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Forgotten Bride
by Squeakypeep
Tanner Homestead
Evening
‘Please, call me Kezzie.’
The two young women, of approximately the same age, were becoming fast friends as they prepared food for their menfolk.
‘I am Angel, or Dancer, whichever you prefer.’ She pulled at the biscuit dough, wiping a hand across her cheek to catch a stray hair and leaving a smear of flour in its wake.
‘May I ask you something Dancer?’ Kezzie glanced around, making sure the men were still outside and they wouldn’t be overheard.
‘Of course, whatever you want.’
‘It’s just, I never had a married woman to ask questions of, and the sisters at the convent would be shocked by my thoughts.’
‘You were very sheltered there then?’
‘Indeed. I hardly caught sight of a man in all the years I was there. Ezra visited occasionally, twice if I’m honest, but that was it.’ She stopped shelling the peas perched on the edge of the table. ‘How do you know if he’s the one? I mean, how did you know with Vin?’
Angel laughed. ‘I married Vin the day we met. He bedded me the same day.’ She looked over at the dark haired girl at the table. Seeing her disappointed look she forged ahead. ‘Let me ask you something. When you look at Ezra, what do you see?’
Outside, directly below the open window, the Gambler tensed. Seated beside him, also taking a break, Vin chuckled quietly. His Southern friend was more affected by his bride than he let on.
‘Apart from the obvious?’
‘What obvious?’
‘C’mon Dancer, you have to have noticed how handsome he is, how his eyes twinkle with amusement right before he flashes that gold tooth and dimpled smile.’ She took on a faraway look. ‘How he is always so beautifully dressed in those indecently snug pants.’ She chuckled evilly.
‘Honey, I have eyes only for a lanky Texan with a wicked streak a mile wide.’ Vin grinned in satisfaction. Nice to have it confirmed.
‘Okay so if that’s the obvious, what’s the not so obvious?’
‘He has a good heart, although he tries his best to appear devious and calculating. He can be, I know that, he is very clever and cunning, but he is ever careful not to take every penny from his opponents. Have you noticed that?’
‘Vin has. He likes Ezra.’
‘Good. Ezra also holds Vin in high esteem. It is reassuring to know his friendship is returned.’
Vin and Ezra exchanged embarrassed looks before grinning sheepishly and shaking hands.
‘Okay, so I know what you see when you look at him. What do you feel?’
Ezra held his breath, shrugging off the guilt at his ungentlemanly eavesdropping.
‘This is going to sound shocking.’
‘You’d be surprised how much it takes to shock me, Honey. Tell me.’
‘I feel shivery. But not cold. If anything I feel uncomfortably hot.’
‘That’s good. What else?’ Angel shoved the biscuits into the oven and turned, catching sight of two heads, one fair, one chestnut, below the window. She pretended not to notice.
‘I get flutters in my belly, low in my belly, if you know what I mean.’ She blushed.
‘I know exactly what you mean. Go on.’
‘Breathless.’
‘So looking at Ezra,’ Angel raised her voice and Kezzie looked curiously at her, ‘makes you feel, hot and breathless and makes your belly flutter?’
‘I don’t have any other words to express it. Are you shocked?’
‘No Honey. I’m pleased. If that man has any sense he’ll transform you from bride to wife as quickly as possible. You love him don’t you?’
Kezzie sighed. ‘Yes. I do. Very much. He considers me a child. He can’t see I am a woman.’
‘Not yet you’re not. But if Ezra has a man’s usual inclinations, you soon will be. You’re an attractive girl, you will just have to seduce him!’
Ezra sat perfectly still, afraid to move. Vin clapped him on the shoulder and sidled away. His little wife had done a good job. He’d have to think of a way to reward her. He grinned and adjusted his suddenly restricting pants.
The green eyes of the Gambler gleamed as he reviewed the conversation he’d overheard.
She thought he was handsome, clever and kind.
She got turned on just looking at him.
‘She loves me.’ This one he whispered aloud. ‘She loves me.’ A slow grin spread across his face. What she didn’t know, what he’d never told anyone, was that the reason he’d only visited her twice was that on his last visit he ad been hard pressed not to remove her from the convent and throw her down on the nearest bed, or bedroll, or grassy knoll, he wasn’t particular, and teach her the art of lovemaking. He’d resisted. He needed to know it was what she wanted. He had promised her a choice and would let her make it.
She had.
Putting one finger in his suddenly too-tight collar he began to scheme. There was no way he’d sleep tonight without taking her first.
Dinner was a relaxed affair. The women served the men their food and joined them, talking about safe, general topics. The men discussed horses, poker and the latest attempt to rob the bank. Despite the easy air there was an undercurrent of tension.
