Her Cowboy

by Kat Catesby

  Her answering smile is dazzling. “Are you saying you care?”

  I nod, not wanting to say the words out loud. Fearful that it’s too big, too much, too soon. By some miracle, despite everything she’s been through, the memories and fears that she must still be living with, Katie seems to trust me to some extent. I’m not going to give her any reason to doubt that or herself, especially by getting all romantically intense before she’s ready. “Enough to ensure we have a shower…we stink of horse,” I tease.

  She giggles the sweetest sound, “Yeah, we’re pretty potent.”

  “Katie,” I say, going all serious for a moment, “I’ve never had sex in this room so there are no toys or restraints or anything remotely kinky in here. I’m not sure if that’s something you needed or wanted to know but I don’t completely know the things that will set off your worries or anxieties just yet. And I didn’t want you looking over your shoulder wondering if I’m about to pull out handcuffs or something. No toys. Just you, me and a whole lot of vanilla.”

  Her smile beams up at me, cracking my chest open a little further.

  “Thank you,” she whispers, rising on her tiptoes to brush her lips against mine in a delicate flutter of a kiss, which sets my pulse blazing and creates a very obvious tent situation in my jeans.

  She’s mine.

  I need her now.

  Sweeping her up into my arms, I hold her tightly to me while I walk us over the threshold, across my room to the bathroom and straight into my spacious walk-in shower. In what feels like mere seconds I’ve stripped us both bare and gaze adoringly at her petite, sexy-as-fuck naked body. Her curves could drive a priest wild. I literally don’t know how I’m restraining myself from just plunging straight back into the welcoming warmth of her wet pussy.

  Somehow, I focus long enough to wash both our bodies, enjoying the feel of her silken skin beneath my fingers. She feels like perfection. Her skin flushed from the hot water sluicing down her body and the caress of my hands. She’s burning up against my skin and letting out the sexiest little gasps. I’m so fucking hard for her it hurts. The ache in my balls actually fucking hurts despite shooting my cum into the depths of her cunt less than an hour ago. This time though, I’m determined to take my time, to draw out the pleasure for both of us.

  I trace my lips along her jawline and down the hollow of her neck, further south so I can fill my mouth with the ample flesh of her breasts; flicking my tongue across her pebbled nipples, sucking them into even harder peaks. Her moans of ecstasy swirl around me like the steam from the shower, doing nothing to soothe my painful erection.

  Kneeling in front of her, I pepper kisses down her abdomen, heading for the sweet spot I’m aching to taste. Katie braces one arm against the tile wall and the other clings to my wet hair in a death grip as my tongue makes the lightest contact with her clit.

  “Yes,” she gasps, throwing her head back in pleasure.

  The scent of her arousal is intoxicating, driving me wild with the need to taste her essence. I take one last glance upwards to where the water runs in rivulets around the fleshy globes of her bouncing breasts before hooking a leg over my shoulder to open her pussy wide for me, and delve into her sensual depths, running my tongue from her glistening slit to her clit and back again, spreading her juices around her swollen lips before plunging my tongue inside her tight pussy.

  “Oh my god,” she shivers against my face as I continue to suck, lick and probe.

  Katie tastes like a woman; a real woman and none of that romantic ‘tastes like strawberries’ bullshit. Honestly, who has a cunt that tastes like a strawberry? The tang and musk of Katie’s arousal is pure feminine lust; all raw and carnal and one hundred percent compatible with my taste buds. I could drink her for days but before long I feel her legs clenching and her body shivering harder as she grinds her sweet cunt against my face. My woman is close.

  “Come on my face,” I all but growl at her but it’s not a demand, I’m not ordering her like a dominant might do if he’s controlling the climax; Katie is going to explode with pleasure regardless, I just want to be eating her delectable pussy when she does.

  “Ash…Fuck!” She cries as her cunt gushes onto my waiting mouth and her wet, slippery body writhes in the grip of my arms.

