Western Widows (11 page)

When her orgasm ebbed, she released her grip on the headboard and slumped down across my chest, her breasts against me, her exposed skin slick. Her head rested on my shoulder and I could feel her frantic breathing. Slowly, I released my tense grip on the slats and brought them down to wrap around her, holding her against me. I had to touch her. My cock was still embedded deep within her and I could feel my seed seeping out. The way she breathed I knew she'd fallen asleep.

I lay there, caressing the bare skin of her back above her corset, savoring the feel of her as she was completely uninhibited and relaxed. I hadn't even seen her naked, had barely touched her with my hands and it had been the best fuck of my life. It only made me want to wake her up and take her again, this time get my hands on her.

LEAH

I awoke warm and relaxed, but only for a moment. When I opened my eyes, I was in unfamiliar surroundings and the warmth beneath me was actually Mr. Worth.
Ben.
I tried to sit up, but Ben's large hands on my back held me close.

"Shh," Ben soothed. I felt him the entire length of my body. My head rested on his chest, my breasts pressed into his warm bare skin. Lower—

"Oh!"

I felt more than heard Ben chuckle. "I'm still hard for you."

Not only was he hard, but he still filled me.

My legs were still straddling his, my knees bent and by his hips. I must have fallen asleep directly after my pleasure. And, oh, what pleasure! I had been riding Ben just as he'd said, moving on him in a way that had made the feelings build and grow and coalesce into this bright, hot ball of feeling. I'd become so frustrated not knowing what to do to make it better. It was as if I was running as fast as I could trying to reach a delectable prize but it kept moving further away. It had to stop, it had to change, it had to morph into
something.
It did once Ben told me what to do. He'd guided me, but had not touched me. I knew it had cost him to do so. It took mere seconds after his direction to come—the word he'd used for it—and it had been incredible, never knowing my body could feel that way.

It was all because of him and his very manly
cock
. I'd heard Paul say the word a few times, but never appreciated one until now. The way Ben filled me, that broad flared head rubbed places deep inside me I had no idea existed. Now, he was still hard, yet unmoving. I clenched down on him involuntarily, squeezing him as if keeping him from pulling from me, however, I didn't think Ben was considering doing so.

Turning my head, I placed my chin on top of my hand which rested on the center of his chest and looked at him. His mouth turned up in a playful quirk and his dark eyes held a predatory gleam, but not in a dangerous, worrisome way, but in a playful, dominant gaze.

"I liked that," I admitted.

Ben moved his right arm so his hand was behind his head, looking as if he were resting casually in a grassy field and looking up at the sky instead of filling me with his impressive cock. His face had lost all the tension, all the need I'd seen as I rode him. He looked as sated as I felt. The smile on his face brightened his eyes. "Fucking? Mmm, I liked it too. In fact, I'd like to do it again. All you have to do is move."

Clenching my inner walls, I squeezed down on his cock and he sucked in a breath. I felt tingling, heat and need build. That small action had Ben reacting. He'd liked it and I felt his cock growing within me.
I did that to him.
For the first time in my life, I felt powerful. Powerful as a woman and the age old feminine lure over a man. He could certainly overpower me and hurt me, but my body was my own weapon and Ben seemed powerless against it. All of his defenses were lowered and he was confident enough to allow that.

"I'd like to do it again, too," I replied, smiling almost coyly.

"This time, can we remove your clothes?" He didn't move as he asked, just watched me closely gauging my reaction to his interest in seeing me unclothed. Another chink in the wall around my heart crumbled at his patience and concern. He could have made me strip, could have made me lay beneath him instead of being in the dominant position and ride him. He could have his way now, at any time, but he wasn't, even with his cock fully engorged and fully embedded.

Ben wasn't Paul.
Ben wasn't Paul.

"You're not Paul," I whispered, repeating my thoughts out loud and looking into his dark, fathomless eyes.

He gave the slightest shake of his head. "No, sweetheart."

I was free. The feeling this realization brought was exhilarating. We barely knew each other, Ben and I, but he loved me. He had no doubt of it, even admitted it plainly. Somehow he'd known, just from looking at each other from across the room that I belonged to him.

