Texas Kissing (30 page)

It might not have been what I was used to, but the slowly-moving fingers, coupled with that deep, gravelly voice telling me how much he wanted me, made the heat swirl and build inside me. I was heading for a climax, but not like any I’d known before. This was a slow-burning fire instead of an explosion, but all the hotter for it.

When he wrapped his other arm around me and cupped my breast, gently pinching my nipple, I moaned. The heat was spiraling and twisting inside me, drawing me inexorably towards ecstasy. I’d started to unconsciously grind my hips, swirling myself around those questing fingers, really feeling—maybe for the first time—how my body moved, instead of glossing over it in my mind. My breast in his hand felt heavy. My ass, pressed against him, felt rounded and ripe...but suddenly, neither of those things felt bad.

The heat inside me rose higher, becoming molten silver and then white-hot lava. I’d had my eyes tightly closed for what felt like hours now, imagining laughing, jeering people staring at me. Suddenly, I opened them and it wasn’t just that the hills around us were empty and peaceful—it was that I wasn’t scared anymore. I was proud of my body.

Bull rubbed his thumb across my clit. It took me a notch higher, my whole body growing tense, but it wasn’t quite enough to take me to orgasm—

“I’m going to fuck you right here on the grass,” he growled in my ear. “Harder than you’ve ever been fucked before.”

I cried out and came, the orgasm doubly intense because of how gradually it had been built. I rammed my ass back against him, folding at the waist, and trembled and shook as my body spasmed around his fingers.

When I finally straightened, I felt different. I was red-faced and a little embarrassed, but only on the surface. That deep-seated worry and guilt I’d been carrying around, without even realizing it, was gone.

I turned and looked at Bull in wonder. Then I swallowed and glanced at the grass beside us, remembering what he’d said.

“First,” he said, “let’s take a dip.”

Bull

There’s only one thing better than Lily’s perfect, naked body. And that’s seeing it shining wet. I’d seen it in the tub at my place, but that was just an appetizer. I wanted to see those perfect tits bobbing in the water, those long legs flashing and kicking as she swam.

I grabbed her by the hand and ran down to the water’s edge because I knew that, if she had time to think about it too much, she might hesitate. I jumped off the bank but, just as my feet left the ground, she pulled her hand from mine.

I hit the water—sun warmed, but still cool enough that it was like a wake-up slap across my whole body. I surfaced and whooped, shaking my head and throwing shining droplets out across the surface.

Lily was standing at the edge, eying the lake suspiciously. “Wait,” she said. “How cold is it?”

“Beautiful,” I told her. “Fantastic.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Give me a temperature,” she insisted. Then she stuck a toe in. “
Jesus!
It’s freezing! Are you trying to kill me?”

“It’s great once you’re in.” I clapped my hands together and held my hands out to her. “Come on.”

She dipped her foot in and then snatched it back, gasping.

“Just jump in! Do it quick!”

She gave me a look.

“Do you trust me?” I asked.

She tilted her head to one side. Then she took a deep breath, backed up a step, and launched herself into the air.

She hit the water and went under, then shot to the surface and almost into the air again, kicking frantically. “You
prick!”
she yelped. “It’s
freezing!”

I frowned. Now that I thought about it, it
was
kind of chilly, but then skinny dipping always is. I swam over to her, “You’ll get used to it,” I said.

She thumped me on the arm. I grabbed her and pulled her close. Her wet breasts pushed up against my chest, her nipples hard as pebbles. She glowered up at me as I brushed strands of soaked hair from her face. With an arm around her waist, I leaned down and tried to kiss her, but she twisted sulkily away. I chased her mouth and claimed it, wet lips against wet lips, droplets of water coursing down our chins. As my tongue invaded her mouth she wriggled...and then gave a sigh and relaxed into my arms. The kiss changed, our bodies writhing together as we tasted each other. When we broke apart, she was heavy-lidded and panting.

“I wasn’t kidding,” I growled. “I’m going to fuck you. Right there on the bank.”

She stared at me for three quick breaths. “Remember my safeword?”

“Rhinoceros,” I said without hesitation. “Why?”

“Because you’ve got to catch me first.” She used my surprise to get a head start, twisting away and launching into a powerful stroke.

A split-second later, I flung myself after her. By then, she was already ten feet away. I really
was going to have to catch her before I could—

I could see her ass through the crystal-clear water, the creamy moons of her cheeks gleaming wetly. When she rippled sinuously with her stroke, I caught a glimpse of pink lips beneath them and dark curls of submerged hair.

I splashed to a standstill, transfixed. She pulled away another ten feet and only then did I wake up and swim after her. She was fast, too. She must have been a serious swimmer, at some point in her life. Her gleaming body sliced through the water, her shoulders and ass just breaking the surface. Meanwhile, I blundered along behind her, making up in power what I lacked in finesse. I was like a sailor chasing a mermaid, eager to claim his prize but hopelessly outmatched.

