“I just want you to relax and enjoy it. You don’t have to do anything.” Having pleasure inflicted on me and not having to return it was something new for me. He was making this all about me and then he kneeled down on the floor with his hands busily getting rid of the corset. The ties were quite intricate, but he was able to make short work of them. My body was now open for his inspection and before long he was flicking at my nipples and making me sigh with a contentment that I had not felt in some time.
“Oh my…that does feel good. I don’t think I’m gonna be able to stop you.” I think that I’d just said the magic words, because his teeth were now grazing across the surface of that one nipple. He did the same thing to the other, while pinching the one that he currently wasn’t sucking on. I was squirming and there was no way that I could possibly sit still through something like this.
“Lucas, I have to tell you that this the first time that I’ve been with the man other than my husband. I’ve never even seen another man naked, until you showed me something that I had not seen before. My husband is pretty blessed between his legs, but nothing compared to you. I’m not even sure if I can handle something like that. It’s not like I’m going to run screaming from the room.” His tongue was now dancing along the inside of my thigh and the lips of my wet pussy were now quivering with a need to feel him. He touched on my clit for a second, making me jump almost out of my skin.
“I think that you have lost something and now you found something. Grab onto it and never let it go. By this time tomorrow, we will be married and I’ll have your hand in mine with Nancy looking on with pride from knowing that she was going to get a real family.” His tongue made contact with my pussy. He opened me up with his fingers to find the bright pink interior waiting for him. It was already juicy and he easily inserted his tongue, until he began to move in such a way that seemed almost impossible. My legs wrapped around his neck and I pulled him closer with my ankles to make him almost suffocate on the juices that were now squirting out of my hole.
I was banging my heels on his neck. I just hoped that I wasn’t doing any permanent damage. It was my intention to let myself go, but this was like my entire body was telling me it was waiting for this moment.
His tongue seemed to have a mind of its own. Whatever woman he had been within the past must’ve been very lucky to have a guy like him servicing her needs. I came and I hadn’t had that pleasure, since my husband had died in that fire. I’d not been with a man, since and it was like I was ready to explode from the moment that I saw him naked.
He finally pulled his face away from me, showing that he was getting a secret thrill out of giving me oral gratification. I may not drink, but right now I could use a stiff one. Then again, there was a stiff one right there. It wasn’t necessarily the same, as liquid encouragement, but it was already calling my name. He stood on shaky legs and his cock head brushed across my lips only briefly.
“Emma, I love how you just screamed. I also saw the way that you muffled it by putting your knuckle up against your mouth. That shows not only that you are a woman, but you are a mother that knows how impressionable young children can be. We don’t want her to come calling to find out what all the noise is about.” I didn’t think that was going to happen, but my instincts were to keep things, as quiet as possible. We were on the other side of the house, but that didn’t mean that we were immune to the curiosity of a child that might have come out to get a drink of water
I grabbed him and pulled him towards my mouth, stopping momentarily to try to justify my actions. I finally said fuck it and I took him into my mouth. I let the feeling of bliss surround me like a warm blanket. I took just a little bit more, feeling that knob pressing up against the back of my mouth and then letting him find entry.
I knew that it wasn’t right for me to be with him like this. It was only one night. I was trying to tell myself that it would be only this one time, but I knew that I was lying to myself. Once we did get married and find ourselves in each other’s arms, I would never want to be without this kind of loving.
He allowed me to play with his skin flute, licking it up and down and getting him to the point of no return. He pulled away with a gasp coming from his lips. He pushed me back on the bed. My legs were spread in open invitation.
He got on the bed with my ankles in his hands. He thrusted with his hips and impaled me on half of that monument of manhood. I moaned, but he planted his mouth over top of mine to make it more of a muffled exclamation of love. I realized just feeling him deep inside of me with his balls swinging back and forth against my ass had made me see him with love in my eyes. I really didn’t think that I would be able to find that ever again, but he had proven me wrong. The bed was moving and my lips were now spread over top of him, drawing him in ever deeper, until he was literally grunting his replies and banging me, so hard that the headboard was hitting the wall.
My legs were flailing and I was coming all over him, squeezing and pulling at his appendage to get him to give me that creamy center. I raked my nails down his chest, making him arch his back and thrust out with a more determined expression on his face. He was moving quicker and the friction of his shaft warming up my little friend was more than enough to send me into that orgasmic moment.
He held on to my ass and drew me to him over and over again with a wet smack of our skin. I could feel his knob swelling. He turned me and fucked me from behind, while pulling my hair and giving me deep and hard strokes that were meant to touch parts of my body that had not been touched in some time.
