by Rose Francis
She nodded hazily, her dark eyes studying his handsome face, flinching just the slightest bit at the attention to her pained behind. Licking over her lips, she managed out, “I look forward to it.”
Chapter 12
He stood up then, and with a final look at her bent over like that, he simply left the room and headed on back out. The morning was likely gone now, he thought, but he was starving, and needed to make it to lunch.
Sat outside on the stoop was the girl from the night before, the redheaded woman from the hidden meeting. She looked up at him skeptically before returning back to her book, letting him get on with his day with no further comment.
It wasn’t quite so late as he thought, but the rest of the morning was a tizzy of excitement and planning as he struggled to get all of his jobs lined up for the next visit. Most of the previous day had been eaten up by unplanned events, and he had a host of eager tradespeople wanting little favours and deals.
By the time he finally broke away from it all, he’d just finished dinner and was headed back to Tia’s general store.
She was tidying up from the day when he entered, and her big smile told him all he needed to know. Her voice was a lot lower as she walked around to him, dressed in a beautiful baby-blue sundress that clung to her breasts.
“I’ve spoken with her”—she pulled him into a hug, her large breasts pressing against him—“and she’s excited, I think. Embarrassed, but excited. She went and got a bath and just got back a little while ago,” she explained. “She’s upstairs in her room, but I think we should use mine. The bed is larger.”
Leon put his arms around the busty woman, tugging her in and holding her close and kissing her on the lips as a husband would. “Give you more memories to think back on when you’re falling asleep in that bed too,” he remarked with a wry smile, his powerful hand giving her ass a firm squeeze. He was already twitching to life at the thought.
She laughed, a sparkle of excitement in her eyes before she tried to quiet his voice. “Did you maybe want to go talk to her first? See how she is? It might be easier for you to kinda get a feelin’ for how she’s goin’ to be.”
With a warm smile and a nod, he spoke huskily as if a father taking on some responsibility—“I’ll do just that”—then gave her a full kiss, parting their two lips to push his tongue into her mouth. All the while he stroked her side and kneaded her ass flesh, taking his time with the kiss before he broke it off. “We’ll call for you when we’re ready then.”
“You guys can just barge in. I’ll be in my room.” She smiled, biting in her lower lip and tasting his lingering saliva there.
He chuckled and gave her bottom a pinch before he moved on, heading up the stairs toward Faith’s room. It was hard to contain his excitement at the prospect, but Leon did a remarkable job of it as he approached her door to knock lightly. “Hey, it’s me, sexy,” he called in a casually suave manner, laying it on a bit thick to lighten the mood.
She didn’t just call him in as usual, instead walking to the door and opening it slowly. She was still in her jeans and tank top, but her skin was freshly scrubbed and her hair was still drying a bit, dripping down her back. There was a bit of wetness where it had soaked the material of her top.
Her smile was slow and cautious as she pushed open the door, letting him in and closing it behind him. “Hey, I’m sorry about her. You know how she is.”
With a hearty chuckle he moved on in, making himself comfortable in his slow, steady manner. He sat down upon her bed and leaned onto his knees, watching her with a smile. “Does it matter if we finally got what we really want?” he said in a sly, conspiratorial tone that was as much joke as serious.
She shrugged her bare, olive shoulders, joining him on the bed, sitting herself down cross-legged. It was as if being called out on her teasing had taken the wind out of her sails, and instead she was just... normal. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes, her smile quirking her lips.
“You don’t think it’s weird?”
Chuckling at that again, he leaned over enough to put his arm about her, tugging her to him with that extreme ease his great size and strength allowed him, nestling her to his chest. “Everythin’ is weird since the fall,” he explained quietly, then kissed her head, “but nothin’ about caring for you or Tia feels weird to me, Faith.”
She nodded, moulding her body into his and obviously feeling a bit more comfortable at his reassurance. She took in a deep breath, unable to look at him as she asked her final question.
“You won’t think differently of me?”