Then she twisted to look back at me, her whole body lifting up onto one shoulder, and one naked breast came into view, shining as if varnished, milky-white skin and hard pink nipple—

I growled and went for it, full power. No matter that I was about as good at cutting through the water as a barn. I just pushed the damn water aside.

Her eyes grew big as she saw me pick up the pace. She kicked for the shore, but I’d already closed the gap to half what it was. By the time she made it out, I was already splashing through the shallows.

And then we were on land. My territory.

She checked over her shoulder again, panting and giggling...and something else. That wild-eyed, heady arousal I’d seen when I’d tied her up. The thrill of being chased. Of being
taken.

She ran. I ran faster.

I thundered across the field like my namesake, eating up the ground in long strides. Every time she glanced back to see where I was, she lost a little more of her lead. And panted a little harder.

I caught her just at the base of one of the hills, where the ground started to rise. Grabbing her wrist, I jerked her back and threw her to the ground, keeping hold of her as she fell so that she didn’t hurt herself. She landed with a
whump
on the soft grass, surrounded by wildflowers. She looked like some goddess of nature, naked and pure.

Her legs were a little way apart. I dropped to my knees, opening them farther. She’d given up on the game of resistance, now. She was too turned on, staring up at me with half-closed eyes, her chest heaving.

My cock had softened—an icy dip will do that to you. Now, it rose and stiffened and I enjoyed the sight of her eyes locking onto it hungrily.

“Now,” I said. “I’m going to fuck you.”

Lily

I swallowed and looked up at him. More specifically, I looked up at his cock, angry and erect, throbbing above me in a way that sent dark tremors through me.

If what had happened before the swim had been spiritual and beautiful, what had happened afterward had been base and kinky...in the best possible way. What better feeling than to be chased, naked, by a powerful man who wants to throw you down and—
God!
It was the knowledge that he’d never hurt me, that he’d stop as soon as I said the word, that made it fun. He was so big, as he climbed down on top of me, so hugely powerful. Those broad shoulders, the heavy swell of his pecs. Intimidating, but in a good way. In a
makes-you-feel-weak-and-helpless
way.

His knees pushed mine apart. I bent them, so that the soles of my feet were flat on the ground, and opened myself to him. Bull planted his hands on my thighs and the feel of his touch there made me groan. Then he was moving forward, positioning himself. I felt the kiss of his naked cock against my lips, damp from the lake on the outside and slickly wet inside.

Both of us were still dripping. The sun was warm on our skin, but it was the heat inside that kept me from shivering. I felt charged up and ready in a way I’d never been before. Each time, with Bull, it had been about losing control, about my feelings for him taking over. For the first time, there were no arguments in my head. Even my fears about our future had retreated. Maybe it was because we were away from town or maybe it was something to do with my new-found body confidence but everything was
right. This
felt right, me and Bull together, with green grass and water. It reminded me of something….

And then all conscious thought ceased because he was driving slowly up into me, the blunt head of him spreading me, sliding on my wetness, slipping inside—

I groaned as he entered me, his size making me stretch in that delicious, bite-your-lip-it-feels-so-good way. He surged up inside me, groaning himself as he felt my tightness. I saw his toes dig into the soft ground as he pushed on, determined to fill me completely in one, long thrust. And at last he did, my back arching and my eyes going wide as his balls kissed up against my ass, his muscled thighs pressing my own legs wide.

He stayed there for a moment, not moving, and I reached up and gripped his shoulders, staring at him wordlessly. Something was happening, something I didn’t fully understand. The feel of him there, so big and naked.
This,
the two of us outdoors under a massive sky with just a couple of horses tethered and not a modern trapping in sight. It could have been a hundred years ago, two hundred—

And then I realized what it reminded me of: my dream. A simple life in the old west.

With my husband.

Bull moved his hands up to my breasts and deftly stroked them, my skin wet under his fingers, my nipples achingly hard. Then he began to move, sliding from me and then thrusting into me again, filling me so fast and hard that my pleasure escaped as a high little cry.

He pushed his hands under my ass and lifted me a little, presenting me to him more fully. We both groaned as the angle changed. His hips rose and fell, his muscled ass powering him again and again into my wetness and heat.

My hands searched across his back, tracing every muscle, my fingertips digging in. I clutched him to me, wanting him harder, deeper,
more.
I started to toss my head against the grass, wet strands of hair sticking to my forehead. “
God,”
I moaned, relishing the hardness of his body, the sheer size of him. “
God!”

His lips drew back from his teeth—almost a snarl. I remembered what he’d said, then—that he’d fuck me harder than I’d ever been fucked before, and the thought made the heat whirlpool down to my groin. His pace picked up again, his body brutally strong between my legs, his groin pounding mine. Every thrust sent bolts of silver pleasure rippling through my entire body.