I'd felt it too, that heat that was between us, even in a quick gaze at a holiday social, but denied it.

I lowered my head and kissed him. It was a daring move for I never initiated any kind of carnal act, but this wasn't just carnal, it was love. Or something akin to love that felt so wonderful. His lips, at first, were unmoving, his body taut in what I assumed was surprise, but he quickly relaxed and his mouth molded to mine. His tongue ran over my lower lip and I opened for him. Having his cock inside of me was one kind of connection, but a kiss,
kissing Ben
, was something amazing. It was connection, bonding and joining. His tongue mimicked the way his cock moved inside of me. Ben was stealing my breath and I pulled back, my lips slick and swollen.

"Paul, he destroyed everything good," I told him, catching my breath. Ben's cheeks were flushed, his eyes half lidded, his cock twitching within me. "You...you were right. I don't understand it, couldn't even recognize it until now. This connection we have."

Ben nudged his hips up slightly and groaned. "We're connected, sweetheart. A kiss, a simple, perfect kiss can make it as clear as glass. A good fuck, too."

I rolled my eyes and grinned and shifted my hips. I couldn't hold still any longer, the feel of Ben's cock too good to resist. I reached to my waist and found the remainder of the buttons down the front of my dress, undid them with eager fingers, grabbed handfuls of the dress and lifted it over my head, tossing it on the floor. I worked the remainder of the stays and let the corset fall on top of the dress.

Ben's gaze lowered, his cheeks growing ruddy, a sure sign of his pleasure. "Jesus, sweetheart, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen. I want to look at you, but I need to fuck you again first."

"Yes, please," I panted, grinding my hips on him.

He moved his hand to where we were joined, running his thumb over where we were joined. The rough pad of his thumb rubbed over my pussy lips spread wide around his cock, then moved forward to bump my very engorged little clit. My eyes widened at the touch—his first touch there. It had felt incredible when I'd done it to myself, but having Ben's hands on me was something amazing. With his other hand, he shocked me by reaching around behind me and sliding his fingers to find my back entrance.

"Ben!" I cried in surprise, my thighs tensing against my hips. This was not something I ever imagined he would do, that could be done between man and wife. It was carnal, it was illicit, it was...oh God, so incredibly erotic.

He circled my tight opening, my body instinctively clenching to keep him from gaining entry, yet shifting my hips so I could feel more. "I'm going to take you here, sweetheart. We'll have to train your ass first, but I'm going to make you completely mine. There's so much pleasure between us."

Even with my surprise, I knew his words to be true. Whatever Ben did to me would be pleasurable.

"Do you want me to show you how good it will feel?" he asked, one eyebrow raised. He was giving me the option to decline, but he'd done nothing to make me choose to do so. What he suggested was dark, but I felt the first hint of pleasure and wanted to know more. He'd made me curious about what could really be between a man and his wife.

"Yes," I murmured.

Desire flared in his eyes. Grabbing my hips, he hoisted me off his lap. "On your hands and knees, sweetheart."

I shifted myself to comply and felt his seed seep from me. Looking over my shoulder, I looked at Ben who was looking at me, at my pussy. There was no way to hide my body from him in this position. I was more open, more exposed than I ever had before. If Ben was going to hurt me, now was the time. His words at this juncture could most certainly destroy me.

"Your pussy's all red and swollen, my seed is coating you. There isn't a prettier sight."

I smiled, warmth filling me. When he ran his fingers over my folds and slipped them into my slick channel, my eyes slipped shut and I groaned, my hips shifting back to take him deeper of their own volition. I began to rock my hips forward and back.

"Ride my fingers, that's it. Show me what feels good."

As I did that, completely focused on eking the most pleasure from his touch, his other hand slipped through his seed and slid over my back entrance, coating it and making it slick.

"When I take you here, I have oil that will make you nice and slick, that will make my cock so slippery that I'll slide right in. For now, my seed will let me play. I don't want to hurt you. Only pleasure, sweetheart."

