Not familiar with the term, he lifted a brow. “Meaning?”
“According to what I’ve heard, if we both stated we were married, the state see us as being legally married. Even though, we didn’t stand before a judge or have a church wedding.” Carolyn’s hands glided over his shirt and toyed with the top button. “I only claimed you were my husband to save my job in Naked Bluff. I’m their school teacher. The town, I’m sure, would frown on me sleeping with a man who’s not my husband.”
He guided his hands over her hips and tucked her body deeper between his legs. “Understandable. I didn’t object because I’ve never met such a beautiful woman in my life.”
She smiled and melted against him.
Lust coursed through him and he drew in a deep breath. Her unique scent played over his senses. He dropped his head and nibbled along the side of her neck. The sweet flavor of her skin fed his hunger. He wanted no more than to sink his pulsating cock inside her tight pussy and claim her as his.
“Then you plan to stick around?” She tilted her head, providing him better access to the soft flesh of her neck.
“Hmmm, I only have one objective, and that’s to pleasure my wife until she screams my name.” He outlined the shell of her ear with his tongue.
She shivered and bucked impatiently against him.
The layer of clothes separating them frustrated him, and he lifted his head to soak in the sight of her. The heat in her needy gaze burned through him, igniting a hunger to strip her bare and bring them both to an earth shattering release.
“Zack, I...” The slight quiver in her voice convinced him to take things slow and relish the ride.
“We both need to undress,” Zack said, his voice tight. The new clothes, he’d so enjoyed buying earlier, now stood in the way of his pleasure. If they suddenly evaporated, he’d celebrate their disappearance.
Knowing his control was wearing thin, he relinquished his hold on her and retreated backwards until his butt hit the door. “I want to watch as you undress.”
She blinked and bumped up against the bed’s iron railings. “Why don’t you help me?”
He watched her fingers as they undid the top button. “No. If I touch you, I’ll grow impatient and end up ripping your dress in my haste.”
The opening over her chest widened, and he caught sight of a lacy, white, cotton camisole. All moisture vanished from his mouth and he licked a parched tongue over his lips.
With no buttons left, she slipped off the top of her dress. What he’d mistaken for a one piece dress had two parts.
She turned and stretched out the puff sleeves over the railing of the bed. “I’ll lay it here so it won’t wrinkle.”
Zack didn’t comment, couldn’t have if his life depended on it. His focus was glued to the few buttons at her waistline. He balled his hands into fists, fighting the urge to pop them free.
Entranced by the plain, round disks, he followed the action of her fingers as they again slid the buttons free. His gaze dropped when her skirt hit the floor. Yet, white fabric hid her silk skin from his view. Her bloomers covered her hips and encased her legs in a cloud of material.
He groaned. The snug fit of his clothes around his lower body reminded him of a flank strap on a bucking bull. Ripping the tail of his shirt free from his pants, he undid the first few buttons and yanked the piece over his head.
“Oh, my,” Carolyn’s husky comment drew his focus back to her.
She stood covered in white. The ribbon of her camisole undone, the deep V revealed the swell of her breasts. Nervously, she toyed with the draw string of her bloomers and stared at his chest. Her skirt lay beside her top on the bed’s iron footboard.
His shirt landed on the dresser and he stepped forward. “Sweetheart, I realize it’s been a long time for you but I can’t stop now.”
She giggled and tugged the bow on her bloomers. “I still have on my shoes.”
He held out his hand and directed her around the bed. “Why don’t you sit down? I’ll take care of them for you.”
After she followed his direction, he kneeled and disconnected her high-top shoes. He drew them and her socks from her feet. Setting them aside, he wrapped his hands around her ankles and glided his hands up over her calves. The velvet caress of her skin rode against his palms. Heat burned through him, building an appetite for a savory sample.
Positioned between her legs, he dropped his gaze to the wet, juicy stain now on her bloomers. The delicious, musky scent of her desire almost drove him to rip the soft fabric from her body. “Stand up, honey, and let’s slide these off.”