Wrapping both of his burly arms about her, he gave her a tender, loving squeeze, his hand stroking up and down along her hip and thigh. “Certainly won’t love you any less,” he stated assuredly, then added for humour, “but it is only fair. You’ve seen me in all my glory more than once, and I never get the same treatment.”
She laughed, her head dropping down as her shoulders jostled. “Yea, well. You’re an easy guy to walk in on,” she responded slyly, looking at him curiously. “So we’re sure, then?” she mused, the words seeming as though they were an affirmation of her own convictions.
Lifting his hand from her thigh, he gently took her chin and tilted her head up toward him, holding her gaze with his own dark eyes awhile. “Damn sure,” he stated firmly, then leaned in, head tilted, and gave her a warm kiss on the lips, a milder version of what he gave to Tia just moments before.
It quickly became apparent just how nervous she was, that thin wall of confidence she had so recently built coming tumbling down. She trembled against him, her lips so soft yet almost unresponsive, uncertain. She tasted so delicious, though, like she had just eaten something sweet, and her body smelled exquisite as he got in so close to her clean flesh.
Leon didn’t back down right away, though. He lingered there, his mouth and tongue massaging her lips and giving her time to adjust before he pulled back slowly and squeezed her in his arms again. “I love you, Faith. You’ve got nothin’ to be ashamed or frightened of with me.” He gave her a wild, disarming smile. “We don’t have to do a thing until you’re ready.”
She was breathing heavier by the time he released her, and her face was already flushed hot. She licked over her lips, so similar to what Tia had done moments before, and her eyes caught his. She was burning for him, yet she trembled with uncertainty and fear. Above all else, she did not want him to think less of her.
Trailing her hand to his face, she stroked over his jaw so lovingly, her thumb rubbing against his flesh before she nodded.
“I trust you.”
With a broadening smile, he touched his forehead down to hers and stroked his thumb over her cheek and neck. “Good. Because there aren’t many in this world that I’d give everything for, and you’re one of ’em.” He leaned in and gave her lips a kiss, just at the corner this time. “We can stay in here, just you and I a bit longer, if you want.” His hand trailed down, lightly grazing her neck and shoulder.
She breathed a bit heavier, uncertainty crossing her face. She was obviously considering the feelings of her adoptive sister, and she licked over her lips as she thought. That tiny pink tongue running along the beautifully sculpted lips, she seemed so unaware of her own beauty and power.
She had spent so much time putting up such a powerful front, and it had all crumbled because of him. She squeezed his knee. “Will she mind?”
With a big, uneven grin he rubbed his hand back over her thigh, his thumb between her legs as he felt her. “She can wait. And when you waltz in there on my arm ready to pick up where you and I left off, she’ll be confused as hell.” He leaned down again and kissed her lips plushly, then again. “Besides, I like my alone time with you.”
She trembled, her hands going up to either side of his face, holding him so near to her as if she didn’t want his mouth to leave hers. She breathed against his lips, her eyes hooded, “I just wish she didn’t think I couldn’t do this on my own. I wish she trusted me.”
/> As she held his face, he slipped his own hands around her body, rubbing up her back and holding her in turn. He continued to give her his moist, warm kisses, their lips smacking lightly. “She just wants your first time to be special. Where you’ve got nothin’ to prove to anyone. But frankly, I’m glad it’s an opportunity for you and I to share somethin’ so close, Faith.” His own voice was husky, low, and soothing.
She blinked, having not thought about his rebuttal, but her smile grew as he continued on. She nodded, becoming more adept at returning his oral affections. She mimicked him in slight manners, each time leaving shy and returning more boldly.
“I just need some time to warm up to the idea,” she murmured, and for a moment there was a flash of the old, familiar Faith. The vixen that lay beneath the inexperience.
Rubbing his hands over her more and more aggressively, feeling her out as they kissed, him, too, seeming to heat up to their activities, he worked his lips back from hers across her face toward her ear. He murmured to her there softly, “I thought for sure you and I would’ve ended up together sooner than this. You damn near drive me wild, Faith.”
