Authors: Em Petrova
"Oh, I plan to.” He dipped his head and caught her lower lip between his teeth.
She moaned, her body suddenly alive and feeling like warm water had been splashed over her. She wrapped her arms around his broad chest and brought his weight down on her, reveling in the feeling of his big body against hers.
Oh, to wake to him every morning. She might indulge his worries of protecting her by staying away now, but she could feel herself bucking this idea with each passing moment. Soon she feared she wouldn't be able to stop the flow of words she longed to say, letting him know she wasn't going to be put aside anymore. She was his wife!
He slid his tongue along her lower lip back and forth until she writhed. She arched her back, bringing her breasts against his chest in hope of gaining relief from the ache.
When he thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, she met it with a groan. Passion flared to life. For long minutes, their tongues tangled. She opened her eyes and found he was looking at her, an expression of utter absorption on his handsome face.
"What did you bring to eat, Kathleen?"
Tripped up by his question, she lay still, panting for more of his kisses. She shook her head. She couldn't remember anything but the flavor of him on her tongue.
He smiled crookedly, obviously amused by her stunned expression. Reaching out, he snagged the basket by the handle and dragged it toward him. He flipped the lid and peered inside. “Ahh, tarts. Apple?"
She found her voice, though it was reedy. “Peach custard."
"Perfect.” He rolled off her and into a sitting position. She moved to sit up too, but he closed his fingers over her nipple, pinching it deliciously. Spikes of lust struck her. She gasped, rocking upward, seeking more.
"Take off your blouse, woman."
At his rough command, her gaze flicked to his. Immediately, she started to work the pearl buttons through the small holes until her chemise was visible.
"Damn, just as I thought. You're dressed in layers. When I get you in my house, you're going to wear nothing."
She giggled. “And if company calls?"
"Then you can throw on a dress, no underthings. I need easy access to this.” He tugged up her skirt and walked his fingers up her inner thigh to the pulsating heat of her.
Juices oozed from her, coating his fingers as he swirled them over her needy nubbin. Fire claimed her, and she forgot her own name while he stroked her to a peak that was too close. She wanted to extend the feelings of pleasure racing through her.
Swiftly, he removed his hand, leaving her body clenching where his fingers had been. “Please, Graham!"
"Not yet, my sweet. I plan to make you a bit sweeter. Can you pull your skirt off so I can access your pussy? Your belly? Breasts?” His gaze ticked over these body parts as he spoke, a caress in itself.
The spot they'd chosen to sit was secluded. Trees bracketed them on three sides, and the hill sloped sharply on the fourth side. It was unlikely anyone would see them. And who cared if they did? They were married, after all.
She shimmied out of her blouse, skirt, and boots. When she moved to unroll her stocking, he stayed her with a hand over hers. “Leave them. Now pull up that lovely white chemise and let me see your breasts."
Feeling naughtier than she ever had in her life, she obeyed. He growled his pleasure when he glimpsed her turgid mounds, the tips rosy and needy. She watched his mouth, desperate for his kiss on them.
Instead, he turned to the basket and delved inside, coming out with a tart. His big hand dwarfed the small pastry. Holding her gaze, he bit into the crust, exposing the soft filling.
"Mmm. Damn, my woman can cook!"
She grinned, watching him chew. Then he stuck a big finger into the filling and scooped it up. Before she realized what he was doing, he painted it over her breast, coating her nipple entirely.
"Let's see if the inside is as good as the outside.” He leaned in and swallowed her nipple, sucking it into a sharp point and cleaning the sticky custard off her flesh. Her skin rippled in goose bumps. A light breeze played over her, tickling her moist folds and ruffling his dark hair.
She gripped his head, forcing him to suck her harder. When she tried to push him downward, he chuckled and straightened away.
"Not yet, my beauty. I must finish my dessert. Then I promise I'll get to the main course.” He gazed at her as if he'd eat her up. God, she hoped he would.
Smearing more of the peach custard over her other breast, he set about sucking and licking it off. When she was bucking for more, he smoothed the confection over her belly.