As he spoke, his thumb rimmed and circled my ass. I paused my motions, unused to this new assault on my senses.

"It's going to feel so good, Leah. That's it, move again and find your pleasure."

I couldn't
not
move. I had to follow the pleasures of my body. I began to fuck Ben's fingers, his thumb now pressing against the tight ring of muscle of my bottom.

"Relax, sweetheart. Push out. Good girl."

When his thumb breached my opening, I cried out. It wasn't in pain, although the sensation of being stretched open for the first time was quite intense, but in pleasure. I had no idea I was so sensitive there, his thumb sliding over tissue that pushed me to the brink of my release.

"Oh, Ben. It's...oh, it's too much. I'm going to come!" I cried.

He was relentless in his touch, no reprieve given as his attentions overwhelmed me. I couldn't control what he was doing to me. My body wanted it, needed to come. With one sure nudge of his thumb in my ass, I came.

I arched my back, thrusting my ass out further, taking his fingers completely into my pussy, his thumb stretching my ass wide. "Yes! Ben!" I screamed.

Before I could even catch my breath, the amazing pleasure still coursing through my veins, Ben pulled his hands free and rolled me so that I was beneath him. My knees were bent on either side of his hips. Surprised by the roll but still lost to my pleasure, I didn't have a moment to feel threatened. This position was the only way Paul took me and it had not been gentle or the least bit pleasurable.

"Put your legs around me," Ben said, his face just inches above mine, his forearms on the bed on either side of my head. I could see the intense need on his face. He was ready.

I'd been beneath Paul, but it was nothing like this. I felt cocooned in safety, not trapped. When I wrapped my calves over Ben's back and crossed my ankles, he shifted nudged my opening and slipped within me in one strong thrust. His belly met mine. He thrust his hips none-too-gently, lowered his head and kissed me, ravenously, as if he could only survive by sharing our breaths.

"Feel that, sweetheart?" he breathed.

My eyes slipped shut and my mouth opened on a breathy exhale. The pleasure had ebbed, but did not recede completely. It was different this way, his cock working me in such a way that it felt like heat and fire and brightness coursing all swirled into one, having me on the brink of coming once more. "Do it again."

His nose nudged my cheek, then his mouth was on the swirl of my ear, a very sensitive place directly beside it, down the nape of my neck as he moved within me.

"This is...oh, Ben, I'm...I'm going to come again." With him it was so easy. After the first time, I recognized now that I was close, that my arousal had never diminished. He wouldn't have let me come down from the delicious high he'd given me. My ass tingled and felt almost empty now. I was so sensitive with him, so easily pushed to the brink...and soon enough over.

He placed his mouth on my nipple and suckled it. I arched my back so he could take more of my breast and I ran my hands over his hair. It
was
as silky soft as I'd imagined.

"Of course you are, sweetheart. Again and again. Nothing but pleasure."

I couldn't talk after that for Ben proved his words. I came, not just once more, but again and again, just as he'd said.

* * * * *

"I knew he had a little
tendre
for you," Charlotte said in her kitchen the next day. She poured coffee into the mug on the table in front of me. Ben and I had walked over after sleeping late. He had kept me up most of the night, showing me all the different ways he liked to fuck, which I discovered I liked just as much. Besides not being the
frigid bitch
Paul had called me, I'd learned I was actually quite wanton.

After the first time where Ben had allowed me to keep on my dress for modesty—which was humorous since we'd fucked, our bodies connected in the most elemental of ways—I'd been perfectly content remaining unclothed. The reason was simple. Ben liked me that way. I knew this by every heated gaze, the way his cock grew as he touched a nipple, in awe that it would furl into a tight tip just by the lightest of touches. He'd also told me so, over and over again. He'd even repeated his words
I'm in love with you
. It hadn't just been a man trying to get beneath my skirts. I'd, of course, had propositions of that kind from men who had no such offerings of love, nor of marriage. They'd most assuredly felt the lure of my rumored fortune.

It hadn't been me that had insisted a love match, but Ben.

He'd wanted to marry me even knowing I was a paupered, skittish widow. He loved
me
.