by Jacelyn Rye
“No, Sarah, look at me. I want to see you this time. I want to see your face when you surrender to me.”
She brought her eyes to his and watched them as his fingers pressed even deeper into her. She couldn’t control the way her hips began to roll, bringing his fingers in to her deepest point. She felt that delicious, familiar feeling building inside of her and it drove her body even further to grind back and forth against Adley’s hand.
“Me, Sarah, look at me,” Adley’s breath was almost as shallow as Sarah’s.
She looked at him once again and felt the thrusting of his fingers take her to that place of no control. She could no longer keep eye contact, as she threw her head back and closed her eyes. The flood of warmth gushed out of her as her hips slammed against his hand over and over. She yelled out as her world shattered into tingling pieces all over her body.
“Ohhh...yes, Sarah! That was beautiful.”
She began to crumple into his chest when he carefully pulled his fingers from her and stared at her as he slightly moaned at the taste of her on his fingers. He pulled her on top him to straddle across his hips.
“I’m not done with you yet, Sarah. Tell me you want more, Sarah, tell me.”
Sarah nodded slowly as she tried to catch her breath. “Yes, Adley, yes...”
He pulled her face down to his kiss, and she returned it, despite feeling completely spent. He wrapped his arms around her back and they kissed deliberately, and passionately. She ran her fingers through his hair and allowed herself to once again become enthralled with what he was doing to her.
He moved his hands to her hips and pressed them into his lap. “Do you feel what you do to me?” He moved his hands behind her butt cheeks, pushing and pulling her over the massive ridge in his pants. “This is all because of you, Sarah. Do you see how much I want you?”
Sarah couldn’t believe how hard he was. She looked down and saw his solid shaft, pressed against his pants. “Adley, I don’t know what to do. Tell me what you want,” she whispered.
Adley exhaled, “Oh Sarah, but you do know. I want you.” He guided her hand down to the button on his pants and helped her unsnap it, and unzip the zipper. He opened the flaps of his pants, revealing even more of his shape underneath his boxer shorts. He took her hand and placed it on his rock hard bone, and began to slide her hand up and down over it.
Sarah couldn’t believe how she was touching Adley. He closed his eyes and moaned. She loved that she had a power over him, too, and it was starting to drive her almost as wild as she felt with his fingers inside of her. She moved her hand to the top of his waistband, and his eyes opened and stared at her. Staring back, she twisted her hand and went inside to his waiting rod. She wrapped her fingers around him gingerly and slowly moved up and down his soft skin, and over his swollen tip. Something deep inside of her knew that Adley would give his body to her to pleasure her beyond all sanity. As she felt him grow even harder, she wouldn’t deny that she wanted to know what that would feel like.
“Oh my God, Sarah. I’ve waited so long to feel your touch,” he moaned as if in delicious pain.
Sarah had never felt anything so magnificent, or powerful, and she felt a warmth begin to trickle out of her. Her body knew what it wanted. But Sarah wasn’t sure she was ready for what would surely be the point of no return.
“Sarahhhh…please. Let me feel you.”
“Adley, I…I don’t think I’m ready.” She looked at him, worried of what he might say.
He looked at her and smiled, “It’s okay, because when the time comes, I don’t want you to have any hesitation. Come here.” He pulled her close for a tender kiss. “We don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to, okay?”
Sarah nodded. “Okay.”
“Do you trust me? I have to know because I want to show you how I feel about you, but I promise, we won’t...you know. And if you want me to stop, just tell me, alright?”
She nodded again, but Adley said, “Tell me.”
She leaned over to his mouth and whispered, “Yes, Adley.”
He smiled, “Good, because I want to see your beautiful face when you unravel on me one more time.”
He lifted her up slightly to put his fingers under the elastic of her panties and moved the material to the side. “Oh, you are so wet!” He began a quick flicking of his fingers over her soft opening. Once again, Sarah couldn’t help to relish the feeling and she started a slight sway of her hips.
“Oh that’s good, Sarah…,” he lowered her body down a bit but kept his fingers nestled inside her warm cave. He reached to her hand resting on his chest, and guided it down to wrap around his exposed hard and waiting shaft. She followed his request and began her gentle strokes up and down his entire length. She could no longer control the sway of her hips that kept time with the dance with his fingers. Her momentum was picking up as he sunk his fingers even deeper. “Just like that Sarah, yes, you feel amazing.”
Sarah was now feeling his fingers vibrate inside of her. She let her body sink even further into his waiting hand, pressing against him even harder. She moved her hand even slower, letting her fingers fully encompass and caress him, until his moans were coming with every breath he took. She felt her body constrict around his fingers and she knew it was coming. Leaning back slightly she let her gaze fall and watch her hand pleasure him. She couldn’t help the slight gasp that escaped her lips at her first look at Adley. He was even more incredible than she had realized just by touch alone. She wrapped her fingers around his girth, in awe of how it filled the palm of her hand. She brought her fingertips up over the pronounced ridge to the swollen tip. Lightly, she brushed her finger back and forth over the silky smooth skin until she felt a slight wetness come from him and her finger was able to glide even easier over his skin.
