Promises Linger (Promise Series) (28 page)

He smiled. “That’s it,” he whispered against her neck. The palm of the arm he was bracing himself up with flattened across her stomach, just over her pubic bone. He pressed down. Immobilizing her hips. The pressure on her pussy increased. A steady demand for entrance.

“No, don’t tense up,” he whispered. “Just relax.”

She forced herself to unclench her fists. The pressure increased to near pain.

“Easy, darlin’, just a little more.” There was a sudden give and an incredible feeling of fullness.

He now had two fingers completely inside her. It wasn’t comfortable. She tried to shift away.

He pulled his fingers out before forging them back in. “Damn, darlin’, you’re tight.” When they were seated to the hilt, he pressed harder, almost convulsively probing for more.

“Am I supposed to be?”

He kissed her quickly as if to shut her up. “You’re perfect, darlin’. Just perfect.”

He pulled his fingers all the way out before forging back in again. The feeling was strange, not quite painful, but on the edge. The third time he didn’t pause before reinserting them. He just fucked her hard and steady, and relentlessly. Her pussy burned with the friction. A tingling breathless shiver of sensation started at her toes and snaked over her body, making her hair stand on end.

“Asa?”

“Just relax,” he ordered again.

She didn’t have any choice. He had her pinioned. He paused on the next withdrawal, then he was back, and there was more than before.

“Asa! That hurts.”

“I’m sorry.” He didn’t sound sorry. He sounded driven. Desperate. He pushed again. Harder. She gasped at the bite of pain and pleasure that rolled over her as he managed to wedge three fingers into her pussy.

“Damn. You haven’t taken…” He bit off whatever he was going to say. His voice was rough and gravelly as he asked, “Is it too much? Can you take more?”

There was no doubt he needed her to take more. She felt overstretched and too full, and her pussy burned where it struggled to accommodate him, but a more primitive part of her enjoyed it. Wanted more. Wanted to see exactly how much she could take.

The upward thrust of his fingers made her moan, as her sensitive tissue clasped and clung to his fingers.

“Easy now. I can fix it.”

Before she could ask what he meant, he was sliding down her body. His hands stayed where they were, but his mouth moved scandalously low. She grabbed his hair and tugged.

“Leave be, Elizabeth.”

“But?”

“Trust me, darlin’. You’ll like this.”

She already knew she liked this, but she wasn’t sure it was okay to be doing it in the open. That was before she felt the hot, moist pressure of his tongue on her over-stimulated clit. Fire streaked through her loins. She bit her lips and gasped.

His chuckle vibrated on her clit, reverberating through her body. Her hands no longer tugged. They pressed his mouth closer. He responded by lashing her with his tongue, and then gently capturing her aching, hungry bud with his teeth. When she was writhing, he pushed with his fingers. The pain was nothing compared with the pleasure.

“That’s it,” he encouraged through the lust boiling through her. “Open for me, darlin’.”

He stretched her wider, then slid his fingers free. She felt bereft. Empty. Aching.

His teeth and tongue were relentless on her clit as his fingers were merciless on her pussy. He kept her poised there, empty and aching, before he pressed his fingers against her again and began a steady fuck.
 
She took all three fingers to the hilt, hard and deep over and over, her pussy struggling to accommodate the demands he made on it while her body struggled to control the maelstrom of sensation overwhelming her. There was no escaping the feelings that built. She gasped, begged, but he didn’t stop. He merely drove her higher until her body arched like a tightly strung bow. One more lash of his tongue, one more thrust of his fingers and she knew she’d shatter forever, never to be the same again.

He pulled back, depriving her of all sensation.

“Asa!” It was a sob. A plea for mercy. She wiggled against him.

“Hold on,” he ordered, pushing her hips down with his arm.

He was not going to leave her like this!

“No more teasing,” she demanded, struggling to renew contact with his body.

“I’ve got something better if you’d just stop fighting me,” he growled.