Sexual tension.
Angel looked over at Vin and tweaked one eyebrow upwards in a lightening quick expression. Vin watched her wondering what she was trying to tell him. She glanced at the window. He smirked and she kicked him with a moccasin-clad foot. He frowned at her.
Ezra was busy tormenting Kezzie. At every possible opportunity he touched her, sitting altogether too close, his thigh pressed against hers, brushing his fingers over her thumb as she passed him coffee, leaning in close to catch her words. Generally making her extremely hot and bothered.
By the time the short meal was complete she was jumping every time he moved.
Leaping to her feet she announced she would take a short walk to the corral and back before retiring.
Vin bade her goodnight, urging a confused Dancer to do the same, claiming he was tired from the day’s exertions and would be in bed before she returned.
‘I will, of course, escort you my dear.’ Ezra rose to follow his skittish bride, green eyes twinkling. Kezzie felt the breath driven from her lungs. She shook her head. She needed time away from him, not his company.
‘No, really. I will be fine. Stay and talk with your friends.’
‘They wish to retire. It is no imposition. I would like to accompany you.’ Kezzie shot Angel a desperate look. Angel looked at Vin who shook his head and winked at his wife. Angel shrugged apologetically at her young guest.
Panicked, Kezzie almost ran across the yard, touched the corral fence and did a quick about turn to head back to the house.
Ezra laughed as she tried to pass him, catching her around the waist, arresting her flight.
‘Come Keziah. I wish you to walk with me for a while. Let us take a short promenade.’ He gave her no opportunity to deny him, instead placing her hand on his arm and setting off purposefully for the barn.
‘Ezra where are we going?’
He opened the barn door wide for her and swept his hand before him, ‘if you please.’ She went in. He led her over to the loft ladder and indicated she should ascend.
‘Are you jesting?’
‘No.’
‘Ezra, I’m wearing skirts. You go first.’ She was blushing. The color stole across her white skin, disappearing under her gown. He wondered how far down it went.
Shaking off those thoughts he refocused. ‘I need to be below you, in the event that you falter.’
She searched his eyes. ‘You won’t look?’
‘My word as a gentleman.’ She nodded and awkwardly began to climb the ladder.
‘Ezra why are we doing this?’ She glanced down at him, checking his progress. He was right behind her but his eyes were fixed on his hands holding the ladder uprights.
‘I have something to show you.’
‘Oh.’
The loft was in total darkness. She stood still, afraid to move. She heard him reach the top of the ladder and started as he gripped her hand. He tugged her forward. She resisted.
‘Do you trust me, my Dahling?’
Her breath caught in her throat at the endearment. She nodded silently, before remembering he couldn’t see her.
‘Yes Ezra.’ Her voiced emphasised her confidence in him and he smiled in the darkness.
‘Come.’ He tugged again and she followed him, completely blind. ‘Stand still.’ She stopped. There was a rasp and a flicker of light as he lit a match, meeting her eyes over the flame before turning to light a lamp. He moved off to light a second and a third, hanging them on the hooks in the ceiling as the each wick settled into a steady glow.
As the light of the small lamps increased, casting a dim glow about the room, Kezzie’s mouth dropped open. Numerous quilts and pillows were set up on the swept floor making an inviting looking bed. A range of small bottles stood sentry beside a gently steaming bathtub and bunches of wildflowers flowed from every possible surface. A bottle of wine and two glasses stood keeping company with a bar of soap and a cloth on a small stool beside the tub.
Ezra watched her from the corner of his eye as he shrugged out of his jacket and unbuckled his holster and derringer rig. Dressed in a green waistcoat, shot through with gold threads, a crisp white shirt and snug black pants he turned to face her. He held out his hand and waited.
She remained frozen for the longest time. His raised arm was beginning to ache and he started to worry that he’d made a mistake. He watched her eyes run through a gamut of emotions. Shock, humor, love, fear and finally excitement. He felt the swell growing in the tight pants.
‘Ezra?’
‘You must take the first step if you want this Keziah. I am offering you myself, warts and all. I promised the choice was yours to make. You either approach or walk away. Which is it to be?’
She took a hesitant step forward and stopped. His heart was beating heavy in his throat, choking him. He would not… not decide for her. She must come to him. Please, please. The litany ran over and over in his head.
Abruptly she ran at him, throwing herself against his chest and wrapping her arms around his neck. He hugged her hard and breathed in the scent of lilacs coming from the soft black curls. He nuzzled her ear and whispered, ‘I thought for a minute you’d changed your mind.’