  I love how she called me ‘Ash’. Not many people abbreviate my name, not sure why, but on her lips, it sounds perfect. So perfect, she deserves another orgasm.

  Before she has a chance to come down from the clouds of her climax, I sink two fingers into her still spasming pussy as deep as I can and curl them until I can feel the little rough nub of her g-spot. Her body jerks instantly and I know that she’s right back on the edge once more. I seal my mouth around her beautifully erect little clit and suck hard in time with my fingers massaging her internal sweet spot. She goes off again, bucking and grinding while her screams of ecstasy ring out.

  Music to my ears.

  If I could hear this woman screaming my name every day as I wring climax after climax from her tight little body, I’d live a happy man.

  “I need you to fuck me, Ash…fuck me hard.”

  I don’t need telling twice. I stand, lifting her so she can wrap her legs around my waist as I go, and gently press her to the cool tiled wall. She seems okay with this position but I’m careful not to crush her and make her feel trapped.

  The tip of my pulsing cock lines itself up perfectly with her juicy opening and I ease her down slowly but firmly onto my throbbing rod, sinking myself completely into the paradise that is her hot cunt.

  She feels amazing wrapped around me and if the blissed-out expression on her face is any indication; she feels the same.

  It’s not long before our steady, passionate rhythm morphs into a purely primal, animalistic coupling.

  It’s loud.

  It’s frantic.

  It’s fucking everything.

  Katie bucks like a wild thing around my waist and I’m so close to blowing my load but I’m becoming concerned about my grip and balance in the slipperiness of my shower. The last thing I want to do is slip us over and give her another head injury to contend with. So, I slide out of her – her pussy fighting it every inch of the way as it grips and clenches and tries to hold me in place. She moans her protest but I can assure her, I hate the separation as much as she does.

  I stand her up gently so that she doesn’t slip over and begin to slowly turn her around to face the wall, keeping eye contact with her the whole time so that I can see if this position is pushing past her limits. All the while remembering her comment this morning; ‘so vanilla I make virgins kinky’. This isn’t a particularly kinky position but she won’t be able to see everything I’m doing; that might be too much for her but I’m hoping not.

  So far, she seems relaxed but multiple orgasms will do that to a woman. She relaxes into my arms as I stroke my fingers from her hips, up her sides and down her arms to her delicate hands, which I place on the tile in front of her face so that she can brace herself against what’s to come…

  Gently I push on her back to encourage her to lean forwards. This is the point where we’ll lose the eye contact we’ve been maintaining. I look at her questioningly, giving her the chance to shut this down if it’s too much for her. She takes a small, unsteady breath and gives a little nod to continue. I smile and kiss her tenderly before grabbing hold of her hips once more and arching them towards me as I use my foot to knock her legs into a wider stance.

  Katie is now perfectly positioned for me to take her. She’s displayed gloriously and glistening and I can’t help but groan at the stunning sight of her. I line myself up and thrust into her waiting flesh roughly and fully.

  “FUCK,” she screams.

  “Too much?” I’m not even trying to be cocky, I lost control of my restraint for a moment and I’m not a small man by any means. But that’s what Katie does to me; makes me lose my carefully constructed control.

  “Not even a little bit. More. I want more. Fuck me, Ash. Sho
w me how bad you want me.”

  Christ, this woman is going to kill me. I may like to tie my women down but I sure as hell love to hear them talk dirty.

  I pull out a little before slamming back deeply to the hilt, my balls slapping against her clit.

  “YES…just like that…fuck…you’re so deep.”

  “How deep you want it, baby?”

  “So fucking deep I can’t breathe. Fuck me the hardest you’ve ever fucked. Now. I need it.”

  And I do. I fuck her so goddam hard it’s brutal. But she takes it, all of it, meeting me thrust for thrust, shouting my name in pleasure. I love the loudness, how unrestrained she is; like she trusts me enough to lose her inhibitions and unleash herself with me. This is truly the hottest sex I’ve ever had.

