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For fifteen long minutes Vin had remained face down on the mattresses, the desire he felt deep in his body had subsided, but only enough to slow his heartbeat slightly. He glanced at Chris and Cass in the low lighting, still a little amazed at what he had just witnessed. Running his fingers slowly threw his hair the sharpshooter search for a distraction. His eyes finally focused on the flames, as they danced around.Wilmington wasn't having as much luck as his younger friend. Burning need he'd had plenty of practice restraining, but the desire for attention was slowly gaining the upper hand in the battle for control. He pushed his hips into the mattress again; still hoping the contact would afford him some small amount of relief.
Inches away, a deep purposeful breath escaped Cassandra's lungs as she tried to stretch under Larabee's weight.
The blond lifted his head from her chest and leaned up to kiss her again. "How ya doing?" he asked quietly.
As her eyes opened to see his beautiful relaxed smile, the lady couldn't help but lick at her lips. The absolute relaxation she felt was so completely overwhelming. "I'm good," she whispered in reply.
Chris grinned. "Yep… you are…"
Cassie smirked. "Not so bad yourself," her eyes batted at him coyly.
Sated and happy, Larabee lifted his weight gently and slid down beside her. Slowly he sat up and glanced around.
"Looking for this," Wilmington tossed the green hand towel at his friend.
The blond cocked his head knowingly, nodded his thanks, and proceeded to clean up a little.
Another contented sigh escaped Cassie’s lips and she stretched. Hands spread high above her head again, her eyes closed as she completed the exaggerated movement. As the towel landed on her belly, she reached down to tuck it between her legs.
Smiling at his lover, Larabee settled back to the mattress and closed his eyes.
The afterglow far from gone, the lady's sleepy eyes looked off in Tanner's direction. She could see him, hand buried in his beautiful hair, and Cass puzzled what the shy young man must be thinking right now. She grinned, knowing things between them were never like this. Vin was probably in shock...
As the amusement began to fade, the woman glanced off in the other direction. She couldn't see the rogue's eyes either but there wasn't any doubt as to what he was thinking. The tensed muscles of his bottom were like a neon sign.
Chris stirred at the movement and watched Cassandra sit up, clean up and crawl the short distance to his oldest friend. Once more, Larabee smiled then settled into his contentment.
First came a gentle kiss at his elbow… another on his biceps and on to the strong shoulders. When Buck glanced up into her eyes, Cassie wasted little time in claiming his lips. The embrace was gentle at first, but then a natural urge took over.
Wilmington pulled her down towards him with unparalleled desire. They continued to kiss as his arms tried to move her close, rolling slightly as he influenced her compliance. When she broke for air, he nuzzled her windpipe, his tongue working magic, bringing multiple sensations back to life.
"Whoa there, big boy," she pulled back from him.
Completing the roll to his side, the rogue looked questioningly into his eyes. "You came all the way over here ta make me slow down?" he mused. "
Cassandra smirked and shook her head, No!
Buck looked at her seriously. "Just say the word, Cass. You had enough…"
She shook her head again. "I came over here, didn't I?" she purred. "And… I don't really want you to slow down."
"Well, good," Wilmington pulled her closer. "’Cause I don't wanna slow down, Darlin’. You know that… you know me too well."
She smiled seductively. "I do," she pushed him onto his back. "But, I also know how to make you slow down." One hand reached down to squeeze his rock hard member as she leaned in to tease his lips with hers.
"What you have in mind?"
"As though you need to ask," she answered. Without releasing her hold on his penis, she moved lower on his body and straddled his legs.
Buck's hands drifted to her thighs and massaged gently as she rubbed his aching cock against her wetness. For several, long second he watched her eyes. They seemed to sparkle with mischief and burn with passion all at once. "Don't know how much more teasing I can take," he spoke quietly.
The grin said it all. With one quick movement, Cass lifted her body high enough to rest the head of his penis at her opening. Their eyes met, almost in a dare. "Then, I won’t tease… anymore," she cooed. And with that, and at a pace slower than trickling molasses, the lady carefully let her body envelop his waiting cock.
Across the mattresses, Tanner heard a much deeper growl than he'd noticed all evening. It was a man's explicitly anguished moan and the sharpshooter instinctively glanced up to see Cassie straddling Wilmington's legs. Her head was hung back and her face expressed the exquisite mixture of overpowering sensation and indescribable urges. As he watched, Vin saw her slowly lean forward and kiss the rogue. The embrace was so tender and unabashed, one that Tanner knew all too well. For a moment, Vin was mesmerized again. He could see Buck's fingers trace the lines of Cassandra’s hips, all the way up her back to her shoulder. The sharp eyes followed as the strong hands moved back down the arms to once more find her folded knees. The movement was so gentle and caring... nothing rushed or eager, no insistence… only pure loving.
Cassie's eyes opened as she assumed a sitting position. Her tongue appeared at the edge of her lips as her blue pools closed and she slowly began to rock on the cock buried deep within her. The motion was gentle and playful, their bodies feeling the movement, and slowly awakening to greater pleasures. The ultimate tease… but that didn't matter right now… Her hands rested gently on Buck’s chest; playing softly with the hairs.
The rogue’s strong digits carefully wandered her hips… both partners accepting the purposeful, complacent climb.
And all Vin could do was smile. This he'd seen before… in the times when both, or either were spent, yet they just couldn't relinquish the burning passion that lovemaking can bring out in those who truly understand the bounty their bodies can bestow. Contact, gentle, never pressing... touches purposeful and consistent, awaiting the rebirth of passion.
Hiding the smirk on his lips, the sharpshooter breathed a deep sigh as he once again turned to watch the dancing flames.
"You sure do like ta ride," Wilmington whispered.