‘Never.’ She drew back and looked into his face. ‘I love you, Ezra, I have for a long time.’
He smiled at her gently and kissed her nose. ‘I love you too little girl.’
‘Really?’ He nodded and she produced a beaming smile, kissing him full on the lips before stepping back half a pace. ‘I may be little but I’m a woman Ezra.’ She stamped her foot and he laughed.
‘Not yet you’re not sweetheart, but I aim to change that.’ Her expression rapidly went from indignant to fearful.
‘Keziah, do you know what making love entails?’
She blushed again and he cocked his head to the side, gazing steadily at her as her eyes darted about the cosy loft, looking anywhere but at the man scant inches from her face. ‘Keziah?’
‘Of course I do, Ezra. I may be untouched but I’m not completely naïve.’ Her voice was steady but her blush betrayed her. He grinned inwardly.
‘Is that so?’ His eyebrow rose. ‘And how did you make this startling discovery?’ She tried to push him away but his hands remained steady on her hips.
‘Mother Superior explained it to me. I asked.’ Ezra tried hard not to imagine his little wife asking such a question of the stern Matriarch of the Sisters of Redemption.
‘I see. A nun explained the marriage bed to you. I will admit I’m curious. What exactly did she tell you?’ She tried frantically to free herself. ‘Desist. I just want to ascertain how much you know, to ensure you are cognizant of what we are about to do.’
Her flush deepened and he tried to stifle the exasperation.
‘I know it hurts the first time.’ She was talking to his boots but he didn’t press the point. ‘After the initial hurt it can be painless, if one’s husband shows consideration.’ He squinted at the top of her head not entirely sure he’d heard correctly.
‘And?’
‘And it is necessary for the begetting of children.’ Her tone was final.
‘That’s it?’ She nodded. ‘What about the pleasure?’
‘It is pleasurable for the husband, encouraging him to return to beget more children.’ He snorted.
‘I see. And what does the woman get out of this arrangement?’
‘She gives pleasure to her husband, a most desirous outcome if she wishes to please him. And children of course.’
‘Of course.’ His tone was wry. ‘Keziah, lovemaking is intensely pleasurable for both participants if performed correctly.’
She raised her head to look uncertainly into the emerald green eyes. ‘Really?’
‘Really. I think asking a virgin bride of God about sex was a grievous error on your part.’
‘She was wrong?’
‘Absolutely. You will feel immense pleasure, Keziah, if we do it right. It will be up to me to ensure you reach fulfilment.’
‘It doesn’t hurt?’
‘Ah well, perhaps not completely wrong.’ He traced a fingertip down her cheek and she shivered in response. ‘It will hurt a little the first time but it is my responsibility as your loving husband to make sure the pain is swift and short and quickly forgotten. The pain is caused by the breach of your maidenhead. Once that is done, it is finished. It will never hurt again.’
‘So tell me what I have to do.’ She watched him earnestly. He tried not to laugh. He couldn’t believe he was having this conversation. She seemed to be expecting a clinical list of instructions. Just as well the others couldn’t hear him.
‘I will. In the meantime, I’d like to bathe you and I’d like you to bathe me. Do you think that would be all right?’
‘Naked?’ She squeaked.
He laughed. ‘You’ll get used to being naked with me. For the moment just don’t fight me, Okay?’ He kissed her then, nibbling on her lower lip. She kissed like a child. He placed his thumb on her chin and pressed, ‘open for me sweetheart.’ He pushed his tongue into her mouth when he gained access and quickly withdrew, only to thrust in again.
Kezzie eagerly followed his example, timidly playing with his invading tongue with her own. She really ought to ask him to answer a few more of her questions but couldn’t seem to muster her thoughts sufficiently to string the words together. She couldn’t concentrate, every time he thrust his tongue into her mouth, or licked at her palate or ran his hands over her bare back, or pressed his hard body against… wait a minute. Bare back? She gasped into his mouth.
‘Keziah?’
‘You unbuttoned my dress!’
‘You noticed. I told you we were going to bathe together, the water is rapidly cooling, sweetheart…’
‘You’re still dressed.’ Her gown was hanging off her shoulders and she clutched it desperately to her chest in an attempt to maintain her modesty. He already knew she wasn’t wearing a corset.
‘So help me out of my clothes.’ She gaped at him and he twinkled at her, flashing the dimples. ‘Or not.’ He quickly stripped out of his vest, shirt and pants, fumbling slightly with his cufflinks in his haste. Kezzie turned her back, forgetting it was bare in her embarrassment.