  I fight the roiling urge in my balls to come, not ready for this to be over with yet. I almost lose it though when Katie’s body quakes around me and falls apart in another shattering orgasm.

  She’s so responsive, I love it.

  Wrapping my arms around her body, I pull her upright and step us closer to the wall until her breasts are pressed against the coolness of the tile. She yelps and jumps a little as the cold bites her nipples but I’ve no doubt the contrast between the wall and my hot body pressed against her back is a pleasurable sensation.

  This is one of the many things I enjoy about having a long cock as well as a girthy one – I can change positions without slipping out of her pussy. Credit where it’s due though, her greedy little cunt helps out by keeping me caught in its death vice; my cock is going nowhere without this pussy’s permission.

  “No more,” she gasps.

  “You really want to stop?” She shudders as I trace my hands up her sensitive sides.

  “I…can’t…” she trails off as I kiss her neck behind her ear, nibbling on her supple skin.

  “Can’t what baby?” I murmur in her ear.

  “Orgasm. I can’t come again.”

  “Says who?”

  “I’ve never come more than once,” she whispers.

  “You’ve never had a man who knew what he was doin’. I do. You can take more. I’ve got you.” She sighs, relaxing into my embrace. “But you can stop this anytime you want”

  “Stop wh – “

  Swiftly I lift her arms above her head and hold both her hands in one of mine. My other arm hooks under her thigh and lifts her leg off the floor so that she’s once again open for me and I start thrusting again, slowly at first.

  “Ash…Don’t stop,” her gasp comes out a plea and I’m happy to oblige. This position has her pinned by my will more than any other so far and I’m pleased that she’s in the moment with me, taking the pleasure I want to give her.

  I pick up the pace, very aware of my growing need to find release and even though it hurts to hold it back, I’m determined to because I’m also aware of how this position has my cock head constantly rubbing along the front wall of her pussy…right across her g-spot…

  “ASH…FUCK…AGH.”

  Her body sags against my chest as her climax pulses around my cock, she can barely stand on her own two feet.

  I switch the water off, pick her exhausted body up and carry her to my bed, not caring that we are soaking wet. The room and our bodies are hot enough to ensure we won’t get chilled.

  “Did you come?” she asks sleepily and with lust glazed eyes.

  “You couldn’t tell?” I tease.

  “I was a little pre-occupied with all of my many orgasms. I’m so wet I can’t tell if it’s all from me or you too.”

  “It’s all you baby, I’ve not come yet.”

  “Fuck, you must have blue balls by now!”

  I can’t help the surprised laugh that breaks free at her exclamation – she’s dead-on; if the color of my balls matches the ache then they are definitely blue. “It’s been pretty hard but I’m certain you can help ease the discomfort.” I lay her down on my bed and she instantly spreads her legs wide for me, displaying her glistening folds and that tight little core that’s all mine for the fucking.

  Blushing, swollen, wet labia greet the head of my straining dick as I slide home deep into her hot velvet depths.

  “So good. So deep,” she murmurs and bites down on her plump lower lip as I rock into her.

  “You like it, baby? You like how I fuck you?”

  “I’m so full…I love it. You’re so fucking huge, I could cum just imagining how hot it looks to see your fat cock spreading me wide. Ah, oh god. Yes…YES. Right. There.”

  I know exactly what she means; the sight of my dick coated in her juices every time I withdraw before thrusting back into her, her cunt stretched to its limits is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

  She’s my dirty, sexy fantasy.

  On instinct she raises her hands above her head, crossing her wrists in the perfect position for me to restrain her. I can’t help it, she’s been fine with everything else we’ve done, so I grab them firmly in one hand while my other hand grips her hip. My body is pinning her down as I fuck her relentlessly.

  Katie can’t move. She gasps and her eyes fly open and lock with mine. For a millisecond I panic –

  “I’m gonna cum so hard,” she gasps and then screams so fucking loud that Josh should be able to hear her from the stables. Her body convulses in the throes of the longest, fiercest climax I’ve ever seen, her body slicked with sweat and shaking in my arms as she screams my name over and over.