Cassandra’s lips slowly curled into a grin as her motion ceased. "With so many beautiful creatures… and so many wonderful places to go… what girl wouldn’t enjoy the ride?"
Buck’s head rose and beckoned her lips to his. When Cassie complied, he drove his tongue in deep, pulling her as close as he possibly could. The embrace lasted countless seconds as the spark burning within them burst into open flame.
Driving her hips into the rogue’s groin, Cass pulled away from their kiss quickly. It was all she could do to breathe as the gyrating motion of her lower body resumed with a more insistent tempo. "You wouldn’t be trying to distract me… would you now?" she cooed.
As his fingers ‘walked’ their way up her abdomen, Wilmington shook his head, denying all implications… spoken, or otherwise. "Girl, I have NO idea what you’re talkin’ about," he feigned innocence. All the while, nimble hands had taken her breasts and held them gently as fingertips caressed engorging nipples.
Cassie found a rhythm and stuck to it for several long minutes. Her torso remained rigid as she allowed her lower body to absorb every sensation it was being given. Each arc pulled Buck from her depths and then propelled him back again. Each successive stroke seemed just a tiny bit more insistent… each downward motion, just a little harder.
Relinquishing their kneading, Cassandra’s hands left his chest and quickly traveled along his arms to join his hands at her breasts. Buck smiled knowingly as her fingers joined his, urging the manipulation of taut nipples. "You likin’ that, Darlin’?" he asked, not really expecting an answer. He didn’t get one either…not in words, anyway. And, as to whether the increased tweaking motion could be considered a reply… well, the ladies’ man took it as the only one he would receive.
Wilmington responded as the silent request had asked. He pulled at each pert bud purposefully, knowing just the right balance of tender touch and serious stimulation. He understood Cass enjoyed the strength of his touch as she approached her zenith. The strong motion between their heated bodies confirmed his suspicions. Her exaggerated drive could only mean that her time was nearing and for that, the rogue was thankful. He knew, too well, that this activity was having serious repercussions on his own body but he wanted to see her experience orgasm before he allowed his own to happen.
Cassie’s eyes widened as a small whimper escaped her lips. She pushed Buck’s hands from her breasts and fell forward. The thrust of her hips intensified wildly as she pressed her body into him… and him into her. The waves of sensation that shot through her were smaller than she’d experience previously this evening, but no less delightful… and certainly, no less gratifying.
Wilmington gathered Cassandra in his arms and leaned down enough to scoop a nipple in his mouth. His tongue flicked it playfully while his fingers took up position on the other breast. With the exception of raising his legs slightly, the rogue made no other movements, allowing his lady free reign to ride out her pleasure.
Some time passed before her motion completely stopped. One last forceful grinding gesture saw the lady settle to her man’s chest.
Having returned his hands to her hips after the first waves had subsided, Buck cuddled her as she came to him. "Just a little one," he whispered. "You wouldn’t be holdin’ out on me, now would ya?"
Taking a deep breath, her face was painted in mischief as she rose on one elbow to look into his deep blue eyes. A lazy finger came up to trace the outline of his lips, "Thought I’d leave the hard work to you," she whispered seductively. A knee lifted just high enough to allow a cool breeze between their hot skin.
That famous Wilmington ‘snicker’ sounded as the ladies’ man tried to hide his grin. "Darlin’, the way you got me feelin’ right now…. You may just regret that…"
Cassie sat up slowly and preceded to ‘dismount’, her eyes never left the man, her tongue never left the edge of her lips. "Is that right?" she mocked, "well, why don’t you just come and show me, Stud."
A few feet away, Larabee’s ears perked up at the sound of a familiar word. He smirked as his eyes opened to see Cass kneeling on all fours. His oldest friend was gaining his knees, presumably to do ‘something’ about the erection standing proudly between his legs. Chris glanced over to where Tanner rested and notice that the younger man was watching too. The blond cocked his head and raised his eyebrows in amusement.
The sharpshooter acknowledged his boss’s motion with a quick nod. Fingers again pawed Tanner's scalp as Chris crawled closer. Together they sighed as they watched, and then looked away.
"She’s still at it," Chris spoke quietly.
"That can’t surprise ya?"
Larabee’s eyes met Vin's and, for a moment, they just stared. "No… not really," the older man finally admitted. "Not very often I meet an equal... But when it comes to sexual appetite…"
A giggle drew the men’s attention and they turned their heads to see Buck nibbling his way up Cassandra’s back.
"Reckon she had cocktails and appetizers," Vin said quizzically. "You think this is the main course?"
Chris huffed loudly and quickly stifled the outburst as both men turned back to the fire. They were silent for a moment, hoping they hadn’t caused any serious interruption.
Wiping a hand over his mouth, the blond's eyes drifted casually before raising his meet those of his best friend. "You planning on serving any dessert?" his eyebrows rose questioningly. "Seems to me you could… oblige…"
Tanner failed miserably to hide his embarrassment, but he wasn’t at all sure how much he wanted to conceal his growing ‘need’.
"What you reckon those two are talkin’ about," Wilmington whispered in Cassie’s ear as he drew her up to him. Hands wrapped tightly around her breasts, he pressed her back into his chest, his hardened cock trapped between their bodies.
Turning enough to press her lips to his, Cassandra kissed him, nipping at his bottom lip as the embrace ended. "Always got your nose in other people’s business, don’t ya, Buck?" she teased. "Why don’t you just concentrate on putting things where they belong… instead of where they don’t." A coy smile disappeared as the lady resumed her prone position, pushing her rear into the unmistakable hardness.
As he drew his fingers sharply down her back, the rogue smirked. "Yes, ma’am," he acknowledged his ordered. One hand took hold of his organ as he searched out the wetness of her folds. A soft moan signaled he was on target and Buck needed no further urging to drive himself home.