Ezra smiled at her reticence, admiring the alabaster skin and the curve of her spine as he eased the tight pants over his rampant erection. He briefly looked down at himself. Perhaps the bath was a bad idea. She’d run screaming for the hills if she saw that. She was still far too cognizant. Coming to a decision he slipped into the water, hiding his obvious arousal.
‘I’ve hidden myself, you may now disrobe and join me.’
Kezzie glanced over her shoulder at him, seeing the muscular bronze chest rising from the water, she turned around for a better look. Smooth skin and rippling muscles. He was beautiful.
‘Thank you.’ She didn’t realise she had spoken the last aloud until he answered. ‘Will you join me or do I have to come and fetch you?’ He made to rise.
‘No! Stay where you are. Close your eyes.’ He sighed and did as she asked, peeking between his lids and watching her indecisiveness.
He waited. ‘Are you ready? May I…’
‘No. I’m not ready.’ She wriggled hurriedly out of the dress, her bared breasts jiggling with the movement. Pink nipples stood erect on the surprisingly heavy swells. He licked his lips as she put her thumbs in the waist of her gown and shimmied the material down her hips. She was tiny and her narrow waist enforced his conclusion that she had no need of the cumbersome corset. A small triangle of shiny, jet-black curls emerged, leading to slender, shapely legs. Ezra’s hand went involuntarily to his hard cock. He snatched it back. It needed no encouragement.
He closed his eyes completely as she approached the tub, searching his face suspiciously. He heard a soft splash and the water level rose a little as she folded herself into the far end of the tub. It wasn’t all that big and they were still touching.
‘Can I open my eyes now?’
She glanced down, making sure she was hidden. ‘Yes.’
Ezra smiled and slowly lifted his lids. Reaching over he poured her a glass of wine and brought it to his lips.
‘Do I get some?’
‘Of course. But I would like you to bathe me first for which you will require both hands.’
‘I can touch?’
‘I would like it very much if you would touch me Sugah.’ His husky Southern drawl drifted over her skin like a caress. She trembled.
‘Anywhere?’ She looked considering. He swallowed.
‘Everywhere!’
‘Ummm.’ She reached out and ran a finger down his pecs, trailing into the water but stopping when she reached his stomach. She watched his face and saw his dimples appear as he smiled and closed his eyes. He leaned his head back against the rim of the tub and she unfolded her body to kneel before him.
Both strong, tanned arms were stretched out across the edge of the bath. His knees were slightly drawn up, an enforced position since his legs were too long for the tub. She was kneeling between his splayed legs. She peered into the water but it was too dark. She couldn’t see anything.
‘There is soap and a cloth on the stool. He handed her the wine glass without opening his eyes and she took a sip and placed it on the stool before picking up the cloth and bar of scented soap.
Wetting the cloth she gently ran it over his chest and neck, her fingers lightly trailing over his skin. He remained completely immobile. Her hand dipped lower, below the level of the water as she felt around blindly.
Ezra was gritting his teeth. This was a very poor plan. He sucked in his breath as the back of her hand brushed against his throbbing cock. She snatched her hand back.
‘I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?’
He quickly reassured her. ‘No, my love, your touch is too sweet and my need for you is pressing. Please just finish and I will return the favour.’
‘Oh. Okay.’ She continued down to his feet, a cursory bathing at best, she was too eager to have him touch her. She wondered what it would feel like as he ran his hands over her body.
‘I’m done.’ Ezra sighed in relief. He wasn’t sure how much more of that he could take. Raising his head he took the cloth and soap from her unresisting fingers.
‘Keziah?’
‘Yes?’
‘Allow me to bathe you. Don’t fight me. It is perfectly acceptable for me to touch you. I am your husband.’ He gazed into her eyes. ‘Trust me, just relax and enjoy the sensations. Nothing we are about to do is wrong. Our bodies belong to each other now. Do you understand?’ She nodded, mute, excited and fearful at the same time.
Soaping the cloth Ezra ran it gently over her shoulders and neck, smoothing over her skin with his sensitive fingertips. He ran it lightly over her breasts and she gasped but made no move to stop him, instead closing her eyes and leaning into the contact. His fingers brushed her nipples and she shuddered in delight.
‘Oh!’
‘Feel good?’
‘Yes…oh…yes.’ She was beginning to pant.
He released the cloth into the water, his hands continuing steadily, without pause, over her skin. She didn’t notice the omission and he grinned, she was letting go of her inhibitions, losing herself in the new sensations he was bringing to her body. He ran his hands over her hips and down her legs, which were pressed between his and clamped tightly shut. He didn’t try to force her open. Instead he leaned forward and licked the erect pink nub on her left breast with the rough flat of his tongue.
