Forrest, Dawn - Sweet Water Wedding: Sharing Shannon (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (33 page)

“I’ll wash your back if you wash mine,” Shannon teased.

He grinned at her, thinking that he would be doing a lot more than just washing her back.

“Okay.”

She had a look in her eye, almost predatory yet playful. He decided to see what she had in mind. He stood with his arms hanging relaxed at his side in an almost submissive stance as she moved toward him. She stopped so close to him that he could detect her unique scent mingled with a leather and equine aroma. It had an almost narcotic effect on him.

“Stay still, let me,” she whispered as she reached up and took his hat off, carefully placing it on a tree stump and then turned back to undo the buttons of his shirt. As each little button was released she caressed and kissed the skin revealed.

“You really are handsome, with a body made for loving.” She cooed as if talking to a skittish stallion.

When the material finally hung loose and the fabric parted, she slowly slipped it off one shoulder, stroking his skin lightly as she moved around behind him to mirror the action. Sliding his shirt completely off she gently kissed her way down his spine then moved to the tree stump and into his line of vision.

James watched as she ran her hands over the soft material to smooth out any creases and folded the fabric with care, as if it were something special, like the clothing of a beloved. The time and care she took made him feel cherished. It brought a lump to his throat because it had been a long time since he had experienced such tender consideration, probably only his mother’s care in the past came close.

Moving behind him again Shannon reached around and undid the buckle on his gun belt, “accidentally” brushing her hand over his full groin as she slowly removed the gear. For a moment his hands fisted as he experienced an overwhelming desire to reach out and touch her. He restrained himself and stayed still, guessing that was what she wanted.

Next came the chaps, they were easy, but before she could go further she needed a little help.

“Lift your foot back please.”

He complied, leaning against a tree for balance. She pulled his boots off easily and placed them side by side, next to his clothes. Again, she stood behind him and reached around his waist to undo his silver belt buckle and the buttons of his fly. She slipped her hand inside the opening for a gentle cup and squeeze. His responding rumble had her placing her cheek against his back. He adored any skin contact with her. She sighed contentedly before pushing his jeans and Jockeys down, allowing him to shuffle free of them.

Once she had undressed him, she quickly shed her own clothes, picked up her wash bag, and led him down to the water’s edge. He decided to go with the flow and see what his lovely little red head had in mind. He watched as she rummaged around in her bag, produced a sponge and soap, and waded into the fresh water.

“Ooo, it’s not got any warmer.” Her voice quavered as the water came up to her thighs. “Come on in, I won’t bite.”

He had to laugh. He was bigger, stronger, faster, harder and probably meaner than she could ever be; yet she had him in a heartlock so tight it hurt.

“Don’t mind if you do, darlin’, in fact, I’m sure I’d like it.”

“I’m sure that we’ll both later appreciate the fact that we washed away the sweat and dust of the day.” As she spoke she lathered soap onto the sponge. “It’s biodegradable, just in case you were concerned.”

“Yep, it was the only thing on my mind.” He rolled his eyes.

“I believe you because it strikes me that you might be doing most of your thinking with something else right now.” She made a point of staring at his cock that was standing to full attention.

“You seem to have that effect on me, Miss O’Reilly. Now, are you going to wash my gorgeous body so that I can worship yours or not?”

Shannon took her time to thoroughly explore his body in the soft light of the dying day. She diligently glided her soapy hands everywhere, but paid particular attention to his balls and the crack of his ass. He was a little surprised when she pushed a slender finger against his anus and slowly breached the tight muscle, shallowly dipping in before retreating and continuing with feather light caresses over the puckered, sensitive skin. Thank God she kept her nails filed short. He had never been on the receiving end of any anal play, but the prospect now intrigued him.

Shannon finished up with one long, firm, soapy slide of her hand down and up his hard cock before passing the sponge to James.

“Your turn.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

In one swift move he pulled her into his embrace, hoisted her up with his hands on her ass and without further ado impaled her onto his waiting cock. He immediately felt the warm pleasure of her liquid heat surrounding him.

“Hey! That’s not washing,” Shannon yelped.

“Well, my dick’s all soaped up, so I thought I’d use it. What? You meant only externally?” He feigned surprise.

“You’d better withdraw. I don’t want to end up pregnant, there’s always a tiny chance even if you don’t ejaculate inside of me.”

“Yeah, I just wanted a quick sample.” He regretfully lifted her off him and instantly missed her warmth.

He threw the sponge onto the bank and lathered up his hands before running them sensually all over her already primed body, spending a disproportionate amount of time on her chest and between her legs. Taking a leaf from her book he, hooked one of her legs up over the crook of his arm and pushed his little finger into her ass, she gasped and murmured something about it being a lot thicker than any of her digits. She’d better get used to it because his cock was way bigger. He slipped two fingers of the same hand into her pussy and teased her swollen clit with his thumb.