She rose above him, and he slid the cloth along her legs. His nose so close to the rich scent of her heat had his senses reeling. He nuzzled his face into the damp curls covering her mound.
“Zack,” she groaned and dug her hands in his hair.
He continued to undress her until one leg broke free, and she widened her stance. The mission to completely remove her underwear from her body forgotten, he trailed his tongue along the intimate lips of her pussy. The delicious flavors increased his hunger, and his rigid cock almost exploded as he licked her dripping sweet cream.
Wanting more, he burrowed deeper and pushed his tongue into her soft folds, searching for her clit. He uncovered the sensitive nub and wrapped his lips around the prize.
She screamed and tittered on her heels before her knees buckled, sending her sprawling onto the bed. The shock of her succulent flesh being rippled from his mouth had him shifting forward.
He lifted her legs over his shoulders and rose above her. His momentum drove her further onto the bed and over the quilt. She laid stretched out before him, her pussy open, wet and pulsating for him. He slipped his hands under her hips and bent to the task of sliding his tongue deep inside her for an erotic feast.
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Carolyn wriggled beneath Zack’s relentless mouth. Her body ached for release, begging for one extra touch to send her over the top. Never had she experienced such incredible bliss. Had she known a man could pleasure her in such a way, she wouldn’t have waited so long before making love again.
“Please, Zack...” She rocked her hips, pleading for more.
He lifted his head. A white dampness surrounded his mouth, and his smile resembling a cat who had just finished a large bowl of cream. His green eyes sparkled with delight, and he tightened his hold on her ass. “You’re as sweet as ambrosia. I’m not stopping until you come for me.”
She groaned and curled her fingers deeper into the quilt. “But I want you inside me.”
He shook his head and then stared at her chest.
The ribbon on her camisole had loosened, showcasing the full swell of her breasts. Hoping to tempt him, she brushed her hands over the fabric and tugged it upwards.
Pressing her hips back to the mattress, he shifted. With her legs still laying over his shoulders, they were folded back against her chest. “Now, there’s a beautiful sight a man could never get tired of seeing.”
She shifted the garment under her arms and worked to draw it over her head. Busy with the task, she was caught unprepared when he captured her nipple with his teeth. The slight abrasion to her sensitive skin sent heat flooding to her core. “Zack...”
Again, he didn’t listen and wrapped his tongue around hard tip; sucking, teasing, and tugging endlessly on her patience. Unable to lie still, she threw her camisole across the room, not caring where it might land. His silky hair slid through her fingers and she raked her nails over his scalp.
He broke free of her breast and gasped for breath. “You’re rushing me, woman.”
Her gaze fed on the heat in his. He needed her as much as she needed him. A different type of gratification coursed through her—enhancing the sense of rightness. Had she somehow stumbled onto her soul mate? Or was she letting her romantic fantasies run amuck?
Straightening, he guided his hands back over her ribs to her ass and squeezed. “Guess I should explain how I adore taking my time when I’m with
a lady. A quick roll in the hay is fine if we’re short on time. Tonight though, I intend to enjoy each pleasure before moving on to the next.”
“Meaning I’m supposed to be a good girl and do as I’m told?” Carolyn had heard of men who demand to be in control and how they enjoyed doing all sorts of wicked things to their wives.
What? She didn’t exactly know, but—
“Put your hands over your breasts and squeeze,” he demanded, and his hot breath brushed against her weeping core. “I want you to play with your nipples while I’m licking your pussy.”
Embarrassed, she slowly lifted her hands and covered her breasts. The full swell filled her palms, and the peaking tips bit into her skin.
“Squeeze, while I...” He dipped his head, and his tongue seared a path over her intimate flesh.
The need, which had abated briefly, hit again with a blinding force. She dropped her eyelids and focused on the passion flooding through her body.