‘Agh! Oh God. Ezra!’ His name was a breathless moan.
He took the peak into his mouth and sucked gently, teasing lightly with his teeth. She screamed, arching up into him. He slowly rose to his feet, pulling her with him and replacing his mouth with his fingers, rubbing and pinching the sensitive bud. Grabbing a towel with his free hand he gently patted them both dry, guiding her out of the water and over to the nearby quilts. His mouth was glued to hers, teasing her lips with his talented tongue, careful not to touch his fully erect penis to her belly.
Kezzie found herself laying softly on the quilt, Ezra towering over her. She gazed up at him through passion heavy lids, her eyes drifting down his glorious body, glowing damply in the dimness. She felt a frisson of fear when she saw his eager manhood but was too languidly aroused and beyond caring. She made no move to cover herself, instead reaching out a hand to him in invitation.
Ezra sank to the quilt and covered her body with his own, pushing her legs apart with his knees. The tip of his erection brushed against the curls at the juncture of her thighs and he groaned at the exquisite torment, burying his face in her neck. He began kissing a damp path up the curve of her jaw, rimming her ear with his tongue. She gasped as tingling fire shot through her limbs and she arched up against him.
Ezra blew gently in her ear, the rush of warm air stoking the delicious heat building in her belly. She began to writhe beneath him, silently asking for more, more, more. He chuckled, delighted with her uninhibited responses to his touch, the vibrations of his chest against her nipples serving only to increase her frantic movements.
Sliding his hand across the flat plane of her stomach he reached down and cupped the mound of her womanhood, easing two fingers into her tight slick channel. They groaned in chorus. He felt her wetness flowing on his fingers as he brushed his thumb over her sensitive nub of desire wringing more groans from her sweet mouth. He made love to her with smooth talented fingers until she was mindless to everything but her burning body and the man playing a symphony on her senses.
Ezra was amazed and humbled by her honest, uncontrolled reaction to his caresses. He had never had a lover who gave herself so completely into his lovemaking. ‘Sweetheart, are you ready?’ He hoped to God she was. His rock hard cock was beginning to throb painfully. He didn’t think he could maintain his tight control much longer and he still had to break through the barrier of her virginity.
Kezzie moaned incoherently, pushing her body harder against the invading fingers driving her insane. ‘Please…’ She didn’t know what she was begging for, but he was making her ache with need.
Bring his hand up to the side of her face he shifted until he was poised at her entrance. He slowly entered her, holding his breath and fighting for control. Sweat beaded his brow as the head of his penis slipped into her welcoming heat. He felt the barrier of her hymen and tried to push gently through but it wouldn’t give.
‘Oh! No! Stop!’ She pushed against his chest ineffectually. ‘It hurts!’
‘Dahling. Hold still. Don’t wriggle like that yet!’ He quickly ran through his options. Being gentle was just prolonging the unavoidable pain for her and he was fast losing his last shred of control.
Shifting his hands to her buttocks he lifted her hips and surged deep into her, groaning with the intense pleasure as her tight sheath accepted his rigid length.
Kezzie cried out her pain and increased her attempts to wriggle free.
Fighting the urge to begin to withdraw and thrust again, he held her immobile with his weight. ‘Hold still my love. It will ease in just a few moments. I’m sorry I had to hurt you my sweet. You feel so exquisite. I’m Sorry. You are so beautiful, sugah. I’m sorry.’ He punctuated his apology with feathery kisses along her eyelashes, lapping up the moisture of her involuntary tears.
Kezzie registered the concern in his voice and immediately tried to comfort him, stroking her fingers on his cheeks. ‘It’s… O…kay. It’s getting… better.’ There was a pause as he claimed her mouth, pecking comfortingly at her lips. When they parted, forced to break off by the burning need for air, she wriggled experimentally. ‘It’s beginning to feel good. I need to move Ezra.’ She sounded confused.
‘Excellent. So do I. I’m going to withdraw slightly and then slip into you again. Let yourself go, Keziah, just feel as I make you mine.’ He lifted his hips, pulling out until he was barely there and then sank his cock deeply into her again. ‘You feel so good, Dahling, let me love you.’
She soon caught his rhythm and began to grind against him in counterpoint to his thrusts and he increased his pace, sinking into her incredibly tight softness over and over again. He buried his fingers in her hair and watched her face. The total, slack mouthed abandon was a look he would long remember. She gasped and groaned, writhing desperately towards a pinnacle she couldn’t see, only knowing she was following this glorious man to the peak of bliss.
He drove deeply into her body, bringing them both closer and closer to complete fulfilment. Their release came upon them simultaneously, the wooden rafters of the old barn ringing and trembling with the combined shouts of their exploding climaxes.