  I fuck her hard through the endless waves of her orgasm, driven on by the fire in the base of my cock and the goddess of a woman falling apart with bliss in my arms. Knowing that I’m the cause of the pleasure splintering her body sends me soaring over the edge into the most powerful climax of my life. White-hot lightning shoots up my spine while my balls erupt and my seed rips through my cock and coats Katie deep inside.

  “Holy fucking shit,” I groan, rolling onto my back and taking Katie with me so that she’s on top and flopped across my chest listening to my rapid heartbeat and ragged breathing. We lay this way until Katie’s soft, even breathing tells me she’s fallen asleep. In this moment, there’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be.

  Chapter Eight

  Katie

  A gentle burst of air fluttering across my face rouses me from my incredibly comfortable napping spot.

  Cracking my eyes open I realise that I’ve been sleeping on Asher’s seriously sculpted chest while he has propped himself up and is reading a book with one hand while the other idly strokes delicate patterns over my back, leaving a blazing trail in their wake, the puff of air coming from the turning of pages. It feels sweetly domestic and it pulls at a tender spot behind my chest.

  My body feels languid and comfortable.

  I feel relaxed.

  I feel content.

  I feel…full…still?

  Huh?

  That’s not a sensation I’m used to…most flaccid cocks slip out. I can’t help but wriggle slightly to establish that I am indeed feeling what I thought I was feeling. Asher’s cock is still inside me.

  “How are you long enough to still be in me soft?”

  “I feel like you’ve sort of answered your own question there, Sunshine,” he smirks. “I’m long, so even when I’m soft I don’t necessarily slip out. Plus, your pussy is pretty tight so it’s getting help to stay put. And as for the how, good genetics I guess?”

  “Superhuman genetics more like.”

  “Are you saying that having a big dick is a superpower?”

  “As far as yours is concerned it is,” I giggle, causing my pussy to clench, which leads to Ash’s cock being less soft. If I’m not careful, we’ll spend all night fucking, which ordinarily would be amazing but I’m aware we skipped lunch and I’m getting hungry.

  Right on cue, my stomach growls.

  “Looks like we’ve worked up your appetite. Shall we go out for dinner?” He asks hopefully.

  My heartbeat stutters for a moment and I try not to get my hopes up, but I ca
n’t help it…is he asking me on a date? Could this more than just one-night chemistry? Christ, I hope so.

  “Like a date?” I blurt because I’m not one to beat around the proverbial bush. I need to figure out what this is between us and it sounds like my brain wants the answer now.

  “Yes, like a date,” he grins that panty wetting smile at me and I exhale the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “Hey,” he says while gently lifting my chin so that he can look me in the eye, “did you think this was it? One afternoon and I’d be done?”

  “I’m not really sure,” I answer honestly. “I was hoping it was more but we never discussed it before-hand, so I wasn’t sure if I was just another Carly-type arrangement.”

  “The casual arrangement I had with Carly was something we both mutually agreed on and we discussed our expectations at length before we had sex. You and I had no such conversation. What we did is what happens when two people feel something significant for one another and take the leap of faith to do something about it. Two completely different scenarios. I rarely ever want more than the casual arrangements I make for myself, but Katie, you compel me to want more.”

  “I can live with that,” I grin and internally do a geeky little happy-dance.

  “Besides, Maddie gave me ‘the talk’ remember? I was under very strict instructions not to do anything with you unless I was serious. Do you not remember the conversation from this morning? Maybe you hit your head harder than I thought…,” he teases and earns himself a swat across the chest for his efforts. “Ow, easy little spitfire,” he chuckles.

  “Joking aside, you’re serious?”

  He nods and lowers his lips to my forehead for a gentle kiss. It’s such a sweet and intimate gesture that any reservations I may have had regarding my trust issues evaporate leaving nothing but a burning desire in its wake. “I imagine Maddie thought it would take me longer to fall for you but she clearly underestimated your appeal, Sunshine.”