Adley leaned his head back and closed his eyes, but was still slowly sinking his fingers in and out of Sarah. The feel of him in her hand, and the feel of him inside of her, was sending Sarah to a whole new plane of pleasure. She fully wrapped her fingers around him and began to briskly move her hand up and down the full length of him. “Is this what you want, Adley?” Sarah whispered.
He lifted his head and stared intently into her eyes, pausing only for a second before he hungrily found her mouth. “You are exactly what I want,” he stammered between kisses. “Please, don’t stop.”
Sarah loved what she was doing to him. Adley had always been in complete control, up until now. She could feel that she was now taking him down a path of pure abandon, and she could feel herself driving him to the point that he had been able to bring her to. Knowing what she was doing to him only fueled her on. She squeezed him slightly tighter and felt his hips begin to pulse in time with her strokes. She didn’t think it was possible, but she felt him grow even harder, and his tip even more swollen. She slid her hand over him more and more, somehow knowing that was what he wanted.
His fingers began to pick up the pace inside of her, too. She could see his arm muscles contracting with each push inside of her, and it excited her to know that he was using his strength to fully pleasure her. She marveled that the strength he possessed could be used so tenderly. She felt the building of delicious pressure inside of her, and she began to circle her hips in time with her strokes along Adley’s shaft, and her repeated moans of pure pleasure filled the night air. She had to bite her lip to quiet herself and looked at Adley. His eyes were fixed on hers, his jaw flexing, with every stroke. There was something about seeing the way he looked at her that gave her the release that had been threatening. She pushed herself even harder against his fingers, and wrapped her fingers even tighter around him. She closed her eyes, and felt her body grip around his fingers, relinquishing all control to Adley.
“Yes, Sarah. Yes! Oh my God!” With one final deep plunge inside of her, he sent her over the top as she spilled all over his hand. At the same moment, he cried out her name and erupted a flow of warmth that streamed over his tip, and into her palm.
Sara
h fell against his chest as they both heaved against each other. Although she loved feeling him in her hand, and was savoring what she had just done to him, she gently released her grip around him. He too, gently retreated from her, and adjusted her undergarments back to their proper position. He wrapped his arms around her until both of their breaths had returned to an almost normal pace.
She lifted her head from his shoulder and kissed him long and slow. Adley looked at her and smiled, “You know exactly how to show me that you want me. That was a lot more fun than you telling me.”
“Yes,” she nodded and kissed him again, “words are highly overrated.”
Chapter 38
Margaret was deep in thought as she rode Lashes down the county road to William’s house. The other night with him on the desk, while certainly acceptable, most definitely did not leave her satisfied. She thought that William would’ve taken her wholly, but he didn’t. In fact, he was way too in control of the whole situation for her liking. She was the one who preferred to be in control, and she felt it slipping through her fingers. She would need to regain the upper hand, and make sure that the next time, William’s resistance would be futile. She knew that once William truly had a taste of what she had offer, he’d be a damn fool to ever refuse her again. Despite the unforeseen obstacle of having to tempt William again, Margaret was confident that the next time would be different. She had plenty of experience in getting her way throughout her entire life, and William Harston was not going to be the first to deny her what she wanted. Complete control.
As she and Lashes crested the last hill before the Harstons’ house, Margaret could see the mail truck up ahead, pulled over to side of the road. As she rode closer, she could see that the mailman, Mr. Hemshaw, was next to the truck kicking the tire and cursing.
Mr. Hemshaw noticed Margaret approaching and halted his tirade and picked his hat up from the ground. Still huffing, he tried to regain his composure after the certain embarrassment of being caught having a wall-eyed fit. “Hello, Margaret.”
Margaret tried to hide her smile, as she thought it was quite amusing to watch a grown man act like a two-year old. “Hello, Mr. Hemshaw. What seems to be the trouble?”
“Oh, this damn…I mean this darn tire just went flat on me, again! I just had it fixed a week ago, too. A lot of good that did me.”
Knowing full well what his answer would be, she asked, “Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Oh, no. Never mind me.” Looking back down at his tire as if he was dreading the pain in the ass job of changing it, he looked back at Margaret and waved her down the road. “Enjoy your ride. By the way, where you headed?”
“I’m going to the Harstons’, to see William.”
Mr. Hemshaw nodded his head, and then jerked his head up to her. “The Harstons’? Oh well, maybe you could do something for me?”
Margaret slumped her shoulders slightly, her offer to help wasn’t really an offer to do anything, other than to appear polite. “What’s that?” she asked dryly.
“The Harstons were my last mail stop. If you could take them their mail, then I can get this changed and get back to town before my spare decides to go out, too. Do you think you could do that?”
Margaret sat up a little straighter, realizing she narrowly escaped doing God knows what with a dirty, greasy tire. “Oh, sure, I can do that.”