Ezra continued to thrust, riding out wave after wave of the immense power of his orgasm, until he collapsed over her, spent.
Kezzie came back to earth slowly, gradually becoming aware of Ezra’s warm palm stroking down her spine as she nestled against his shoulder. She raised her head and looked down at him.
‘Are you all right, Sugah?’ She nodded and blushed, making him chuckle.
‘Is it always like that?’ He shook his head.
‘Only if you do it right. We did it right.’ He grinned at her expression of satisfaction. ‘You were wonderful, my Dahling. We should make love as often as possible, what do you think?’
She kissed his cheek. ‘I like it. Can we do it again now?’
His mouth dropped open before he gathered his wits. His cock twitched and swelled in interest. ‘Not just yet Keziah. You will be a little tender for a few days. After the soreness eases, we can make love as frequently as we wish.’
‘A few days? I have to wait days?’ He laughed out loud at her incredulous disappointment, delighted with her enthusiasm to try it again. A wave of satisfaction settled over him that had nothing to do with having just experienced an incredible climax and everything to do with having fully pleasured his sexy little wife.
‘There are other ways to give each other fulfilment My Dahling, equally satisfying, but which won’t involve any pain despite your current condition.’
‘There are? Will you show me?’
‘You can count on it. For now, just rest.’ She nodded and settled in beside him, tight against his body and trailing soft fingers in small circles on his chest. He grabbed her teasing hand.
‘Cease and desist, wife, or you will have to face the consequences of arousing me again, regardless of how tender you are.’
She glanced down his body and noticed the previously flaccid cock reawakening. She held still and quickly drifted off to sleep, a drowsy smile of contentment plastered on her face.
Ezra cuddled her to him and gave in to the beckoning slumber.
Inside the house, after clearing the dishes and drinking a leisurely cup of coffee, Vin and Dancer were in the process of preparing to climb into bed when the unmistakable howls of sexual satisfaction drifted across the yard.
Vin chuckled and Dancer smiled at him. ‘I hope the Standishes are not the only couple to be pleasured tonight, husband.’ Dancer dropped her dress to the floor and stood looking at the Tracker with a wanton expression.
He growled and pounced on her, still fully clothed, tossing her into the middle of the freshly made bed.
‘Are you going to remove your clothes, Sky-in-his-eyes?’
‘Later baby.’ He unfastened his pants with one hand as he trailed the fingertips of his free hand up the insides of her thighs. She parted them obligingly, silently urging him to climb higher.
Freeing his erection, already fully engorged, he gripped her hips and pulled her towards him. Lifting her buttocks he slipped into her slick channel burying himself to the hilt. He was surprised she was already so wet for him. He had initiated no foreplay.
‘Dancer?’
’Mmmm?’ She was wriggling, looking to increase the friction. He pulled her up into his arms and reversed their positions. She was now straddling his lap, completely naked to his fully dressed and armed, impaled on the rigid pole of his cock. He lay back against the sheets and placed his folded hands behind his head.
‘Ya wanna go fer a ride on this dangerous armed Cowboy?’ His blue eyes twinkled at her as he threw her words from earlier in the day back at her. She took a full minute to register what he’d asked.
‘You want me to make love to you?’
‘Yep. Figure ya musta learned somethin’ by now. Show me.’
Angel grinned and leaned forward to catch his lips in a hot kiss. Her movement caused her to slide up his cock and she quickly sat again, embedding him within her.
Moving experimentally she eased up and down in gradually quickening thrusts. Vin fought to keep his eyes from rolling back at the sensation of her impaling herself on him repeatedly, watching as her breasts bounced gently with every move and her face took on a look of concentrated bliss. She kept her own eyes closed, her hands unbuttoning his shirt and running over his chest, as she followed the tune dictated by her body.
Vin gasped as she sank down particularly hard, changing her angle and grinding her hips in a tight circle, rubbing her core against his pubic bone. They both cried out hoarsely as the move triggered a sudden unexpected climax in both their bodies. Dancer collapsed over Vin’s heaving chest and nuzzled a flat nipple, riding out the little throbs and spurts of his twitching cock, still buried in her hot, wet depths.
‘I… have… ta … remember… that one!’ The Texan panted out as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her down to his side. He kissed her hair and relaxed against the pillows. He’d undress in a minute.
‘Vin?’
‘Mmmm?’
‘What was that?’
He chuckled. ‘I thought ya did a good job t’day talkin’ ta Kezzie. Ya knew we were outside didn’t ya?’ She nodded. ‘I decided right then ya deserved a reward. Reckoned, I’d give ya control over me t’night. Let ya do whatever ya wanted with me.’