“Yes, Lucas… Give it to me.” I didn’t have to ask twice. His loins were now a slave to my desire and he was soon squirting like a dam that had burst from its seams. I felt the product of his love enveloped within me and then he pulled free and let me catch my breath. He needed time to catch his as well and then he moved, until he was lying flat beside me. We had been going at it for almost an hour. I had a feeling from looking at his half erect member that this wasn’t going to be the end of the evening.
We continued into the wee hours of the morning, lying there with happy little smiles on our faces. He easily gave me one orgasm after the other. He didn’t have to think about it and it was almost like our bodies were attuned to how we felt for one another.
“Oh yeah, we are definitely going to have to do that again, Emma.” I slapped his chest playfully and then we slept, until morning.
We married that afternoon with Nancy standing there smiling. I think that was the one thing that she wanted more than anything…a family that loved each other. I found out after that that I was pregnant and that Nancy was going to have company in nine months. I guess Lucas was a very virile young man in his twenties. He was elated by the prospect of being a father. He never had that chance, but now I was giving him that and the love a good woman.
I lie here seven months pregnant and Nancy has her ear to my stomach and listening to the little one kicking up a storm. Exhausted but happy, Lucas was sitting in a chair with his arms crossed. This was what life was all about and I couldn’t be any happier
THE END
The Cowboy’s Dark Love
Chapter One
William strapped his rifle to his back and climbed onto the back of his horse with the ease of someone who had been riding since he had been walking. He had just finished his breakfast and was ready for his morning ride across the property. Every morning he made it a point to check the herd and the fence. He could not afford for someone to make off with any of his cattle, nor could he afford to chase them down if the fence got broken and they got loose.
In the wind of the open plains, his shaggy dark hair tried valiantly to escape the cowboy hat but he gave it his best effort to keep it in check. His sun-touched face creased pleasantly around his deep blue eyes as he scanned the horizon for any signs of foul weather, stray cows, or unwelcome visitors of any kind.
William’s broad shoulders and strong arms were made for the tough manual labor of his plains living, but even
he got nervous when the winds started to blow the dust into swirling clouds and he lost his visual range of the ranchland.
He had grown up in the east, but knew from a very early age that he was not designed for city living. The cobblestone walkways and scheduled afternoon tea just seemed like a waste of time and effort. His parents had been hoping to find him a suitable young wife, but with almost no warning, he had informed them he was headed west into the uncharted territories of the open lands.
Luckily, they were well off so that they could afford to set him up a little bit. The unclaimed territories were available for homesteading, and he had been able to buy sufficient supplies for a small one-room house as well as a few animals to get the farm and ranch started.
The property he had staked ended up being quite large; and he had had very few challenges to his claim. He did have infrequent issues with roaming cattle thieves and Native Americans, but he had learned to deal with the issues with as little violence as possible. He did not see the need to cause more problems than necessary; life on the plains was hard enough without making enemies.
There was a small town trying to survive nearby, and he was able to get supplies for day’s roundtrip journey on horseback. The saloon had taken a few of his dollars, but the attached house of women had not seen any of his time or money.
After he spent is morning riding the perimeter of his ranch, he returned to the one room house next to the pond and contemplated his options for lunch. The chickens provided sufficient eggs for breakfast and any baking; and the cows were usually willing to share their milk. A few times a year, he would butcher one of the cows to stock his freezer for several months. He had been attempting a vegetable garden, but it seemed to always fall on the bottom of his to-do list, so it was a hit or miss whether it provided him with anything worthwhile. But every year, he bought a variety of seeds and gave it an effort.
He was very proud of being self-sufficient in the house and on the ranch, despite the constant urging from his mother to find himself a wife. She had been so certain that her son would marry a nice girl from a good family and settle into the family business back east. Now all she could do was prod and pester him from afar, which was much easier to manage. He laughed to himself whenever he pictured any of those girls he grew up with trying to manage on his ranch. They would not even know which end of the water bucket was up. He, on the other hand, not only ran a successful cattle ranch with a semi successful garden, but also lived in a house that he built with his own hands, and managed to feed and clothe himself.
His bed was lonely and cold; and he had every desire to find a wife and have a family. But the options were few and far between. Most of the women he had encountered in this uncharted open land were either wild Native Americans or working women from the house next to the saloon, and he really had no interest in either one.
When he was in town, he often heard other men discussing the politics back east, and the brewing unrest between northern and southern states, but he tried to tell himself that his family would be fine and that it did not affect his life in the open land.
It was not an easy life he had created. But when the work of the day was done, and dinner was tucked into his belly, he could sit in his handmade wooden chair just outside the front door, and watch the sun disappear into the horizon as he sipped hot black coffee from his steaming mug.