Something hard and warm brushed her starving pussy. Lightning streaked up her nerve endings. She twisted upwards. “Oh, yes!”

“Jesus!” He sounded like he was laughing and moaning at the same time. His hands on her hips held her still. His fingers grazed that sensitive spot as he spread her, and then there was a delightful pressure against her openly weeping pussy.

“Oh, yes,” she sighed again, closing her eyes against the sunlight, wanting to concentrate on the feeling of him against her. Hot. Hard. Huge and eager.

“Put your arms around me.” The order was a harsh imitation of sound.

She obeyed immediately. He reached between their bodies. His fingers took over where his tongue had left off, gliding over her clit, circling, teasing. It was too much. Her whole body exploded and then re-centered on that one central point of bliss. She sobbed, the pleasure was so beautiful, and over and over her body spasmed. Each throb had her whole concentration until the last one dropped off. So caught up in her bliss, she barely noticed the pain as Asa breached her pussy with the wide head of his cock.

She opened her eyes. “That was heavenly,” she whispered as the aftershocks vibrated through her.

“Glad to be of service.” The lightness of his tone was belied by the strain in his expression. Sweat beaded his brow. She felt the trembling in his arms. The throbbing of his body in hers.

“Asa?”

“Stay relaxed, Elizabeth.”

“I don’t know if I can,” but she knew she would. For him. For herself. Because she wanted his hard cock. No matter what.

“You can.” He told her, increasing the pressure. “You will.”

He crept in a bit more. The lining of her pussy pushed against him, gripping and dragging. Sensitizing.

“Why wasn’t it like this before,” she gasped as he bore down on her.

He closed his eyes and groaned as her flesh gave and he sank an inch deeper. “You’re still a virgin, darlin’.”

“But the other night…”

“I’m not one for force.”

She felt his muscles gather as he prepared to push. She caught her breath in preparation. Again the pain. Again the frustration.

“Put your arms back around my neck,” he instructed her.

She looked up at him. There was no doubt he was in agony. “Does it feel good to you?”

“That’s the hell of it, darlin’. Men like it any way it comes, whether the women are enjoying it or not.”

And he felt guilty about that. She saw it in his eyes and understood he was a giving man, but she didn’t want to be a taking woman. She wanted this thing between them to be the same as everything else. Open. Honest. She arched her breasts toward his mouth.

He bent and suckled her. By the second, his actions grew rougher, more primitive, dragging her along until he was alternately biting and sucking. She could feel the tension pounding beneath his skin, shaking his muscles, dampening his flesh with perspiration. An equally primitive reaction built in her. She felt him pulsing just inside her. It wasn’t enough. She didn’t want to be something precious and worshipped. She wanted to be his.

She took the decision out of his hands. She braced her feet under her hips and arched upward, impaling herself, biting her lip against a cry.

Like glass facing the blow of a hammer, her action shattered his control. As if he couldn’t stand anymore. He growled low in his throat, sank his fingers deep into her hips and pulled. She felt him tear deep. Before she could register any pain, he’d pulled out and was surging anew. On the third thrust, she thought he’d break her in two. On the fourth, she didn’t care.

She twisted, whether to get closer or away, she didn’t know. This was too wild. Too elemental. It excited and scared her at the same time.

“Mine,” he growled as he thrust deeply into her, his hips slamming against hers, his mouth working her breasts.

“Yes.” A growl rose in her own throat.

He lifted her feet until her ankles were hooked around his hips. “Mine,” he growled again, holding himself against her as she worked to get the last inches of his hard cock inside her. She couldn’t and the frustration almost had her crying.

He took the initiative out of her hands. He slid his arms under her thighs and flipped her legs over his shoulders. He walked his hands up her side. The air was filled with the scent of their lovemaking and the spruce when she lay completely open and vulnerable to his touch. She could do nothing but receive him as he drove his cock into her pussy, grinding his hips against her clit on the downstroke, forcing her to take the last two inches, ignoring her gasps when she thought she couldn’t, sharing her exultation when she, finally, finally did. Then he, as she lay impossibly stretched beneath him trapped between heaven and hell, he caught her gaze with his. She couldn’t look away as he said, “Mine.” As if to prove it, he pulled all the way out. And in one, mind-boggling lunge, re-seated himself to the hilt.