Both partners let out a contented moan as the ladies’ man gave three more quick thrusts to adjust their bodies to the new position. Buried to the hilt he carefully rubbed Cassie’s back. "I got a hankerin’ ta put some energy into this," he soothed her back gently. Reaching under her body he tickled each breast in turn before the hand traveled between her legs. Rubbing Cassandra’s clit gently, he smiled when she pushed back against him. "Umm," he groaned, "does that mean you got a hankerin’, too, Darlin’?"
"Too?" she responded playfully. "Well, honey… two sounds about right," she pushed back against his cock again. "One… quit your blabbering and fooling around."
Wilmington smirked as she removed his hand from underneath her and placed it on her hips.
"Two…" she lowered her chest to the mattress surface, "get to using that cock to ‘both’ our advantages."
"So, you ‘were’ holdin’ out on me," the rogue adjusted himself and pulled her bottom up high. He knew all to well, that when Cass was aroused, and looking for more, she liked the angle of penetration to be downward enough to stimulate her G-spot. Any man who claimed to love the ladies as much as Buck, would have to know that this special ‘spot’ swelled when a woman was ‘inspired’ to find satisfaction.
"Could have sworn I told you to shut up," Cassandra growled insistently. Pulling her hips away, she pushed them back with just as much assertion.
Licking his lips, the rogue nodded, "Yep… somethin’ like that." And without further hesitation his began a slow rhythmic movement, drawing his cock out faster than he propelled it in. Each time he jerked out, Buck felt the rush of cool air on moist skin and the lack of contact made him yearn to go back. The returning movement was done painfully slow, the warmth gradually overtaking his senses, the renewed, 'encircling' contact making him crave more of the same.
Several long minutes passed as the ladies’ man ‘teased’ Cass with this ‘reverse fuck’ technique. She growled her displeasure but Wilmington made no sign of changing his pace. He knew she was happy. She moaned appreciatively as each slow, downward thrust rubbed her in just the right way. With her eyes closed tightly, the woman tried to sink lower on the mattress, increasing the angle of penetration, yet again. "Damn it, Buck," she hissed. "Thought you were looking for a little… relief."
There was a moment of silence before the grunted reply came, "Oh… I’m… gettin’ to it," he grinned.
"Well, get to it a little faster," Cass growled, adamantly forcing herself against his rock hard cock as he withdrew it.
Pulling back and copying her motion, the rogue bit on his bottom lip, "Well… If you're gonna be pushy about it," he propelled his groin against her. "Guess I’m gonna just have ta grant your request." Remaining within her body, Buck moved his legs to the outside of hers, allowing for a greater angle and harder thrust. Setting a new rhythm, he opted to use quick strong, forceful movements on both his inward and outward strokes.
The lady’s eyes closed as she relaxed into the strength of his pumping, accepting each forceful plunge willingly and allowing the strong, hard motion to send shockwaves of unique pleasure through her body. "Oh… Buck."
"Shhh, Darlin’," the rogue insisted. The smile on his face quickly disappeared as he concentrated on movements that were slowly growing in force and strength. Large hands increased their hold on her hips and dark blue eyes slowly closed, allowing all remaining senses to take control.
Listening to the quiet moans of pleasure, Tanner shook his head before sighing heavily. "Least when you was doin’ it… we were all involved."
Having reclined again, Chris smiled in the contented afterglow his body was still basking in. "Been well over an hour since Cass gave you that… blow job," he hesitated playfully on the use of the words. "Your body was still… recovering…" he paused again. "When I was…"
"Doin’ it…"
The blond glanced at his younger friend and smiled. "As nice as the oral stuff is…"
Vin concurred with a resounding nod, "there just ain’t nothin’ like… doin’ it…" he laughed quietly.
A loud moan from a short distance away made both men grin. "Yep," they agreed in unison.
"Ooh," Cassandra whimpered into the mattresses, her face balled up in the throws of exquisite sensations.
Wilmington grunted his own ‘Ah ha’ as he thrust heavily into the waiting body. Sweaty fingers kneaded hot skin and the rogue was quiet obviously lost in the oblivion that he was creating. Both partners graciously content, yet urging continued movement from each other. Minutes stretched by far too quickly and the pace began to show results.
Cass turned her head from one side to the other. "Harder, Buck… Harder… Fuck me," the last words were spoken in a high pitch squeal as she moved her legs closer together.
"That…" the ladies’ man panted, "I… can… do…" He adjusted his legs on either side of her body and pushed deeper.
Several more successive, quick hard thrusts sent Cassandra over the edge. Fingers dug madly at the mattress covers as she pulled her head in and let out a low growl, "Ooh, yes," she squealed. The tone turned to a high-pitched whimper as she drew her hands inward and forced herself back to all fours. "Fuck me," she begged quietly, pushing back against the insistent thrusts that complied willingly with her wishes.
Hearing and seeing his lover attain the ultimate climax urged Buck on. He could sense the pulsing muscles that held him tightly and he wanted nothing more than to release the tightness he felt pooled within him. He gripped forcefully and pulled Cass against him, effectively exaggerating his movements but ultimately causing his climb to excel, each long, deep thrust taking him one step closer towards the pinnacle of pleasure.
And it came within seconds, causing Wilmington to let out a loud groan as his thrusts became short, sporadic movements. He held his breath as the thrusts resumed quickly, milking the seed from the depths of his body.
A strong sigh sounded from both partners as their breath was finally allowed to resume. The motion of their bodies slowed, yet did not cease until they had completed the return journey.
Buck’s fingers flexed and massaged taut muscles. Still held within her body, he stretched long arms along her torso and eased the blood flow back to where it belonged.
