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"I do resent that," Hugh said as he led her backstage and down a short hall toward his dressing room. "I don't 'plant seeds', or anything like that. That's just a rumor jealous girls started when I didn't pick them to throw a rose at." He led her into the room, simple and plain, with a straw bed and a large, cloudy mirror. His eyes bored into hers as he closed the door softly behind him. Lucy felt like she was being examined under a microscope.
"Well, I'm sorry, I meant no offense." She looked up into his face as he walked slowly toward her. Her legs were shaking, and she searched for something to say, anything---and landed on thin air. She kept thinking about how full Hugh's lips were, and how he smelled of sweat and soap at the same time. "I really enjoyed the show," she babbled. "That barker was quite funny."
"Did you hear me?" Hugh asked quietly. He was inches away from her, and now he put one hand on the curve of her waist.
"Yes," Lucy said, and let out a nervous titter as his other hand moved her hair to one side, cupped her chin again, and led her gently forward into a kiss. She melted into it instantly, a fiery lust shooting through her body as his lips met hers. Both of his arms slipped around her waist and pulled her against his body firmly, and she felt a hardness grind between her legs. She gasped into his kiss, and he pulled back, panicked.
"I'm sorry!" his eyes were wide with fear. "God, I should have asked first! You don't even want me, you were just being nice." His face was stricken. "Damn. Lucy, please forgive me. I've wanted you since I first saw you, but I completely understand---"
She didn't give him time to finish. She leapt forward and crushed his mouth with hers, plunging her tongue between his lips to tangle with his. Hugh grunted in delighted surprise, then shocked her by reaching around and cupping her plump ass, holding her body firmly against him as he ground his erect member against her. They fell on to the bed, and Hugh kept grinding his hips against Lucy, pulling gently on her hair as his cock thrusted against her swollen clit.
"Clothes off," Lucy panted, skin burning from the kisses Hugh was planting on her face and neck. "Now."
Hugh jerked Lucy into a standing position and reached behind her to untie the strings, then pulled her dress over her head swiftly. He started to remove his clothing as Lucy stripped off her undergarments. As her huge breasts swung free of her brassiere, Hugh let out a throaty moan. He moved his palm over the rigid shaft of his cock, wrapping his fingers around it and stroking lightly. His thumb passed over his bulbous head, sending a shiver down his spine. He licked his lips, waiting for her to move.
Lucy slowly returned to the bed, taking in Hugh's chiseled body with fervent eyes. She spread her thighs invitingly, running her hand over her mound and shivering as her palm caressed her swollen clit. A fire was eating away her self-control, and she moaned as Hugh gripped her thighs to steady her, then sank swiftly into her pussy. He let out an impassioned cry, pulling slowly out of her wetness, then thrusting himself back in. The incredible sensation of his thick shaft penetrating her tight walls stole the breath from Lucy's lungs, and her hips rushed to meet the movement of his, her nerve endings singing with pleasure. His mouth found her nipple and his tongue flicked across it sharply, forcing an ardent cry of joy from Lucy's lips as he drove himself desperately between her thick thighs. Her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, pulling him in closer so the round head of his rigid cock could reach the deepest, most sensitive spot inside her.
Lucy couldn't believe she had this beautiful man on top of her, filling and stretching her, and kissing her urgently. His eyes were gentle, affectionate, and burning with passion. He kneaded her soft breasts as he plunged into her, languidly dragging the length of himself back and rushing forward to hilt himself in her dripping wet pussy again. Hugh twisted her nipple with one hand, biting gently on her breast before sucking the areola into his mouth. Lucy whimpered, and her eyes rolled back in her head as he buried his cock in her again and again. She felt her inner walls clench around him as he moved inside her faster and faster, and he shuddered, picking up speed as desire rolled through his body. Lucy grabbed the firm cheeks of his ass, pressing him closer against her. The weight of his body ground against the sensitive nub of her clit, and she shouted her ecstasy to the ceiling.
"You feel as amazing as you look," he moaned into her ear, and Lucy felt a wave of ecstasy suffuse her body. Hugh started to pump his hips wildly, sacrificing rhythm for power and moaning deliriously as Lucy's inner walls swallowed his girth and sent his body into paroxysms of delight. "I never want to stop making love to you. Never." He said viciously. His green eyes were wild with lust.
"Don't," Lucy begged, and Hugh's hands grabbed her hips as he threw himself against her harder. "Don't stop! Yes! God, yes, Hugh!" she cried, her eyes closed in rapture. He was filling her with euphoria, his forceful thrusts pounding her closer to the delicious edge of orgasm. His strong hands tightened on her soft waist as he watched himself slide in and out of her slick pussy. His breath grew ragged and short, and Lucy rolled her hips against his, her body thrumming with joy. Her pussy tightened around his shaft as she came, moaning her ecstasy into Hugh's mouth. She pulled his hair gently as he exploded inside her, and they thrusted together, bodies drained of adrenaline. He pulled back, looking at her in wonder. He didn't say a word, but kissed her, then slid himself off of her, gazing at her face from his side.
There was a heavy silence between them, and Lucy listened to the pounding of her heart, waiting for her body to cool. She realized she could hear the roar of the crowd just outside the door, responding to something someone was doing with an appreciative cheer. Hugh was smiling at her shyly, waiting for her to speak.
"So," she said carefully, trying for a joke. "You come here often?"
Hugh gazed at her, startled, then laughed, holding his chest until the chuckles subsided. "I promise I don't," he finally said. "Those stories really aren't true. You are the first woman I've taken back here. In any fashion." He smiled slowly at the look of disbelief on Lucy's face. "I'm serious."
"Well, I hope you don't think I'm easy." Her voice was light, but she wasn't joking at all. Hugh seemed to pick up on it. He leaned in and kissed her softly, sending a jolt of happiness through her body.
"Not at all," he said earnestly. "In fact, I'm expecting you to give me quite the problem." His hand found hers, and she squeezed it.
"What do you mean?" Lucy asked, puzzled.
“Well," Hugh said gently, his eyes shining with mirth. "I doubt very much you're going to let me take you on dates at your diner and at my place of work. So, we'll have to work around that, and meet up whenever I'm close. And I expect you'll want me close often." He slipped his arm around her waist, grinning happily. "Which I don't mind at all."
Lucy shook her head, almost unable to believe what she was hearing. "Sorry...are you saying you want to keep seeing me? Like...on dates?"
He looked at her as though she'd said the most ridiculous sentence in the human language. "Are you kidding me, Gorgeous? You think I'm going to let some other cowboy snap you up?" he laughed, and the sound made her heart soar in her chest. She started laughing with him, and they laughed until their faces moved close enough to kiss again. They kissed until their bodies grew close enough to touch again. Then they touched until they warmed again enough to make love.
After, Lucy watched her cowboy sleep, hoping the show went on a little longer out there. She pictured the look Rosie would get when she let this event slip, and especially when she informed her that it would be ongoing. And to think that all she had to thank was her special---a dish as hearty and complicated as her, but not half as irresistible.
THE END