Zack licked the length of her slit and the stub of his beard brushed against her delicate folds. After playing a moment, he slid his little finger over the tight bud of her anus.
Shocked by the added stimuli, she tightened her hands, drawing her breasts together and intensifying the ache in her pussy. She groaned as she fell under his power.
He drove her up a steep mountain of rapture with teasing strokes, seductive nibbles, and a quick flutter of his tongue over her clit. Then he wrapped his mouth around the raw nub and sent her over a sheer cliff.
Spasms vibrated through her stomach, setting off an orgasm that had stars exploding behind her eyelids. She screamed and fell into a new world of erotic bliss. Her mind blown away, she didn’t notice Zack’s shifting position until the tip of his shaft hit her drenching hole.
He plowed deep and filled her, stretching her until it felt as if he’d taken possession of her entire body. Intimate muscles contracted fighting his dominance. He didn’t surrender. Instead, he drew back and plunged ahead, rocking his engorged rod deeper.
Pleasure—pain. The intense sensations sizzling through her body left her powerless and strung out on a thin ledge with nothing to hold on to. She gasped for air and grabbed for his strong arms.
With her legs still over his shoulders and her hips hanging on the edge of the bed, she couldn’t move or work with his fast-paced rhythm.
He had complete control.
She screamed in frustration and felt the first wave of ecstasy pour through her core again. Curling her nails into his flesh, she whispered through parched lips, “I’m coming.”
The words sent him into a frenzy. He pounded relentlessly, increasing her enjoyment and extending her orgasm. Then with one last thrust, he shot his cum deep and collapsed over her.
Wrapping her arms around him, she clung to him as her legs fell to the bed and her heart rate slowed. The ramification of what just happened hit her. She’d found another man to enjoy, cherish, and possibly love. Now fearing he would leave her in the same way as her first husband, after they’d only been together for a day or two. Tears dripped from the corner of her eyes.
Damn, life could never be simple.
Chapter Four
Zack shifted and drew her along with him to the head of the bed. With her body snuggled close to his, he waited for her to say something. Women always wanted to talk after sex.
Personally, he’d prefer a few minutes to enjoy the pure gratification of having his desire completely satisfied. The lady’s plush body had been everything he’d dreamed of and more.
Time passed and she remained quiet. He rubbed a hand over her back and marveled at the softness of her skin. Was she okay with everything that had happened between them or was...
“Zack, I’m sorry I didn’t mull over the...” Her voice broke off and she buried her face into his neck. The soft bounty of her breasts rode against his chest.
He sighed, somehow expecting this show of uncertainty. The lady believed herself to be adventurous, but her lack of sexual experience had revealed itself in their lovemaking.
Had he pushed her too far with introducing her to oral sex or demanding she pleasure herself?
“Now, honey. We married, remember? We’re allowed to do whatever we want.” He rolled her over and stared. The last glow of the setting sun highlighted the insecurity on her red face.
“Yes, but are you planning to stay in the area?” She bit her lip. “I have a job and can’t leave until the end of my contract.”
His thoughts turned to his friend. Logan had claimed that joining the War Between the States would be an adventure. Zack had agreed because he wanted to get away from what was proper and improper. His uptight father had roared with hellfire and damnation whenever he discovered Zach had sex with a woman. Zack hated being judged and wanted to explore every avenue of sex there was.
So what should he do now? Give Carolyn a rest or see if she could meet a few more of his fantasies?
Memories of her following each one of his directives sent a thrill through him. He loved the idea of learning about what set her on fire and what made her beg. His body tightened with need.
Reminding himself to take it slow, he whispered, “The only plans I have at the moment is to play with your pussy until you scream again.”
She shoved at his shoulders as if she wanted to break free. “You shouldn’t say things like that. It’s...”
“Naughty, crass, vulgar?” He shifted his weight and slid a leg between hers to widen the space between them. He ran a hand over her stomach and toyed with the curls on her mound.