Cassandra’s eyes were still closed as she let out an appreciative moan. Rocking her head from side to side, she curled against the rogue’s touch, tucking her head down.
The ladies’ man smiled at Cassie’s reaction. He held his ground, allowing the pulsing of the bodies to lull them both. And when she finally settled to the mattresses, Buck moved with her, not wanting to relinquish the warmth they had created together. Resting his head against hers, he reached out and kissed her cheek. "Damn," he whispered.
A small smile appeared on her lips…
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For more than half an hour, Vin sat in solitude.
Oh, he was by no means alone, but he certainly felt that way right now.
Glancing at the three other occupants of the small cabin, the sharpshooter couldn't help but shake his head quizzically. Buck and Cass had finally found their own sleeping spots when the rogue had come back to earth enough to give up his perched position. Slipping down beside the sated woman, he had cleaned up a little and tucked the small green towel safely between her legs. With a deep sigh, both had settled into a much-needed slumber, the ladies’ man snuggled against the curl of Cassandra’s back.
It was about that time that Chris had raised an understanding eyebrow, "Wore me out just watching," he’d commented. The blond wasn’t at all unaware of the predicament that Tanner found himself in, "Sure am glad I had mine before… or I’d be feeling the same way you are, about now."
Vin moved his arms enough to cover a blatant erection. "I’m fine," he’d lied.
Larabee didn’t buy it at all. "Pard… I’m gonna leave you alone… so you can convince yourself of that."
Tanner had forced a smile as his best friend nodded and crawled back to the middle of the mattresses. He watched Chris kiss Cassie’s forehead before settling. One last supportive grin in Vin’s direction and Larabee too, had drifted off to oblivion.
With only flames for company, the sharpshooter had wrestled with several ideas on how to ‘convince’ his ‘predicament’ to go away. He knew, too well, that mind control wasn’t going to help any more. There was no doubt left… He was horny as hell! And, after witnessing the things he had this evening, what red-blooded male wouldn’t be? No! No doubt at all that Vin needed physical relief. But, just how does your average shy guy do that in a room full of people. Okay, so they looked like they were sleeping… and he could turn his back… The whole idea just hadn’t sat well with Vin at all
The other option that had crossed his mind was simply to go over to his lady and… well, make love to her. The idea was still stuck in Tanner’s brain as he looked at the beautiful, peaceful image lying a few feet away. She was just so content… he couldn’t do it… no matter how deep his desire for her; Vin just couldn’t bring himself to awaken his lady from the welcomed respite she had found.
Sighing heavily in defeat, the sharpshooter leaned forward to place the guard across the mouth of the fireplace. Looking down at his unrelenting erection, he grinned, shaking his head all the while, still only partially accepting his decision to try to go to sleep. Maybe, if his mind wandered enough… he could find escape in his dreams.
Making his way to the other occupants of the large ‘bed’, Tanner knelt down beside Cassie, and copying Larabee’s gesture, he leaned in to kiss her forehead. Finding pleasure in her smile, Vin carefully settled down beside her to search for his own sleep.
It didn't take long before he knew he’d made the wrong decision. Petite arms reached out to touch him. She was still obviously asleep, but like anyone who moves in the middle of the night, her movements were controlled, no matter how involuntary. As practiced fingertips made their way through his locks, Tanner tried desperately not to react to her touch. Part of him wanted to, but he was still determined to control his desires. "Go back to sleep," he whispered, pulling her hand from his cheek. Kissing it gently, he eased the wayward appendage back to her body, "Shh," he urged.
Seeing her facial expression slowly relax, Vin decided he should put some distance between them. Carefully, he rolled over and edged away. He stopped quickly as Cassandra followed him across the mattress. Quiet ensued as the sharpshooter patiently waited a few more minutes before trying again. The inches he gained this time were quickly lost as a lonely lady found a warm comforting body to rest against. Eyes rolled back in Tanner’s sockets as he gave in to her quest for companionship… Maybe I don’t need ta sleep he mused wistfully.
The rhythm of Cassie’s breathing never changed the whole time its warmth taunted the back of Vin's neck. Barely five minutes had passed before a lazy arm slid around his hip and hung listlessly across his belly. The sharpshooter sucked in his bottom lip, hoping the hand would drift no lower. His silent prayer was answered as the soft caress of mindless fingers traveled up and settling on his chest.
Eyes balled up tightly and Tanner found himself wishing he’d stayed by the fire to settle his own ‘dilemma’. This was driving him insane… the ultimate test for anybody who claimed to be a gentleman!
He froze as magical fingers stretched aimlessly and touched his nipple. Time stood still… Believing her unconscious mind had not registered the hardened bud; Vin began to breathe again. The simple movement proved wrong when multiple fingertips began to tease the hardened bud, gently at first, then with more effort.
As completely sated, as she was, Cassandra’s blurred mind slowly began to record the information being fed to it by her senses. She could smell the sharpshooter each time she breathed. The unmistakable scent of a man who appreciated the simple things…no perfumed soaps or ‘ingredient filled’ shampoos… and that hair… she could feel the whispers of its length as she curled tighter into him, inching her body against his to fully appreciate the lean, muscular form and well-defined stature.
Vin cringed as an exploring hand moved lower on his body. He quickly locked his fingers around hers, hoping for distraction. "Shh," he whispered again. Drawing the hand to his lips, he kissed it gently.
Her subconscious recognized the tenderness of this flesh and Cass wiggled her hand loose so that she could continue her roving. A single digit emerged from the rest to outline the pout. She pawed gently on the bottom lip and gained access. A tongue instinctively greeted the finger and the lady gained another level of consciousness… urged ever forward by awakening desire.