Mr. Hemshaw leaned in through the door window of the truck and pulled out a bundle of mail. “This is it. I appreciate it.”
Margaret took it from him and glanced at the bundle of mail. She couldn’t take her eyes from the letter on the top as she quietly answered him. “You’re wel…come. Keeping her eyes fixed on the letter, she gently gave Lashes a nudge with her heel. “I’ll make sure they get it. Don’t worry.”
She rode past Mr. Hemshaw as he yelled a final thanks, but Margaret wasn’t paying a bit of attention. In fact, she wasn’t even paying attention to the road, or leading Lashes, or anything but the name in the corner of the envelope, addressed to her William.
Sarah Ellis
24891 Rd. 43
Bakersfield, CA
Margaret’s eyes narrowed as she stared at that name. Sarah was writing to William. And no doubt, whatever was in that letter would only derail her plans that she had been crafting. After every bit of progress she had made pulling William into her clutches, she wasn’t going to let a letter from perfect Sarah to ruin it all. Margaret pulled the reins, and stopped Lashes in her tracks. She absolutely knew that what she was about to do was wrong, and she couldn’t have cared less.
She pulled the letter from under the rubber band and with her hands shaking, pried her finger under the flap and ripped it open. Her eyes quickly scanned the words, I hope you know that there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about you, and more importantly, our promise that we made to each other the day at Coon’s Cove.
Margaret slammed her fist down on the saddle horn. Through gritted teeth she seethed, “Promise! What promise?”
She looked back to the letter, though she was so furious she could hardly read.
…know that my heart is yours, and it will remain yours, and that will not end. Time or distance from you can never take away everything that we’ve shared together.
Margaret covered her mouth with her hand, certain that she would be sick. She reached the end of the letter, and dropped her hand back to the letter, looking at it in complete puzzlement.
I keep the memory of what you said to me, Me Ware Wo, playing over and over in my mind. I only hope you can hear me saying the words to you, and know that I mean them now, more than ever. Me Ware Wo, Will.
She looked ahead, staring at the back of Lashes ears as she squinted and wondered what on Earth ‘Me Ware Wo’ could possibly mean. She looked back to the letter, fuming that Sarah and William had some sort of secret cipher that obviously meant a great deal to both of them.
It was no matter. She would make certain that William would never see this letter. She jammed it back into the envelope, and put the letter in the saddle bag behind her. She sat up straight, smoothed her hair, and gave Lashes another jab with her heel. Reading that letter only fueled the fire that was already a raging inferno. If William thought that Margaret could be convincing before, he hadn’t seen anything yet.
As she pointed Lashes up the long driveway to the Harstons’, Margaret had to smile at how the day was actually turning out. She would be wrong to say that she had never wished anything bad on anybody, but she smiled with the realization that Mr. Hemshaw’s flat tire couldn’t have worked out any better for her, and that was all that mattered.
Chapter 39
Sarah and Adley spent the next couple of weeks doing everything in their power to be together. With the weather changing every day toward full-blown winter, there weren’t as many excuses to be outside as there usually were during the summer. Both of them were kept busy with their chores, but when those were done, they both knew to go back to their respective houses to avoid causing any suspicion from their parents.
But when she could see Adley, they would ravish each other with kisses and run their hands over each other’s bodies until they knew that they better force themselves apart before things got out of control, and someone would surely discover their affair. She didn’t imagine her parents would be opposed to the relationship, but since she couldn’t be sure, she wasn’t willing to take the chance. Not being able to fully be alone together was causing both of them to build up so much desire for the other, that Sarah found it difficult to concentrate on anything but the next time she would have Adley’s hands on her body. While she craved his caressing hands, she found that she equally desired his friendship and respected his knowledge. The connection she felt to him, both physically and emotionally, left her with a fear of losing either bond.
When she was confined to her house, Sarah tried to spend extra time with Matty. They would play cribbage for hours and hours until neither one of them could add cards to fifteen any
more, and they would each retreat to a quiet spot in the house to read. Sarah spent her time thinking of Will, too, but now her thoughts were mostly of accepting that their paths in life were going further and further in separate directions. It had now been months since her letter to him, and still, nothing for her.
Sarah’s heart started to pound when she heard her parents talking about going into town with the Somerton’s to get supplies that they needed for the ranch. Sarah and Adley had planned that when the next trip to town came along, that they would both come up with some reason to stay behind. Usually, they would all go as everyone enjoyed a change of scenery from the farm. She would need to play it just right, and she knew that she and Adley would finally be able to spend time together, completely alone. Now, she just had to hope that this trip to town would be no different, and Matty would be going with her parents.
“Sarah,” Anne called. “Are you ready? We’re leaving.”
Sarah knew she was about to lie to her mother, and she hated to do so. But, the thought of a missed opportunity with Adley outweighed the cons of lying.
“Oh, Mama, I don’t think I’m up for it. I have had a headache all day, and I think I just really want to take a nap.”