The air left her body, her nerves screamed, and everything in her pulled up tight. With quiet, deliberate, ruthless persistence, he did it again, but this time when he growled “mine”, she confirmed it, her body jerking in helpless spasms as reality shattered and she gave herself over to his possession as her orgasm took her. As if her climax triggered his, Asa’s control snapped. His cock jerked within her, caressing her walls anew as spurt after spurt of his hot seed filled her eager pussy. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held him tightly while his body shuddered and emptied into hers.

For the first time in her life, she felt like she belonged.

* * * * *

“Who’d have thought Miss Prim Elizabeth Coyote was such a wildcat in bed?” Asa mused with deep contentment minutes or hours later.

She was draped across his body. Warm sunlight heating her skin. Completely boneless. Sated. “That’s Elizabeth MacIntyre,” she corrected into the curve of his neck. He smelled of man and sunshine. She took another deep breath just because.

“So it is.” His fingers played gently with one of her nipples. His toes stroked the bottom of her foot.

Against her thigh, she felt a stirring. She shifted her hips. “Hmmm.”

“Just ignore him,” Asa instructed. “He has no sense.”

She didn’t want to ignore him. She reached between them. “I like him,” she said. And he liked her if the way he swelled at her squeeze was any indication.

“You’re too sore.” It was a halfhearted protest. She loved him for making it.

She eased down until he was in position. “No, I’m not.”

She couldn’t imagine ever being too anything to turn away from her husband.

“I can wait.”

“I can’t.” No matter how she tugged, he wouldn’t roll over. She raised her eyebrow at him. “This isn’t going to work if you don’t do your part.”

He laughed, shook his head, and urged her into a sitting position where she straddled his hips. “You do it,” he ordered. “I’m too tired.”

He wasn’t too tired, she noticed, to stroke her breasts the way that caused the goose bumps to chase up her spine. He did it again, encompassing each breast in one of his big hands, sliding from the fullness of her chest up to the crest with a featherlight touch that had her nipples pulling taut. When he reached the very tip, he lightly, gently grazed her nipples. Just hard enough to get their attention. He did it again. And again. On the fourth pass, she dug her nails into his chest and bit her lip to keep back her cry of protest. She needed more. So much more. She shifted against his cock, experimented, then found just the right angle.

Her breath caught as he pressed against her. She was sore and he was bigger than she remembered.

He stroked the inside of her thighs. “Nice and easy, darlin’.”

His hands glided up until they spread across her hip bones. His thumbs met at the juncture of her thighs. As she eased down, so did his thumbs, until they connected at the swollen nub of her clitoris. She gasped, jerked and pressed. He stroked her clit again, and she felt the natural giving that allowed his cock to slide home. She didn’t take him all, she couldn’t. She was too sore, but it didn’t matter. They moved as one, flesh gliding together, intimate parts brushing in rhythm, asking silent questions, garnering quiet responses. It was a courting. A mating.

It was exquisite, sensual and oh, so gentle, this loving. She cried when the end came and the illusion drifted to reality. She wanted it to last forever. She wanted the emotions to be real.

Asa held her while she cried, offering her his shoulder and asking no questions. Somehow, that made the reality all the more wrenching.

Chapter Thirteen

Town was a rude awakening from the quiet of the ride in. People bustled about. The streets were a muddy mess of excrement from the ceaseless parade of cattle, horses, and buggies. Occasionally, boards were strewn across large puddles in order to facilitate crossing the street. The air was full of the scents of food and animals. The din of voices and music from the saloons overpowered the quiet conversations of residents, while the rowdy shouts and laughter of cowboys and railroaders out for a good time dominated all else.