Chet

Sitting here with her by my side, my heart is over the moon—filled with happiness and content to go on this way forever. My body is consumed with desire for hers. I want her sprawled out under me. I want to feel her breasts in my hands, her legs wrapped around my torso, my dick inside her. I want to watch her lose herself to the moment and hear her screaming my name as she comes.

My head on the other hand is racing, caught up in anxiety and worry. I keep running through what-if scenarios, plagued by doubt.

What if I move too fast?

What if she isn’t over Mark?

What if she’s not ready for something real?

I’ve never been much for casual relationships, and the way I feel about her, there’s no chance I could settle for something less. I would be living in denial—setting myself up for heartbreak down the road.

My family says I’m a man of few words. I’m confident my brothers don’t mean it as a compliment, but I pride myself in that being true. If I don’t have anything to say, I don’t. If I do, I speak my mind and don’t mince words. Whether a person likes what they hear or not, they always know where I stand. But not with her. With her I am constantly analyzing what I’m about to say and second guessing whether it will come out right. She is one in a million and I don’t want to push her away and I can’t bear the thought of losing her. I’ve only felt this way once before and I am determined not to make the same mistakes with her.

She hasn’t shared many details about her past, but it seems evident she’s had a bad run with men and I’m determined to show this woman what life is like when her needs are put first.

The sun is setting, sinking toward the mountains in the distance, coloring the sky with golds and pinks and reds. The air is cool and as the warmth of the day fades I notice a cold bite in the breeze. I lean in to Christy, shoulder to shoulder, and rest my head gently against hers. She snuggles into me and wraps her arm around mine, letting out a small shiver.

“Thank you,” I say, watching the sunset.

“Thank me? What on earth for?”

“For sharing this evening with me. And … well … for the way I feel when I’m with you.”

“And just how do you feel when you’re with me?” she asks.

“Whole.”

“Oh, Mr. Wilde. You, sir, are a smooth talker.” She rubs her hand along my arm.

I chuckle. Much as I hate to leave her side, I pull myself away to poke at what remains of the fire smoldering inside the ring of stones and decide to add a couple of logs for good measure. Once the fire breathes its way back to life, I grab the blanket from my saddlebag and drape it across her shoulders taking my place next to her.

“Oh, that’s much better. Thank you.” Christy pulls at the blanket and wraps part of it around me as well.

When we’ve finished eating I take her hand in mine and peer into her eyes. I wish if I looked hard enough she could know my thoughts and I could know hers. “Christy, I don’t know the best way to say this, so I’m just going to get it out. I said it before, but …” I trail off, trying to find the words. “Being with you … I’m a different man. A better man. You fill a void in me I was barely aware of before, but now—when I’m not with you—it’s undeniable. I’ve found a part of me I had neglected for … well, a while. I don’t want to rush this, or to push you too fast. So please tell me what you need. Is this too much too soon for you?”

“With anyone else it would be. But with you? It feels right.” Christy squeezes my hand lightly and leans in to kiss me. “Does that answer your question?”

With my hand at the nape of her neck, I pull her closer. Her lips are soft and I taste a hint of vanilla, no doubt from her lip balm, but it suits her perfectly. Our foreheads still touching, our eyes make contact for a moment and I’m awestruck. I lightly stroke her cheek. “Christy?”

“Hmm?”

“I want you,” I admit.

“You have me.”

“No. I want you, now.” I run my index finger down her thigh to clarify my intentions.

“Then take me. Now.” Christy repositions herself on the blanket beneath us, giving me access to her.

I undo the top few buttons of her shirt, revealing a pale-pink lace bra and her perfect, full breasts spilling over the top. I deposit small kisses along her collar as I continue loosening buttons. She tears at the last two studs of her blouse to help expedite its removal. My mouth moves lower, kissing the bare part of her breast while my hands work at unclasping her bra. Her breathing changes, becoming deeper, with an urgency that wasn’t present before.

She slides the straps of her bra down each arm, allowing it to fall free and baring herself to me. I want to stop and study her magnificence, but there’s no time to waste. I need her. I scrunch her shirt into a ball on the blanket behind her and lay her head back on it, carefully guiding her to the makeshift pillow. I position my body over hers, my tongue strokes around her nipple while my nose is nuzzled into the soft flesh of her breast. I have fantasized about this so many times, bringing myself release as I thought about her, and us, but this is better than I ever could have imagined.

Christy responds by pulling at my shirt, but then shifts her focus to my cock, now constricted by the denim of my pants. The pressure of her hand rubbing me through the material only adds to my sense of urgency. I sit up, changing my focus briefly to remove her boots and then targeting the button of her jeans. Once undone, she lifts her hips, creating a path for me to slide them down. And there she is, lying in front of me, open to me, and I want to devour her.

The light of the day is nearly gone, leaving only the fire to illuminate us, its reflection in her eyes embodies my state of mind. I tug my shirt over my head, unwilling to waste more time on buttons. Christy pulls at my belt while I kick my boots off and yank at my jeans. Finally, I lie down with her and huddle under the warmth of the blanket, wrapping her in my arms, our flesh touching.

“Are you sure?” I ask a final time. She touches her forehead to mine again and nods in agreement. I kiss along her neck, down past her breasts, stopping again to suckle her nipple, teasing it with my tongue and then continuing on, kissing and biting, careful to make sure she’s comfortable, until I stop just above her navel. My fingers trace slowly up and down her side, tickling her ribs and causing her to squirm in delight and I cannot get enough of the happiness on her face. My hand continues moving lower, brushing along her hip and down her outer thigh. I stop just above her knee and change direction, moving slowly and delicately back up her inner thigh, her whimpers of agreement spurring me on.

