”

  Her sharp inhale was his answer.

  Anticipating her reaction, Curtis removed his fingers, then took a step back beneath the water before reaching for the shampoo. Pretending that he hadn’t left her hanging, he proceeded to wash his hair. When he opened his eyes and met her gaze, he laughed.

  She frowned.

  “Don’t worry, darlin’,” he said sympathetically, grabbing the bar of soap and swiping it over his body, spending an extra few seconds stroking his erection while he watched her. “I’m not done with you yet.”

  Wasn’t long before her frown disappeared and arousal returned to her expression as she watched him masturbate slowly.

  “You like watching me, don’t you?” He gripped his shaft tighter, stroking slow and easy. He didn’t stop, and Lorrie didn’t take her eyes off his hand working his dick.

  “I like when you watch,” he said gruffly, letting the water rinse the soap from his body. He took a step closer. “But what I’d like even more would be for those pretty lips to be wrapped around me.”

  Her eyes widened, but she didn’t shy away from him. Although they’d gotten the sex part down, Curtis had opted to go slow with her when it came to all of the other extracurricular activities. There were so many things he intended to experience with her, but he knew that going slow was key.

  “Get on your knees for me,” he instructed, keeping his tone soft but firm.

  That was another thing he’d found out about Lorrie; she liked when he took charge.

  Curtis continued to stroke himself, watching as she eased down to her knees before him. He cupped the back of her head, continuing to watch her face as he stroked his dick, then stepped closer to her.

  “Give me your hand,” he said.

  Lorrie’s wide eyes shot up to his face momentarily, but then she held out her hand. He took her wrist, then placed her fingers around the rigid length of his erection, sucking in a breath when she touched him. Guiding her hand slowly, he cont
inued to watch.

  “That’s it. Feels so good.” He looked at her face again. “I love when you touch me. I’m sure I could come from your hand alone.”

  Not that he intended to.

  He waited until she was doing most of the work herself, fisting his dick, slowly working her hand up and down his length. When she’d ratcheted his blood pressure up a few notches, he said, “Now use that pretty little tongue and lick me.”

  Without meeting his gaze this time, Lorrie leaned forward. He could tell she was hesitant, but she was also curious. Up to this point, he hadn’t attempted to put his dick in her mouth, choosing instead to find a million ways to pleasure her. Not that he hadn’t thought about it, but in the back of his mind, there had always been a niggling feeling that stopped him. There was the risk that she would find the act too crude, that she might turn him away and be disgusted by him, but so far, she hadn’t balked at anything he’d done to her, so it was a risk he was willing to take.

  Lorrie’s tongue darted out past her lips, swiping the crown briefly. He hissed again, making sure she heard what she did to him. As he continued to cup her head, he urged her forward a little. “Don’t stop.”

  She dropped her hand from around his shaft, then slowly worked him with her tongue. Using his own fist, he guided his dick where he wanted it, moaning as she lapped at him like an ice cream cone.

  “Now put those pretty lips around me, baby,” he instructed gruffly.

  Her eyes lifted again, uncertainty in her gaze this time.

  Curtis didn’t want to force her, knowing she would eventually relent, but he wanted her to work out the battle in her head. He knew she’d read books, because she’d told him she had, but he wasn’t sure exactly how far those stories had gone.