She laughed, the sound soft and embarrassed, nuzzling her skin against his. She seemed to just want to feel him, to experience his body for a while; the heat and the warmth and security that his form brought her. “I was scared,” she admitted, the sound so small from such a usually brazen woman.
“I wouldn’t have guessed,” he responded truthfully in a husky, gravelly voice. Kissing his way down her neck, his strong hands rubbed about her still, moving from her back to her sides, his thumbs beginning to push up around and over her breasts. “You’re gorgeous Faith,” he said deeply.
She wore no bra. That much was obvious as he roamed her back and sides, the swells of her breasts so firm and tantalizing. Her nipples poked against the fabric of her top, and her breathing grew more shallow.
“Thanks,” she murmured, her hands running along his arms, then down to the tops of his hands, holding him against her. “I always liked you. Figured Tia... woulda been pissed, but then she came and talked to me today and... I dunno. Was weird.”
He pulled back a little, though his hands never ceased to feel and rub her as he looked her in the eyes. With another moist kiss he asked, “Once we’ve done this, we can meet, just you and I, in the future. Do it our own way, y’know?” With a broad smile, he kissed her again. “And I’ve always liked you too.”
She kissed him back, sucking on his lower lip exploratively, her arms slowly moving to wrap around him. She was slender, though still healthy, and quite tall. It made her curves look more subtle and drawn out, and the way her small clothes clung to her was exquisite. She managed to look so casual and sexual all at once.
“What’s going to happen?” she murmured, her pulse pounding.
Continuing to kiss down her form, his thick lips puckering and peppering her shoulder and neck, he spoke to her in his steady, strong voice. “You and I are going to stay here, touching and doing whatever we want, until you decide you’re ready to go into the next room. Then you’ll not need to worry about a single thing, Faith. Because Tia and I will show it all to you.” His thumbs brushed against her stiff nipples purposefully, then he moved down, kissing them over her top before rising his head up with a confident smile.
She nodded, her breath catching in her throat for a moment before it exhaled with a moan. “Okay,” she agreed, her lips quirking into a smile. She relaxed against him with sex off the immediate table, and she allowed herself to get more into his motions, suddenly feeling the fabric of her shorts and top to a degree she hadn’t before. She was growing aware of sensations she hadn’t noticed, and the warmth and confidence of his body kept edging down her barriers inch by inch.
Shifting, Leon slid one arm about her back, then pressed into the kiss more deeply than before. His tongue delved into her mouth, and he pressed her whole body back, supported by his arms. He made out with her back atop her bed, the thing groaning and creaking beneath his weight as he used his free hand to feel her chest, stomach, and down to her hips and thighs. He took his time exploring her, holding himself back to ease her into things.
Her body yielded to his, her skin so smooth and fresh from her recent bath, feeling as though it had been recently lotioned—not such an easy task after the fall. Her arms wrapped around his thick neck as she kissed him back, growing more comfortable with the motion and following his movements. They were already so warm, the heat in the air growing noticeably the longer they made out.
With a low groan from deep in his chest, Leon felt his own need rising as they slowly made out. His cock was straining against the confines of his pants, and it pushed him forward, urging him to touch with his own fingers betwixt her legs, rubbing over her own sex in a careful manner at first. He was cautious in stoking her fires, but his strength and masculinity was so abundant.
She gasped, and for a moment it felt as though she might try to bolt. Her entire body tightened and tensed, but his skillful fingers didn’t leave her scared for long. After a few moments, she relaxed against the bed, but her lidded eyes stared up at him.
“I think it’s time,” she murmured.
Raising his head up, he gave her a broad smile, eagerness on his own face as he continued to rub her sex, tracing its outline through her pants.
“Almost wish we didn’t have to go over there,” he said, but he slipped back up off her, and held out his hands, taking hers and pulling her up with gentle ease.