If he could have, Vin would have slapped himself… place one palm firmly and quickly in the center of his forehead and confirmed over and over again… ‘Stupid, stupid, stupid’… He couldn’t believe he’d opened his mouth and sucked in her finger. "Shh," he urged again as he gently pulled the digit from his lips. "Go back to sleep."
A soft moan accompanied Cassie’s snuggle. She couldn’t really get any closer than she was but her semi-conscious thoughts didn’t really register that fact. She nuzzled her nose through wavy hair and kissed Tanner’s shoulder when she discovered it hidden beneath. The hand wrapped around his strong body, caressed the chest hairs, and teased the nipples. "Vin," she whispered sensually.
His eyes grew wide with realization. She was slowly gaining consciousness and, as desperately as he wanted that, Vin knew she needed to rest. Taking her wandering fingers in his hand, the sharpshooter tried again to quiet her roaming. "Go to sleep, Cass," he squeezed the fingers lightly.
A long sigh sounded as a small battle happened in the confines of two palms. The lady didn’t want to capitulate, even if she wasn’t fully aware of the reason why. But, with each passing second, Cassandra edged closer to awareness. The words, preceded by a deep sultry moan, finally announced the fact that she was no longer in slumber, "Maybe, I don’t want to sleep."
Tanner took in a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. "Well, maybe, I want to," he countered.
Cassie stopped her movement; a knowing smile crept across her lips as her eyes slowly opened. "You’re the biggest liar in this room if you’re sticking with that story," she spoke quietly.
"Second only to you… if ya try’n ‘a convince me ya don’t wanna sleep some more."
Propping herself on one elbow, Cass leaned in to nibble Tanner’s ear. "Your heart’s racing, Vin. You’re breathing funny, too."
Silence. And, then, "Don’t mean nothin’."
"To me… it does," she answered slowly. Moving further over the sharpshooter’s shoulder, she leaned in to kiss his cheek. Her eyes glanced down the magnificence of his body and a grin broached her lips. "So, does that!" she cooed, exaggerating the ‘looking’ motion so Vin understood what she had noticed.
Curling his hips away from her, Tanner huffed. "That don’t mean nothin’ neither."
Cassandra’s fingers made small circular motions as her hand slowly moved down Vin’s stomach. She sighed heavily, the desire in her soul oozing out with the word, "Does it mean… you can’t make passionate love to your lady…" she asked shamelessly.
Vin could be the gentlest lover she had ever known. She was sated… fulfilled by the night of passion and lust that she had experienced, thus far. Yet, there was room for more. A realm for the beautiful Texan that only he knew how to conquer. A place he could always take them… where the art of making love was understood so profoundly. Cassandra's voice conveyed all that she desired; "The way she likes to be made love to… when a night of carnal pleasure has exhausted her so completely… that all she wants now… is tender loving…"
Vin listened to the words and the events of the entire day rushed through his head like a whirlwind…
You been teasing the three of us for far too long now, Cass. We told you before... You got 'a choose...What do I expect the other two to do? … Join in!
You are all… special to me, Vin… Each of you brings out something special in me… Something special that I only show the one I'm with…
You tryin' ta tell me you can't choose because… we all give you somethin' different. And, you wanna show us that… by bein' with all of us at once…?
Something different! The idea repeated in Tanner's mind.
You boys ain't never heard that before?Once she's comfortable, you just slide yourself underneath
Hard and fast!
Oh… now, that… I can do.
That surprise ya?
No… not really. Not very often I meet an equal... But, when it comes to sexual appetite… Reckon she had cocktails and appetizers. You think this is the main course?
You planning on serving any dessert? Seems to me you could… oblige…
Tanner’s expression changed slowly as his mind put all the pieces together. All different… all special… he recalled again. As different as her needs… Vin couldn't stop the grin from forming. He'd always known Cassie was a sexual creature. She genuinely loved all aspects of 'doing it!' … Yet, only now was he realizing how truly varied her desires were.
Tonight had given him that. Shown him her seductive playful side… Sure, he'd seen her like that when they were together, but nothing as beguiling as this evening. And, the wild, needy Cass… Tanner was completely sure he'd never had the pleasure. He smiled just thinking about all that he had witnessed, and, the lady who had unveiled her soul…
Special, he closed his eyes. As special as she is… that simple deduction made him grin. Cassandra was indeed a woman of many hidden talents, and clearly, up until now, varying, shrouded needs…
Yet, as he turned to face his lady, the wonder in his eyes belied the truth he had realized in those few, brief seconds. Through all that he had experience tonight, there was most certainly a place for him. A desire that perhaps, only he could fulfill, and, truthfully, he was more than willing to grant her request. Not simply for the physical reasons, but a purpose more alluring and basic… He needed her to complete him... "I ever tell you…"
"Don’t," she cut him off quickly, fingertips covering his lips.
Matching blue eyes searched one another’s, reaching deep into their souls.
Removing her hand slowly, Cassie smiled, "Don’t say anything, Vin. Just…" Searching him for any sign of doubt, the lady nodded gently when she saw none. "Make love with me," she begged sensually, sealing the request with the softness of her lips upon his.
‘The most beautiful words in the English language’ the sharpshooter thought to himself. He never questioned that she meant every syllable. Vin knew he couldn't resist temptation with her sincerity echoing in his ears. The grin that curled the edge of his lips was visible to no one but the person it was intended for and Tanner gave it freely as his reply. Inching closer to the lips that had pecked his delicately, he wasted little time in responding with his own subtle kiss.
Tenderness reigned supreme as mouths melded and twirled around each other in a dance unequaled. A strange hunger was ever present, yet, never consuming in its quest. Even as tongues gained a strange partnership with their supple allies, the desires never erupted beyond controlled fervor.