She raised her head and looked at him, watching as he climbed out of bed and quickly stripped off his clothes. ‘Next time warn me will you? I have some definite plans for that delicious body and I need to be prepared.’
Vin was intrigued. ‘What plans?’ He lay back down and gathered her to him. He adjusted her position so her leg was thrown over both of his and her head was on his shoulder and she let him. Content to allow him to manipulate her however he wished.
‘You’ll have to wait and see won’t you? If I tell you I’ll need some soft lengths of rope, some sort of edible lubricant, a selection of feathers and some ripe peaches, will you let me make love to you again soon?’
The Tracker felt his penis swell with every husky word. He abruptly rolled her onto her back and took her nipple in his mouth sucking strongly and dragging his other hand up over her hip. He bit gently on her reddening peak making her cry out and arch towards him.
‘Oh yeah. Ya kin make love ta me again soon but ya’ll have ta earn it.’Mid Afternoon
Four Corners
Mary Travis shut the door of the Clarion and set off down the boardwalk, determined to talk some sense into that grouchy gunslinger. Glancing up the street she saw Ezra disappearing into the hotel with a young woman. Her reporter’s curiosity got the better of her and she followed, arriving in the hallway in time to see them disappear into an upstairs room. She took a seat in the dining room and waited, ordering coffee so as not to be too obvious. It was a full two hours before Ezra reappeared and she was unable to stop him disappearing quickly across the street to the saloon, too shocked by the sexually sated expression on his face as he adjusted his clothing as he passed her, completely oblivious to her presence.
Rising to her feet Mary climbed the stairs and knocked at the door the Gambler had so recently closed.
The girl she had seen him with earlier opened it from within. She was fully dressed, but for her hair, the riot of jet curls cascading in a bed-rumpled mass over the curve of her shoulders.
‘Darling, did you forget…’ She looked startled to see a smart blonde frowning at her disapprovingly. ‘Can I help you?’
‘Who are you?’
‘I beg your pardon?’ The much shorter, younger woman raised her chin defiantly.
‘Young Lady, and I use the term loosely; we do not need the moral fibre of our town, or indeed our peacekeepers, compromised by the likes of you. Take your business to the saloon, or better yet, out of Four Corners.’ With a final disgusted look, Mary turned on her heel and vanished. Kezzie gaped and slowly shut the door.
‘Well that was interesting.’ She muttered to herself as she arranged her hair. Ezra was treating all his friends to dinner in the Hotel in celebration of their nuptials and was planning to ask Josiah to hear the renewal of their vows. She had little time to prepare. She cast thoughts of the disagreeable blonde to the back of her mind as she set about making herself beautiful for Ezra.
‘What are we celebrating?’ Mary was still curious when Chris collected her for dinner two hours later.
‘Wait and see.’ He smiled enigmatically at her and tucked her hand into the crook of his arm.
‘This was Ezra’s idea?’
‘Yep.’
‘Oh.’
They were the last to arrive in the Hotel dining room, save for the Gambler himself. Mary had taken her seat when the door at the top of the stairs opened and Standish stepped out, turning to take the hand of the little dark haired whore. Mary bristled and Chris sent her a warning look. She set her lips together in a tight line.
Ezra and his companion arrived at the table and Josiah rose to his feet. ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr and Mrs Ezra Standish.’ Mary’s mouth dropped open and she felt her cheeks begin to burn. She watched as the couple were kissed and congratulated by the assembled guests.
‘She’s his wife?’ Her voice was loud and incredulous in an unexpected lull. She flushed again at the scrutiny she received from the entire group. ‘Since when?’ Her voice was challenging. Kezzie placed her hand on her husband’s arm, signalling that she wish him to remain silent. It was she who answered.
‘I married Ezra in Mississippi, Mrs Travis, six years ago.’ Her grey eyes were stormy. ‘As a kind and considerate husband, Ezra encouraged me to complete my education at a convent school before joining him in the West. I have since qualified as a teacher and am now free to rejoin my husband and continue our life together. Is a legal marriage of six years standing morally acceptable to you?’
The seven peacekeepers were wondering what the hell was going on. Ezra focused on Chris who shrugged. No doubt Mary had taken to her moral high ground again. It seemed Keziah Standish could fight her own battles and he conveyed as much to her husband with a slight shake of his head. The Gambler nodded.
Mary swallowed. ‘I apologise for my earlier erroneous assumptions. You are of course welcome in Four Corners, both as wife to one of our peacekeepers and as a schoolteacher. We have dire need of such.’ Kezzie accepted the weak apology, sure it was the only one she’d get. Her eyes softened and she held out her hand to shake the newspaperwoman’s own.