She watched his head move over her, and his tongue tantalized her skin as he lapped up all the dessert.
"Now this is pure honey.” With that, he plunged two fingers deep into her channel.
She cried out, knees falling apart to accept him deeper, aching to be stretched and filled by his cock. She dug into his shoulders as he teased her, withdrawing each digit and sucking them clean.
Shuddering, and on the verge of release, she applied pressure to his shoulders, encouraging him to go down between her thighs and lick her pussy.
"Tell me what you want, Kathleen."
"Taste me!"
"Where? Here?” He stuck his tongue into her navel and laved it. She squirmed.
"No, here!” She laid her fingers over her clit.
He growled and stared at the juncture of her thighs for a long minute. The bulge in the front of his pants grew until it appeared he'd rip the seams. “Christ, baby... Don't... Fuck, give me those fingers!” He seized her wrist and stuck her fingers into his mouth, bathing each digit and licking away the traces of her arousal.
She moaned at the heated swirl of his tongue. She needed it lower. Much lower.
He met her gaze and released her fingers. “I'm ready for some honey now.” He lay prone between her legs. With deliberate purpose, he licked her from her wet opening to her throbbing button.
Crying out, she rocked against him, crushing his tongue against her needy sex. “Graham, it won't take long..."
He grunted, gliding his tongue in a smooth path over her juicy pussy. She turned her face to the side, staring at the tree line, unable to watch his mouth move over her.
"Touch your nipples, baby. Pinch them for me."
Shock ripped through her. Did people do this? Wasn't it the husband's job to give her pleasure? Could she give herself what she needed? In all her years, she'd never stroked herself, though she'd ached to.
She met his gaze. He delivered one long, lazy lick to her seam, holding his tongue on her nub. A heartbeat floated between them. He'd gotten wildly excited when she touched her pussy. What would happen if she did his bidding and played with her breasts the way he wanted?
Emboldened by the encouragement she saw in his eyes, she clamped her fingers over her tight buds. Her nipples drew up harder, and she moaned as new feelings tore through her body. As she learned the ridges of her tight nipples, he watched her, lapping her at a steady pace. She couldn't tear her gaze from his wet tongue on her folds and the bliss on his face when she squeezed both her nipples.
Seeing his joy, she did it again. Driven by inspiration, she opened her mouth and licked the tip of one, as he'd done so often.
"Goddamn, woman!” His breath was hot on her sex. He drove his fingers into her and began licking her passionately.
She sucked one nipple, then the other as he made love to her with his fingers and tongue. Waves of ecstasy were slamming her, sending her upward into the heavens. Her muscles grew taut, and in a blazing burst, she came.
Kathleen's folds pulsed on Graham's lips and tongue, sending spasms of need straight to his groin. He reached down and gripped his cock hard through his pants, forcing back the need to blow.
Her little squeaking gasps continued to spiral from her, a heady sound that made him wild.
He watched her twist and writhe. When her last contraction ebbed away, she met his gaze.
"Come up here,” she rasped.
Fire licked his insides at the rough command—unlike anything she'd issued before. How could he resist? Hell, he was like a wilted flower living in the earthen darkness for so many years, her mere presence blinded him.
He held her gaze as he slid up her body to hover over her. They shared a smile, and he kissed her, taking her mouth with long, languid strokes of his tongue. When she was quivering once more, he reached for his fly, intending to undress.
"Let me,” she said. With a coy look, she covered his hand and nudged it aside. “It's my turn to taste the tarts."
His heart sped away like a herd of cattle in a dust storm. Christ, did she mean—
She pressed him back into the high grass and scooped some delicious custard out of the tart. Spreading it down his chest, she followed it with her maddeningly hot tongue, delivering short, quick laps that made him close his eyes to bar the sight. If he watched another moment, he was going to be unmanned.
She stripped off his clothing and continued to smear the tart over his body. Her tongue tormented him as she worked it over his chest to the flat of his stomach.
Shooting him a glittering glance, she liberally coated the tip of his straining erection with the sticky treat.
He curled his hands around her head. “God, Kathleen... I don't know if I can live through this."