Cassandra suddenly pulled away from the sharpshooter, the warmth of their breath mingled unfettered between their lustful eyes. Several uninhibited seconds passed as each lover searched the other’s façade for purposeful intent.
Finding the answer he sought, Tanner’s lips pursued his lady’s once more. He reveled in the acceptance she gave him, taking his wandering tongue deep into her mouth and enveloping his lips with hers. Wrapping his arms around her shoulders, Vin eased her down, never once, breaking the contact they enjoyed so completely.
The lady wiggled her arm under his body and pulled him closer. The free arm nestled up into his locks, the fingers playfully urging his wantonness to greater heights.
Again, the hand beneath him struggled to find release, and as he shifted his weight, it traced a direct path to his buttocks, kneading gently on the taut mounds. "Oh, Vin…" The haunting call sounded as his lips drove deep into the curve of her neck. Cassie urged his weight onto her with one hand, the other slowly massaged the sharpshooters scalp, and pleading his tongue to ‘never stop' it's probing.
The words were barely audible when they came, "Not yet," he whispered into her ear, his tongue quickly followed, lightly tracing the edge…
Cassandra’s eyes fluttered closed as the agile lips nibbled then returned to tease the nape of her neck. She pawed helplessly at his hair, finally relinquishing the strong muscles of his butt so that both hands could ‘play’ in Tanner’s mane. God! She loved his defining feature. He just wouldn’t be Vin without his locks.
Tanner’s eyes rolled back in his sockets as he felt her hands meet in the lengths of his hair. The way she manipulated his head drove him crazy. Thoughts of her massaging other areas of his body heated his frenzied drive; yet, he took in much needed cool air to control those impulses. Once again his lips found hers and they shared love between hot breaths, each wanton in need and unbridled in longing.
"Vin…" she whispered into his mouth. Slowly, her eyes opened to peer into his. The compliance and consent were more than she could have asked for, the kiss that resulted, more devastating than any yet exchanged.
The sharpshooter was reeling from multiple sensations, as a new one became brazenly obvious. Cassie’s hands had left his head and were snaking their way down his back, pausing as they journeyed, to squeeze and press each new muscle group they encountered. Finally reaching his backside again, she pulled his pelvis towards her hips, demanding, this time, that he bring his weight onto her.
Cass felt him move and she gave up his mouth as he rose above her. She parted her legs as he edged between them, accepting his body as it settled to hers. Sky blue orbs held each other, yet again. So many words exchanged in the silence of a piercing gaze, yet, those who delve in explicit communication, understand the dialect so easily.
Cassandra and Vin spoke this language more clearly than most…
Tanner pushed his hardness into the moisture he felt beneath him and his devastating grin grew as she parted her legs more, allowing him access. His head shook slowly, "Not yet," he whispered.
Cass accepted without question, knowing that the time would come, only when it was right for them both.
Or… when they could resist no longer…
A heavy sigh from the sharpshooter betrayed his own resolve. He smiled for her again before leaning down to regain the lips he had allowed to leave him. The kiss was no more than a peck, tongues darting out to entwine before the engorged flesh melded completely.
As Vin’s lips nibbled their way out to the edge of her chin, Cassie raised it high, allowing her lungs to take in much needed air. The curl of her own mouth broadened as the other made its way down her esophagus, venturing first right, then left, to plant appreciative kisses along each slender collar bone. As the wetness of his lips traveled lower on her chest, Cass found her hands drifting to Tanner’s hair. The insistence of her scalp massage resumed as a puckered mouth found a waiting nipple.
Encircling the pert bud with his tongue, the sharpshooter blew warm breath across the wet track he had just laid down. The contradictory sensations caused the nipple to engorge before his eyes and Vin was more than content with the results. He opened his mouth wide, careful not to touch the bud as he engulfed the aureole. He waited countless seconds, allowing the rich temperature of his mouth to heat the nipple before he flicked it with his anxious tongue.
Cassandra’s eyes fluttered closed and fingers meshed with multiple strands of Tanner’s hair. The soft moan that escaped her lungs was hot with passion, burning with desire for the man who took her to these great heights.
Vin could only smile at her indebted groan. This one he knew too well. A deep plea for continued ecstasy or perhaps, a solicitation of compliance, of unspoken demands and unattained limits not yet reached.
A man could go crazy contemplating the translation of a sated cry or heated moan.
All Vin knew… all he ever wanted to know… was contained in the sensual outpouring of sight and sound that lay before him now. He could do nothing to stop its reception… nor did he care to try.
Feeling Tanner duplicate his previous efforts on her other nipple, Cassie allowed one hand to settle to the other side of her chest. Her fingers slowly merged with Vin’s as he gently rolled the other bud within his grasp. Both partners enjoying the perception of coupled foreplay.
For a time, the sharpshooter concentrated his attentions on her breasts. Cass helped too, tweaking the nipples gently and urging them upward to his waiting lips or tongue.
Taking one or the other completely in his mouth, Vin sucked on them tenderly, grinding his pelvis into hers as her hips rose in their valiant attempts to quell the burning need growing steadily within her depths.
Her passionate whimpers were silenced as Tanner moved quickly to envelop her lips once more. Her hands too, released her breasts, and moved instantly to pull his mouth to hers. Her fingers, yet again, buried comfortingly in his hair. The kiss they shared this time was dangerously brazen, bordering on lecherous in its intensity, yet somehow, still tender to the touch.
Cassandra was now burning with a desire more heated and insistent than any that evening. She carefully wrapped her legs around his, allowing him full access to the wetness of her folds.