She was a bit bashful, a full flush over her body as she accepted his hand and squeezed. “We don’t, but I’d like to,” she admitted. She was closer with him now, not straying far from his side even as she walked to the door and opened it. “I want to do this right.”
He gave her a proud smile, and put his arm around her, resting his hand on her hip and walking out into the hall together.
“Can’t wait then,” he said, leading her down the hall to Tia’s room. He didn’t bother to knock but pushed open the door to lead Faith on in.
Tia was sat on her bed, still in her light-blue dress, and her eyes darted up from her notebook when she heard the noise. Placing it aside, she stood up, the room lit by a few candles, a light scent of natural flowers in the air. She looked so beautiful, her brown hair pulled off her shoulders and piled at the back of her head.
“Hi,” she uttered softly, as though she were not wishing to break a spell. “How’re you feeling Faith?”
Faith smiled as she looked up at Leon, then back at her “sister.” “Fine. Just... didn’t want to get too carried away,” she added on, squeezing Leon’s hand.
Tia walked over to her, shutting the door behind them. “Well, you’re safe to get carried away here. It’s all up to you. We’ll take it slow, though?” she asked, more than told, and Faith nodded.
“I was enjoying...” She flushed, looking away.
Leon leaned over and gave Tia a kiss on the lips before turning his full attentions to Faith again, squeezing her hand back and then rubbing his hand across her stomach. “We both were,” he agreed, giving a big smile and pulling the smaller woman into an embrace again, holding her against his chest.
Faith enjoyed being coddled by him, and her fingers rubbed along his chest as Tia reached out to take both of their hands, guiding them to the bed. “Well, I don’t have to interrupt. Just, whatever you want. I can show you if you have questions on how to do something,” Tia encouraged, looking at Leon. “If you wanted to just keep going.” Tia smiled, sitting on the bed, her legs stretching out along the seam with the wall.
Faith looked at Leon as she sat atop the bed, her eyes inquisitive.
With a broad smile to Tia, Leon helped guide Faith to the bed, climbing atop it with the two women, arms still around the less experienced one. “Well, you have seen me and Tia at it more than once,” he remarked, looking to Faith with a glint in his eyes, “but you’ve never really seen it in motion, have you?” He leaned in and nuzzled the woman’s ne
ck before kissing it. “Like to see a bit more first?”
“You guys always stopped when I came in,” she whispered, a smile sneaking to her lips that revealed a bit more of her intentions on such entrances. Her heart pounded against her chest, craving closeness with the man even as she nodded.
Her expression was one of delicious joy, of excitement and pleasure that she had a hard time containing.
Leon’s look began to match hers, and then with a soft suckle of her neck and a kiss of her lips, he slowly untangled himself from around Faith and looked to Tia.
“I think we just got a request,” he said, and standing up, he pulled his sweater up off over his head, tossing it away as he bared his broad, hard chest. He took his time, methodically removing his belt and pants, but it all came away quickly nonetheless.
Faith was enraptured, finally having the time—and the approval—to stare. She was hungry for his body, her eyes scanning over him, focussing on the differences in his body from the others around town. She seemed enthralled by his scars, those marks and flecks that marred his beautiful chest, the delightful hue of his body titillating her.
Tia matched his slow motions, stripping herself out of the blue dress and letting it fall beneath the bed. Her body was so much shorter and more curvaceous than Faith’s, and suddenly the young woman’s eyes went back and forth between them. She had obviously seen her older “sister” nude many times before, but so rarely in this context.
The centrepiece of Leon’s body, his thick, sizeable cock, stood out with its aching stiffness. Moving toward Tia, he took her into his arms in a smooth, comfortable gesture that spoke of their long familiarity. He gripped her ass and held the back of her head as they met in a deep, passionate kiss, and almost immediately he began to push her back to the bed, the two of them moving to crawl atop it.
Tia’s arms immediately wrapped around his neck and body, her hands slowly wandering down his back, scratching at him lightly. She moaned against his mouth, her legs spreading and leaving room for his thighs, his cock pressing against her mons lengthwise.