When I reach her pussy, my hand follows the outline of her lips, dragging my finger gently up one side, slowing as it approaches her clit, and then without making contact, back down the other side. Seeing her lost in pleasure, I want to make it last all night but she makes clear she’s ready for more by taking my hand and pressing it against her slit. I lick my index and middle fingers and ease them into her. My God is she wet. I move my fingers in a curling motion first one and then the other, as if signaling her to come to me, to come for me, and she drives her hips rhythmically back against my hand pushing them deeper with each thrust.

“Chet, please. Fuck me.” She wraps her hand around my raging cock and pulls me to her. Shit—I’m so hard, and the pressure from her hand feels incredible. Twisted and perverted thoughts flood my mind. The things I want to do with her, the things I want to do to her, it’s too much—I can’t hold back any longer. I reach for my jeans and dig through the pocket, frantically searching for a condom. Thank God for just in case.

With my dick in my hand, I bring the tip to her opening and push forward, entering her bit by bit, but giving time for her body to adjust to the pressure. “Oh, fuck.” Christy’s eyes open wide with surprise, looking directly at me. “Don’t stop,” she begs.

I hook my arms under her knees, lifting her legs to adjust the orientation of my body in hers, and her eyes roll back, indicating her approval. I rock my hips slowly, pulling almost out of her, before pushing in, only an inch or so. I repeat the action several times, moving only a couple of inches, slowly, deliberately.

“Oh my … don’t tease,” she begs. “Give me more.”

On my next thrust, I bury myself inside her. The sensation of my balls slapping against her ass could send me over, but it’s not time. My focus right now is her, and I want her to feel things she’s never experienced before.

We find a natural rhythm almost immediately, her body responding in time to mine, back and forth, up and down, over and over. Looking down at her, the sight is indescribable, the feeling—sublime. I move my arms out from under her knees to brace myself on her hips, thrusting deeper and harder into her. I can see the pleasure on her face, but I want her to have more, I want her to lose herself to the bliss, so I lift my hands from her hips to lick my fingers and bring them back down between her legs. With one hand, I pull back the skin of her lips, fully exposing her clit, while using the thumb from the other hand to stroke it each time my dick pushes in.

When her breathing speeds up, I increase my pace to match. She opens her eyes, looking into mine as she climaxes, and I’m lost to her, now and forever. I steady my pace and focus my attention on her body as she trembles and shakes through the waves of her orgasm. After she’s had time to recover, she grabs my bare ass with both hands, pulling me into her and holding me there.

“Now let me take care of you Mr. Wilde,” she says, releasing her grip so she can climb on top. “Just lay back and relax, cowboy,” she says with a mischievous grin. Right now, she is in complete control and I think she likes it. The feeling was amazing before, but now? With her hips rocking back and forth on top of me, her walls massaging my cock, the feeling is indescribable. I’m almost afraid to close my eyes for fear when I blink I’ll wake up in my bed alone, and all of this will be nothing more than a wonderfully terrible dream. So, I lie back and enjoy the moment, the sight of her body in the firelight, her full breasts bouncing, the desire in her face, I drink it all in, savoring it like a fine wine.

The thrust of my hips falls in concert with hers and I feel pressure building in my balls. She runs her hands through the hair on my chest, pulling it lightly as she squeezes my pecs. “Shit, I’m going to come,” I warn. My balls tighten and my dick is so hard I can feel every nuance of her. The intensity of my release is unlike any feeling I’ve ever had. After I come, Christy collapses onto me, pressing her chest to mine, both of us exhausted and elated.

“Let me get something to clean you up,” I say, reaching for the handkerchief in my jeans. I stretch out next to her, holding the blanket to shield us from the cold while I clean her.

We stay like that for a while, staring up at the stars, poking at the fire occasionally to keep it alive. “I hate to say it, but we probably ought to get back—I didn’t intend to have you out here after dark.” Reluctantly, she agrees and we gather our things and pack what we can on the horses.

I shovel dirt into the circle, making sure the fire is extinguished. “Why don’t you ride back with me? On Midnight, I mean—that trail can be tough in broad daylight, and I don’t want to risk it. We can tether Henrietta to my saddle.”

“Ordinarily I’d put up a fight to prove that I can do it, but … you can have this round. I’m happy to settle for a little more time wrapped up with you. And honestly, I wouldn’t mind sharing some of your body heat as well, it is chilly out here,” she says with her arms crossed, squeezing into her waist.

I take my time getting us back. The sky is clear but the crescent moon barely offers enough light to see ten feet ahead. Not that I need the light to get us back safely, I know this land better than anyone. I’ve been out searching for remnants—the stragglers from the herd that didn’t keep up—well into the night more times than I could count. But I enjoy the feel of her pulled tight to my back, and I’m afraid when we get to the barn she’s going to leave, so I maintain a little tension on Midnight’s reins to keep him in a slow walk.

Back at the barn, I invite her to stay with me tonight, but I can see in her eyes she’s hesitant. Not wanting to ruin an otherwise wonderful evening with an awkward end, I add, “Be warned though … I’ll be up banging around in the kitchen by about four so don’t expect to sleep in.” I smile, offering her an excuse to politely decline. “Maybe some other time?”

“I’d like that.” She smiles.

I hold her in my arms, enjoying the last few minutes with her, appreciating the sweet smell of her hair, before I kiss her goodbye and watch her drive off.