Chapter Two
A dark figure crept between buildings of the tiny town, hiding in the shadows and lurking behind saloons and inns to gather discarded scraps of food. The open plains were speckled with tiny towns trying to scratch out a living, and it was difficult to claw out a meager living while keeping to the dusk and darkness.
Each town started to resemble the last one. All of them had the requisite general store, one or two mandatory saloons, a small dining hall, and possibly an inn with a few rooms to rent. It was hard to track her progress as she moved from one to the next, but she tried to mark her movements as best she could with her limited reading skills. She had been scratching out a living on the run for months, borrowing a horse blanket here or a pair of old shoes there. It was better to be unseen altogether than to try and beg from a town or a house.
There were those who would have her back in chains or worse. Even though her original owners were miles away and probably written her off, there was always another one who would be more than happy to take in a stray. She had no intention of ever returning to a homestead like that, and would prefer to surrender her life than to surrender her freedom.
Opal imagined that one day she could have her own place. She did not hope for anything too large, perhaps a small square of land with a tiny house and a vegetable garden and a couple of chickens. She loved to cook and was sorry to have lost that opportunity. When she was a child, her first position was out on the farm but as she grew up, she had been placed more and more into positions inside the house. She watched as her fellow workers would come and go, bought and sold, and then they would just fade away forever. The household jobs had their advantages and their disadvantages. The other workers looked at her differently when she returned to the sheds at night to sleep. And some of the men of the household thought it was their right to take certain advantages that she just had to endure.
She assumed, correctly, that her movement into the house was partially based on her lighter skin. Many of the workers that were destined to remain outside on the plantations were of dark ebony skin. But since her mother was Haitian by birth and her father had been a very brave Native American, she was much lighter skinned with dark haunting eyes and long straight hair. Her father had long since disappeared back into the forest, and her mother had been sold off the plantation when she was very young. While she was technically without family, she did consider her fellow workers to be a family of sorts. And it had been hard to leave them behind. But when she had found the unique opportunity, she had made a run for it.
She had spent the first night hiding up a tree in the woods of rural Arkansas, hearing the men charging over bushes and the dogs baying for her. But after the first night, the forest had gone quiet except for the crickets and owls. She was not accustomed to silence and it scared her more than the dogs. She knew she had to get out of the immediate area quickly, before anyone recognized her. But Opal also knew she had to get out of the south lest someone else find her and consider her free for the taking.
One of the older men that worked in the fields with her had been teaching her to read, and she had been practicing any chance she had. She hoped she knew enough to read the basic navigation and signs she was going to encounter along the way.
Each town promised both survival and capture. She was not skilled enough to find food in the open land but had done her best at the outskirts of each farm, sometimes picking an apple from a tree or yanking a carrot from the garden. Rarely would a farmer miss one vegetable. There were moments when she longed for the comforts of home, but then she remembered that home was not hers to begin with.
It had been a long journey north over the last several months, traveling only at night and trying to stay invisible during the day. The towns could provide certain supplies but they were more dangerous. The open space gave her room to breathe, but there were fewer resources. Some of it had been so hot she could barely breathe; and parts of it had been so cold she thought she was going to fall asleep and never wake up. But some hidden fire inside her kept her alive and kept her moving. Her dark eyes flashed with the sparks and she kept moving through her newfound freedom. But when her life consisted of nothing more than sleeping in the dirt, stolen clothing and discarded food, what sort of freedom had she really gained. She curled up in the woods and fell into a fitful sleep, the stolen horse blanket wrapped around her against the cold air.
Chapter Three
William rode out to check the wooded area along the east perimeter of his property one evening after a hearty dinner of fried eggs, grilled bread, and soup. Sometimes the calves would wander in there and get caught, unable to
remove themselves from the brambles and brushes. The calves insured both his income and his future so he was cautious about every single one of them. The last month or so, he had felt the autumn chill sneaking into the air and he wished he had the resources for a small barn to house the animals and their babies, but it was not in the financial immediate plans.
He liked the fall season around the farm. The way his breath hung in the air in the mornings; the way the coffee mug warmed his hands at night as he stretched out his long legs in front of the stove; the way his hunting dog liked to curl up in bed with him to share the shelter. Food was a little harder to come by since the vegetable garden was done for the season. He tended to stock up more from the general store during the colder months, to ensure that he and his household would make it through.
He had butchered one of the cows a little while back, and hoped that it would keep him almost until the first thaw. He had smoked a lot of the meat to preserve it for as long as possible. The last of the vegetable garden had been harvested and canned, but it was not all that much. Once the pond froze solid, he could also cut out the ice to use as a refrigerator. Large bags of potatoes, rice, and beans from the general store in town would supplement what he had. The chickens managed okay in their coop, but he would have to check on them to make sure they were staying warm enough to produce his eggs.
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