Her soft laughter floated up to him a split second before she took him in her mouth. His world narrowed to include only the soft tickle of her hair against his thighs and the hot whirl of her tongue. She sucked him deeper into her mouth. The head of his cock hit the back of her throat.
"Fuck!” he roared. He gripped her shoulders and nudged her mouth away.
She stared at him, her lips delightfully rosy and plump but her eyes registering worry. “Didn't you like it?"
"Hell, no. I
loved
it. But I want to get inside you. If you continue what you were doing with your mouth much longer, I'll never last, baby."
He plucked her into his arms, snuggling her close, tumbling her onto the turf. She curled around him, molding her body perfectly to fit his. To angle her to receive him, he hitched her thigh on his hip.
"You've changed my world, Kathleen."
"You
are
my world."
In one quick thrust, he filled her. A white fog shrouded his mind as her heat permeated his every inch. Her body cradled his balls, which felt heavier and fuller than ever. He was going to bathe her wet walls with his seed, and dammit, it was going to take root in her belly.
A thin thread of guilt wove through him. He could make this right now rather than drag it out. Though it had only been a few short hours since he dropped hints that he was connected with a woman in these parts, no dangers had presented themselves as of yet. He hoped Wabash would take the bait, the son of a bitch.
She shifted restlessly. He pulled out all the way to the spongy tip of his shaft and then plunged back in. Drawing her other leg up, she positioned herself perfectly for him to sink another precious fraction.
"Yes, Graham! I feel you soo...deep.” She shuddered, her body taut, on the verge of release.
"That's it, baby. Take what you need. Drench me with your juices."
She tipped over the edge swiftly, crying out as she contracted around him. He narrowed his gaze, watching the moisture of her perspiration glisten on her throat and cheeks, and the flutter of her eyelids as she was bound to him by pleasure.
Her short nails raked over his back, scraping paths of pain that ignited into a fire of ecstasy.
With a primitive grunt, he drove deeper. Once, twice... Her body hugged him tight, and God, he couldn't hold back anymore.
He burst with a cry that split the air. Her voice matched his, both louder than they'd allowed themselves to ever be. Hot ropes of come slicked her insides, and the pressure in his balls grew exquisite. He filled his hands with her breasts, kneading them and drawing the last moans from her swollen lips.
Slowing his pace, he brought them down together. Suddenly, a sob escaped her. He went still and bracketed her face in his hands. “No, baby. What is it?” He pitched his voice low, as he did with a jittery animal.
She turned her face against his shoulder, trying to hide from him. Why? His heart lurched. Still oozing cum, he pulled out of her body and locked her to him, forcing her chin up with his thumb so he could meet her gaze.
"Have I hurt you? I got carried away—"
"No,” she said thickly.
"Then what?” His patience, which he'd always struggled with, fled. He couldn't help but feel responsible for her distress. If he hadn't hurt her physically, he had to have done something else. Or maybe she was still worried about her father?
Her chest heaved beneath his.
"Please, Kathleen. Talk to me. You can always talk to me, darlin'."
"It's just...what we said before.” Her words erupted in jerky spurts. “I've changed your world, and you are my world. But we're apart. I can't wake up to your kisses or know you're on the ranch working while I'm doing my part inside."
He'd thought her young enough that she'd comply with his wishes for a while longer, but he'd been a fool to even ask it of her. His actions were cowardly, even if they'd begun as noble. Now that he recognized his growing feelings for her, he only wanted to do the right thing.
Still, how could he put her in direct danger by keeping her by him? Especially now, when the seedy soldier he'd put in prison might be plotting against him? If she was with him and he was attacked, he'd never forgive himself. He'd put a bullet through his own head before he lived without another woman he loved.
The choking lump threatened to seal off his throat.
Love
. It wasn't something he'd often contemplated. Even with Bella, he'd never admitted it to her or himself.
As the hope of what he could have with Kathleen slammed him, he once again fixed his resolve to go through with his original plan. He'd post a guard on her property. Clay would surely watch out for her while Graham went into town for one more attempt to draw out the weasel who might try to steal her from him.