She grabbed for his wrist and stopped his progress. “Shouldn’t we discuss our future?”
“No. Tonight, I just want to make love.” He broke free of her grip and ran his fingertip over her seductive folds.
“Aren’t you tired?” She shifted and caressed her hand along his arm to his shoulder.
“No, I have a weakness for you and like how you respond to my touch.” He parted her pussy lips and dipped a finger inside. “I want to teach you a number of naughty things.”
“I’ve been married before,” she argued and then sighed when he plunged two fingers deep into her hot haven.
“Yes, but he was young and impatient. He hadn’t learned the thrill of setting a woman on fire, watching her burn and having her fly apart in your arms.” He stroked the smooth walls of her vagina and set a steady pace.
“Now, you’re just playing with me—trying to distract me.”
He smiled, and thoughts of all the ways he wanted to enjoy her flashed through his head. She wanted a husband because she’d gone without sex for too long. Her job as a teacher demanded she behave herself.
Thrilled to have her in his arms, he intended to take control of her desire, direct them and show her what she needed to do to please him. “No, what you don’t understand is now you belong to me.”
She moaned and rocked her hips, seeking satisfaction from his touch. She might be innocent in the art of seduction but she had a wild side he found appealing. Why else would she venture into the Trinity buck naked?
He also valued the way she hadn’t complained about their situation. She’d left him to work on the steamboat and had taken a job to help with their expenses. The woman had a head on her shoulders and a body that set him on fire. Did he want to leave her behind and follow his desire for adventure?
“Please stop. I can’t think.”
“I don’t want you to do anything other than enjoy the passion.” He leaned closer and planted a series of kisses on her neck. She trembled and hot cream flowed over his fingers.
He withdrew from her heat and massaged her clit, rubbing the hard nub with tender strokes. Unable to keep his mouth from her soft-as-silk skin, he nibbled along her neck to her jawline. Her lips so close, he couldn’t resist temptation and slanted his lips over hers.
She gasped and lifted her hands to his head. Her fingers tunneled through his hair and she raked her nails over his scalp. A ravenous hunger flavored her kiss, setting his
body on fire.
He dove deeper into her, urging her lips wider apart. Again, he slid his fingers into her warmth. He matched the thrust of his tongue with the action of his hand, forcing a soft moan from her. She met him stroke for stroke, warring against his invasion by bucking her hips. Moisture coated his fingers and he fought to remain in control.
Ending the kiss, Zack lifted his head to stare into her passion-filled face.
“Zack, please,” she gasped. “We don’t need to do this again.”
“Wrong, once wasn’t enough. You’re a woman with deep hunger that you’ve denied too long. You need multiple releases before you’ll be completely satisfied.” He withdrew his touch and lifted his hands between them. The sweet, musky scent of her filled his senses and he licked his fingers. Erotic flavors burst over his taste buds. He sighed with contentment.
“You taste like heaven.” He met her gaze and read uncertainty. “Did your husband never sip on your pussy and feed on your sweet cream?”
Her eyes widened and a sad glint flickered in their dark depths before she blinked. “We were married less than a week before he left. We didn’t have a place of our own. Instead, we lived with his parents and didn’t want to make too much noise.”
Zack smiled, pleased by the idea of exposing her to the true thrills of good sex. “Then you only ever made love with him on top?”
A frown flashed across her brow, and she shifted her gaze over his shoulder. “Do you really want to hear what happened between me and my first husband?”
Zack gripped her waist and rolled onto his back, bringing her along so she covered his chest. “No, but don’t expect me to be like him either. I want you in every way possible.”
She shifted, her voluptuous body sliding over his until his cock landed between her legs.
He groaned and marveled at how much he wanted her again. Maybe going almost a year without sex had its advantages. He tugged her into a better position so her crotch sat in the saddle of his hips, her sweet pussy inches from the hard line of his erection. “Why don’t you sit up and ride me?”
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