No words were exchanged, save those communicated with their eyes alone. The acceptance and knowledge of understanding so freely offered in the emotion that only the windows to the soul could convey. Vin lean down to snag her bottom lip with his teeth…
Cass, in turn, pulled his upper lip between her jaws as he slipped his penis gradually into her. The journey so agonizingly slow that bated breath ceased in the endless seconds it took him to complete it. When Cassandra finally released Tanner’s mouth, a soft, thankful, yet gratifying whimper was discharged from her own.
Releasing her lip, Vin sucked in much need breath and tucked his chin deep to rest his forehead on her mouth. He smiled when she kissed him softly, yet neither partner moved for several long minutes. They simply reveled in the feelings visiting their joined fleshed. Enjoyed the tingling that sparked each nerve ending into full life, warning the tissues of rapture yet to be endured… and savored.
As his breath slowed back to its irregular rhythm, Cassie allowed her legs to settle back to the mattresses. She returned the shy smile as he once more lifted his head to meet her gaze. In unison, their chins nodded ever so slowly, and Vin pulled his weight up, allowing his engorged manhood to retreat from her depths. Resting slightly above her, Vin eased himself back to whence he had come.
Her eyes never left the blue that penetrated her soul, the blue that matched her own in its fevered want. Cassandra’s own pools urged the piercing gaze on, a tiny smile embellishing her lips as his eyelids fluttered at the intense sensation.
Tanner’s purposeful strokes were steady and slow, allowing both bodies time to devour the coupling, one thrust at a time. Still, their eyes never wavered.
Slow… gentle… tender… sensitive… loving. These words and any of comparable meaning… so many wonderful expressions of unparalleled fire that was Vin Tanner when he explored the art of making love. A virtuoso… one that Cass could no more deny than the steady beat of her heart… or the tingle of her flesh under his masterful manipulations.
Every delicate thrust triggered a multitude of sensations, each with a singular aim.
For Vin, the long strokes drove him, the burning need still rampant in his body. Yet, he wanted to savor each and every feeling visiting him now. Each downward push enveloped him in warmth unsurpassed. The 'hug' of her inner sanctuary was so incredibly inviting, he felt as though he never wanted to leave. Nevertheless, vacate he did. Time and time again, until the comings and goings were matched evenly in their sweetness. The delicious cool air welcomed just as much in the heat of his upward motion.
For Cassandra, the long strokes filled her, in so many, many ways. The physical occupation was merely the simplest and easiest to explain. Damn! But, it surely satisfied every need though, the expanding and contracting as he moved gradually in, and purposefully out; his thrusts were deliberately slow, yet they were strong, fervent in their quest for the ultimate pleasure. The tiny 'shove' at the apex of each drive, sending a 'thud' through her body, culminating in her clit as the sharpshooter drew himself across her folds before beginning his tempting retreat. A withdrawal of epic proportions, her body more wanton as each second passed, begging urgently for his anticipated return.
As the sharpshooter continued, even the pant of his breath sent a bounty of feelings coursing through Cassie's heated flesh. Her fingers gripped his forearms tightly. At that moment, their bodies only met in the middle and the powerhouse of towering strength sent a shiver of desire down her spine. Kneading his hot skin firmly, the woman encouraged his actions, the passion of want tempered by his methodical rhythm. "God! Vin… faster…"
Tanner spied his lady through partially squinting eyes, his head slowly indicating, No.
"Tease," she smiled.
Driving a thrust deep into her, the sharpshooter settled his head to her lips. "Yep," he whispered before claiming her mouth in his.
Indulging in the offered thrust for a moment, Cass moaned loudly, wrapping her arms around Vin's neck and pulling him closer. Her legs wrapped comfortably around his, as well.
Feeling himself drawn to her, Tanner released the lock of his elbow and settled his weight carefully. His arms came to rest on each side of her head, still enabling him to manage the pressure his set upon her. As their kiss grew, Vin continued his rhythmic actions.
Cassie pawed at her man's hair, stretching the strands out along his back and grasping skin in the process. She continued to groan as their mouths explored, yet she was finally forced to break free just to breathe.
They stared at one another again... silent understanding spoken at a glance… desire so urgent, lust so plentiful, passion so free.
That was Vin's sign. The passion in her eyes was overwhelming. The very indication he was awaiting before increasing the pace. He knew once done, there would be no turning back. But, that wasn't a consideration now. There was only one path to tread and he intended to make the pilgrimage a memorable one.
Cassandra's eyes closed as Tanner pulled away from her. She released her hold on his legs, settling hers back to the mattress. Her hands drifted to his face as he moved it lower on her body. She smiled as his lips found a pert bud to caress. "Naughty boy," she cooed.
Releasing the nipple, Vin glanced up into her eyes. "Just the way ya like me, if I recall…"
Cass smirked seductively, "I like you… anyway I can get you…" she played with his locks again.
Thrusting harder and faster, Tanner flicked the bud of one breast before turning his attentions to the other. He teased it back to full attention before his chin rose to brush up against hardened flesh. "Well, Cassie… you got me… But, I'm the one doin' the likin'…" Several more purposeful strokes drove home the message.
"Not… just… you," she forced out the reply, her eyes fluttering as she felt the familiar urges of her body.
There wasn't any other way to describe what Vin felt at that moment. He felt overwhelmed… so completely wrapped up in the emotions and sensation attacking his very soul. He was pleasuring himself and, more importantly, the woman with whom he was sharing that essence. Together, they were verging on the most incredible experience a couple can bestow. He could see it in her eyes. Feel the tensing of her muscles and sense the electrifying energy building in her depths.
He too, felt all those things and one more, incredible emotion. The simple understanding that what they were sharing was a giving unequaled. That was unbelievable in itself; yet, the explicit trust Cassie bestowed was staggering. It filled him and excited him beyond imagination. Like fresh air to an open flame, the fire within Tanner's heart burned hotter and brighter than ever before.