‘I am delighted to make your acquaintance. I believe you have a son who would be attending school…’
Larabee and Standish exchanged looks of amusement. Apparently their women had also got off on the wrong foot.
Later, tucked up in Ezra’s feather bed over the saloon, he demanded to know what had happened between his wife and Mary Travis.
Kezzie licked his nipple and blew coldly over the dampness. ‘S’over, let it go. Ezra?’
‘What?’
‘Haven’t you got another lesson in lovemaking to show me?’ She brushed her hand over his stirring groin. He rolled her onto her back.
‘Ah yes. I believe I do and since you are obviously not going to tell me what I want to know, I will have to show you other uses for that delightfully sinful little mouth.’
His words whispered tantalizingly over her skin from neck to hip as he slowly descended her body. He pushed her legs apart with his hands and lifted his head to smile at her over the twin mounds of her breasts. She was panting in anticipation. He licked his lips, slowly and then, keeping his eyes on her face, stuck out his pointed tongue and touched it to her nerve button. She tasted delicious and he lapped hungrily at her wetness, dipping his tongue repeatedly into her tender cavern before returning to the bright pulsing nub.
For her part Kezzi thought she’d die of shock when she realized what he meant to do. Nothing prepared her for the sweet delight of his wicked mouth as he continued to nuzzle and lick at her and she writhed and gasped in ecstasy. She had a fleeting thought that this must surely be illegal before she tumbled over the precipice and into the exquisite bliss of release.
Her husband was lying quietly beside her playing with her sensitive nipples when she regained her senses. She propped up on one elbow and cast her eyes down his body. His engorged cock was standing up, perpendicular to his body, huge in the shadows. She licked her lips and it twitched. Kezzie looked into his eyes. He was watching her.
‘Am I permitted to do that to you?’ He bit his lip and nodded, stifling the urge to throw her on her back and sink into her softness. She was still too sore.
She sat up on her knees and looked at him, running her gaze slowly over his body. Ezra closed his eyes, sure he would come just from watching her expression. He waited to see what she would do.
He should have kept them open. At least that way he would have been prepared when she placed an open mouthed kiss on the swollen tip of his penis. As it was he nearly shot his load in surprise. He managed to control it, with difficulty.
Kezzie lathed his length with her tongue, tugging on his balls and rolling them between her fingers. He groaned fighting not to thrust into her mouth and she smiled wickedly. She lifted her head and blew over the soft wet skin covering the steely hardness of his erection. A pearly drop of pre-cum appeared and she looked at it, uncertainly. ‘Ezra?’
‘Yes?’ He was breathless, beads of sweat standing on his forehead.
‘What do I do when it leaks?’
Ezra snorted in amusement.
She was so Goddamned innocent.
She was painfully, Goddamned innocent.
But she was also HIS Goddamned innocent.
‘Spit or swallow, both are acceptable alternatives.’ He held his breath.
She considered this for a moment. Leaning forward again she licked at the moisture, running it over her tongue to explore the taste. Salty, slightly bitter, but quite appealing. Having determined her course of action she took him back into her mouth.
Ezra fought long and hard to keep control but eventually he felt it slipping away into the knot of heat poised at the base of his cock. Feeling the pressure beginning to uncoil at the bottom of his spine and his balls draw up and tighten, he tried to warn her, tugging her hair to get her to back off. She pushed his hands away and sucked harder.
‘Kezzie!’ Her name was shouted at the moment of his climax. White lights danced brightly behind his eyes and he was oblivious to everything but the rush of fire shooting and ricocheting around under his skin.
Kezzie lapped desperately at the salty essence of her husband, sucking and licking until he was completely empty. She allowed his softening cock to slip from her mouth and looked up into his glowing green eyes.
‘You didn’t have to…’ His voice trailed away as she swiped her fingers over the glistening trails of cum on her chin and sucked them into her mouth. He watched her licking the sticky digits clean with a pink tongue. She looked like a rumpled, satisfied black kitten. She smacked her lips.
‘Delicious. Thank you, my Darling, for introducing me to the creamy delights of ‘Sauce A La Ezra’!’
Laughing in relief, Ezra swept her up against his chest and kissed her. He looked down into her eyes.
‘Keziah, you are a constant delight. I love you.’
She smiled back at him, pleased that her husband was pleased with her. ‘I love you too Ezra P. You called me Kezzie before.’
‘Perhaps. I must have been driven beyond sanity. Making love with you appears to have that effect on me!’The End
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