Within minutes Shannon was panting and writhing, grinding his fingers deeper and pulsing against his hand. The sounds she made turned him on to no end. She kissed his neck and tugged his head down to find his lips, just in time for her to keen and moan into his mouth as her climax hit. She stiffened and then collapsed around him. He easily supported her and held her tight.

“God, now I know what a glove puppet feels like.” Her small voice trembled with spent passion.

He chuckled, loving her quick and light sense of humor; it went well with sex. Gently he pulled his hand from her now relaxed flesh and carefully cleaned her between the legs again.

“Now, what can I do for you?” she asked saucily.

“Just about everything I want and need, I think.” He meant it and her eyes widened a fraction as she held his gaze. “We’d better get out of the water before we get too cold.”

Shannon blinked and then appeared to notice that the sun was very low on the horizon. “Great, time for sundowners, I rather fancy a wee dram of the Green Spot Luke brought.”

“Baby, that sounds just perfect. You do the honors while I put some water on to boil for coffee later and get the sandwiches they made for us at the base this afternoon.”

Later, dressed in only underwear and a blanket, they toasted the dying day and ate the food. It was their last night sleeping outdoors, and although Shannon was looking forward to a comfortable bed she would miss the amazing show of stars as the earth’s rotation revealed the constellations.

“How’s your fanny feeling?” James inquired.

“I beg your pardon?” Shannon spluttered.

“Are you sore from all the riding?”

“Er, no, not really.” Shannon was a little taken aback by his casual tone; after all he was talking about sex and her vagina, not her feet.

“Our rubbing and your yoga seems to have done the trick,” he carried on as if talking about the weather.

“Well, yoga is good for the pelvic floor muscles I suppose, but I don’t think your
rubbing
helped much.”

“Oh really?” He looked puzzled. “Maybe I should have another go?”

“You are wickedly insatiable,” she giggled, “but you might be right.”

He leaned over and kissed her hard on the mouth, lighting the blue touch paper that sent her hormones into overdrive. She didn’t think she’d ever get enough of the effect his kiss had on her, it was better than any high she’d ever known.

Within seconds they were tearing what little clothing they had off each other. Shannon fell on top of James, not breaking the wild kiss but getting even closer to him, straddling his hips.

“Quick, pass me a condom.” She gasped.

He reached over with one outstretched arm, tugged his nicely folded jeans closer, and fumbled in the back pocket. Result
¾
a condom. He passed it to her and she tore at the small foil wrapper as if it were the first piece of candy after Lent. As soon as she had him bagged she rose up, positioned his cock at her warm, wet entrance, and plunged down. They both groaned with relief as her pussy hugged around his tall, thick dick. She rocked back and forth on him, gyrating her hips and grinding her twat hard into his groin. It wasn’t hard or fast enough. She couldn’t get the rhythm she needed.

“James, screw me harder,” she desperately demanded.

He rolled her beneath him, placed her legs over his shoulders and jerked his hips, thrusting repeatedly deep and hard into her.

“Yes, oh yes, fuck me, James, fuck me however you want to.” She was mindless with need, intoxicated by the full long length of cock induced friction.

* * * *

He slowed, unsure of what she was allowing.

“I really want to fuck that sweet fanny of yours. I’ll be slow and gentle.” He could live in hope.

“No, hard and fast.”

What?
That wasn’t quite what he’d been expecting. He was confused, he thought that when they’d made love she’d said that she’d never been taken there before but he must have been mistaken.

“Have you done it before?” he asked, just to make absolutely sure.

“What? Of course, several times if you’ll recall. Once quiet recently,” she giggled.

Recall? No he couldn’t remember her ever telling him about that. Maybe she had spoken to Luke. He didn’t think that six months was quite recent either, unless…unless she’d done it with Luke and he’d neglected to mention it. That didn’t sound right, but he wasn’t about to argue when he could be knocking on heaven’s back door. He withdrew, flipped her over, pulled her up on her knees, and pushed her shoulders down.

“Yes, get back inside me, James, fill me, stretch me, I need you, now,” she ordered.

There was no mistaking that desperate demand. He was nicely lubricated with her juices and he didn’t want to keep his woman waiting. He thanked his lucky stars that he’d finally met her and then, like a snooker player about to hit the pink ball with his cue, he lined his velvet smooth yet granite hard cock up with her little, puckered rosette. He forged forward, tunneling into her hot back passage, hard and fast.

“Fuck,” she shrieked, rearing up and forward then falling on her hands again.

Yes! So responsive,
he thought joyously and grabbed her hips pulling her back onto his length, sinking into her tight, dark depths again and again and again.

“Yeah, darlin’, just keep on buckin’,” he yelled, gripping her hips tightly, holding on for the rodeo ride of his life.

She scrambled forward but he jerked her back, repeatedly impaling her, balls deep. Woo-wee, what a ride, she was a hot one. He could almost imagine one gloved hand clutching her hair like reins, the other holding his hat high and then spanking her ass.
Yeah, cowboy, stay on and ride that wild filly!

“Yeeha!”

“Jaysus! What the fuck!” Shannon cried out. “What the fuck are you doing?”