Soft whimpers became louder and more demanding in their urgency. Vin looked up to peer at the closed eyes. The faint smile on partially spread lips made him happy. The tongue that darted out suddenly made him hungry with desire. He increased his pace, yet again, knowing his instincts were right when her hands drifted to his ribcage, carefully kneading, but never hurtful in their insistence.
Considering his previous state of arousal, Vin was slightly amazed at his staying power. Yet, as he watched Cassandra beneath his manipulations, he had no doubts that he would last, as long as she needed. He was sure her body craved this slow release. Many times, they had ended hours of carnal pleasure in a manner, such as this. The slow rhythm building, the strength of his body carefully utilized where it was desired, until they could fulfill each other no longer. Cass was building to that point now, and the sharpshooter knew better than to interrupt her pleasure. Besides, part of his own gratification came from watching her climax… again and again.
With her eyes closes, Cassie centered her wandering thought on the muscle that stretched her inner chamber… the way it moved in and out in a somewhat circular motion, allowing Vin's pubic area to rub against her clit as he pushed into her. The sensations were wonderful, driving her closer and closer to climax with each forceful thrust. He was powerful, so manly and strong, yet, so gentle, even boyish in his playful ways. Nevertheless, he was all Vin Tanner. Every pounding, sweaty inch of his perfect body, as he made love to her as she had asked. "God! Vin," she panted beneath him.
The sharpshooter could feel her hips rising to meet his thrusts and he did his best to maintain a constant rhythm, increasing the pressure of his strokes.
Her head moved slightly from one side to the other, her tongue lingering on the outside of her mouth, breathing increased, making her lips dry.
The moans were louder now, and Tanner's closed his eyes, dipping his chin in concentration. The kneading at his ribs became a gentle flex, hands squeezing his skin and massaging assertively. All sight gone, the couple was left with touch alone. A bounty of sensation reeled in, all at once.
It proved too much for Cassandra. Her chin dipped low while the first waves of climax swept her body. Every nerve cried out as the surge of orgasmic energy raced from her center to the far reaches of her mind. The scream was both of extreme pleasure and anguished delight.
Cassie's joyous frown begged for continuance.
Vin complied.
Persevering for all he was worth, Tanner knew, all too well, that his lady had more to encounter. Driving him also, was the knowledge that he too, would soon be ready for relief.
As his tenacious thrusting grew in intensity, Cass continued to ride out the lavish torture she was experiencing. Wave after wave of titillating electricity gushed through her. Like the sandy beach on some far off coast, she welcomed the crashing surf to her shore, harboring the energy, fires kept alight by its bounty.
Sensing her body shudder beneath him, feeling her pinching his skin, viewing the fruits of his labor overwhelmed Vin, right to the core of his being. His senses were on overload, and within minutes of Cassie's release, his body began to tense, impending delight only seconds away.
Through the haze that had enveloped her, Cassandra recognized the stutter of his breath. She opened her eyes in time to witness the strain of delight that crept into Tanner's façade. She watched him as he came... the furrow of his brow, the clenching of the jaw and the drop of his chin. All undeniable signs, yet, the deep virile growl that erupted from her man's lungs as his head rose high in the air… the most wonderful sound in the world.
The involuntary jerking motion that followed his ejaculation always made Vin smile. He did… taking into his lungs much needed, cool air to help quell the heat of his body. When the impromptu movements ceased, he resumed his stroking, more gently this time, like those that had started all of this. More deep breaths saw his respiration slowly calm and the sharpshooter sluggishly opened his eyes.
New eyes… It felt as though Vin and Cassandra were seeing each other for the first time. The sparkle of passion firmly housed within blue orbs brought a grin to their lips.
"Hey, there," Tanner whispered.
Her chin dipped, almost embarrassed at being caught. But, as she gazed upon his magnificence again, Cassie couldn't help but smile. A shy, innocent lip curl that made Vin want.
Their mouths met in the ensuing silence. Her arms cradled him as he lowered to her once more. His thrusting almost ceased, yet the wiggle of hips was still evident as they adjusted to each other's body again. The kiss lasted an eternity, its tenderness a reflection of the afterglow that surrounded the couple.
Finally, releasing each other's mouths, Vin and Cass exchanged a contented grin.
The man couldn't resist. Tanner leaned down to peck her lips again. "Did I ever tell you…" he began again, the seduction of his voice clearly evident.
"Shh," Cassandra whispered, suppressing a giggle.
"I'll second that!" a deep voice echoed from above their heads.
The couple was shocked from their contentment, both glancing up at the speaker. Somewhere in the heat of passion, that had not only lost track of time, but they had forgotten about the other two occupants of the mattresses.
Smirking from ear to ear, Buck, and Chris looked at each other before refocusing on their companions, amusement written all over their faces.
"If you two are quite finished," the rogue teased.
"Yeah," Larabee chimed in, "Loved the show, but it's getting late. Think we should all get some shut-eye."
With a deep sigh, Cassandra licked at her bottom lip. "Suppose," she muttered.
Tanner concurred with a nod. Kissing the lady once more, he slid from her body, settling on the opposite side from the others.
Cassandra reached for the small green towel and watched keenly as Vin cleaned himself before returning the towel, tucking it safely between her legs.
Chris glanced at Vin and winked.
The sharpshooter blushed as he settled his head to the mattresses. "Night, Cassie," he whispered.
Her eyes already closed, the woman decided to say her goodnights all at once, "Night, boys."
"See you in the mornin'," Wilmington announced with a yawn.
"You sure will," came her sultry reply.
Three men groaned before turning over in unison and drifting off to sleep.
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