Western Widows (3 page)

LIAM

I loved the way Charlotte's eyes widened at my crude—and truthful—words. My cock had a mind of its own around her, leading me consistently to her over the past few months as would a divining rod led a man to water. With her lush ass in my lap, I couldn't help but grow longer and thicker, pulsing against her as if trying to root through our clothing to find her pussy, which I knew would be hot, slick and tight.

She may have well been a virgin based on what she knew about fucking. Richard had claimed her, there was no doubt about that, but it seemed my friend had not been adept at pleasuring his wife. What they'd done in bed was not something I wanted to consider, but I had to know if Charlotte would be a little wildcat in bed or if she needed me to teach her what it was like between a man and woman.

I wanted to do the latter first then make her
my
little wildcat. No one else's. There was no doubt of her passionate nature and it had been kept hidden, as if stored away in a safe, waiting for me to unlock it and discover all the secrets held within. Oh, the things I wanted to do to her. With her. And now I had the chance and for the rest of our lives. But I had to go cautiously, not wanting to make her afraid because it was going to get intense and quickly. I gritted my back teeth to maintain my control, but just having her small hands touch my chest, innocently and full of curiosity, had me close to coming.

"Now you," I said. I could hear the roughness in my voice, the deeper timbre. I couldn't help it.

"Me?" she asked, that little crease back at her brow.

I tilted my chin to indicate the front of her dress. "Undo your bodice."

Her eyes flared in a combination of fear and arousal. I kept my hands on her hips, loving the feel of her soft flesh beneath my palms, letting her know she had all the time in the world to heed my words. It wasn't the case, for if she waited too long, I'd flip her beneath me and rut her just as Richard had done. I took a slow, deep breath to curb my need. A need so strong my cock ached. If she denied me now, I wasn't sure I'd be able to walk.

Her hands began undoing the tiny buttons on her dress, slowly working her way down over her breasts and to her belly. Why did there have to be so many? Another time I'd grip the two sides and rip the dress open, but not now. Soon, I'd show her how much pleasure could be wrought from being rough and wild.

Slowly, tentatively, I lifted my hands to her bodice, parting the two sides wide so they slipped off her shoulders and down her arms to catch on her wrists, keeping her arms pinned at her sides. I eyed her, watching her for any signs of panic. There was none, only keen interest in her pale eyes. I wanted to kiss her plush lips again, to taste her sweet flavor, but it would be over too fast if I did. Besides, I was about to see her delectable breasts for the first time. Her mouth could wait.

She wore a white corset, the fit snug to make her waist narrow enough for my hands to almost span it entirely. Her hips flared wide beneath my fingers and above. Oh Christ, her breasts. Only the soft, full upper swells were visible, but they were plump and lush. The stays were tricky to undo, cinching them tighter starting at the top to release one catch at a time. Once the garment lay against my thighs behind her did I behold her bounty. I couldn't hold in the groan at the sight of her and when I cupped the heavy weight in my palms, I had to speak.

"Charlotte, you are so beautiful. Perfect. I knew your nipples would be bright pink." My thumbs slid over the puffy tips as I spoke and I watched them tighten.

It was her turn to groan, a breathy sound that escaped from her throat. Her head fell back, her eyes closing and thrust her chest into my hands. I played with her breasts, kneading them learning their curves, how the tips tightened as I gave each a little pinch between my thumb and forefinger. Her eyes widened in surprise at the slight bite of pain and I couldn't help but grin. "Like that?"

She nodded, a long tendril of hair coming loose from a pin as she did so. Her skin was hot beneath my palms, her scent becoming stronger, as heady as if I'd downed a shot of whiskey.

Charlotte tugged at the confines at her wrists, but could not free herself. I continued to stroke her, from her belly, over her breasts, across her dainty shoulders, down her arms and back, ensuring extra focus on her turgid tips. Bending my knees up further, I pulled her in closer so that her breasts were right there, right at my mouth and I couldn't resist. I sucked a nipple into my mouth. The sound that escaped her lips was a mixture of a groan and a cry of pleasure.

I pulled my head back only far enough that I could look up into her surprised face and grin. "Like that?" When worry replaced the first flush of desire, I flicked my tongue out over her pert tip. "No. Don't be afraid or ashamed. This is as it should be." I paused. "More?"

When she nodded, a male sense of pride filled me. "Then more you shall have."

I worked her breasts then, for her pleasure and my desperate need to taste her, to hear her breathy sighs, to feel her fingers tangle in my hair and hold me against her, reveling in knowing
I
was the one to awaken this in her.

Her skin was as soft as silk beneath my lips and the tips of my fingers, so pale as to be almost translucent. Her nipples were hard little buds against my tongue and she tasted so sweet. She began to writhe in my lap, her hips undulating in the innate feminine way that indicated she was ready for more. But I didn't give her more, only continued with her breasts. Lifting my head, I tugged on the tips with both of my hands, gently at first, then with more pressure, watching her face as I did so, gauging what made her hot.

"You like your nipples played with, don't you?"

"Yes!" she cried, nodding her head.

"Good girl. Now, do you like it when I do this?" I twisted the tip between my fingers, eliciting a sharper bite of pain. Her eyes flared, her mouth fell open yet no sound escaped. "You do." And so I continued to play with them until her body tensed and she cried out my name, her fingers digging into my bare shoulders. God, she was stunning as she came. So sensitive, so carnal. Once she gave in to her needs, she let go with abandon and it was the most beautiful sight—and all I'd done was play with her breasts. She was still half clothed!

I cupped her breasts, soothing the sting of my nipple play with the palms of my hands as she caught her breath. A small smile formed at the corner of her mouth and she opened her eyes. Her skin was flushed a pretty pink that crept down her neck and to the upper swells of her breasts. Her eyes were glassy and lust filled, her body soft and replete. "What...what was that?"

Shit. She'd never had an orgasm before. If Richard wasn't already dead, I'd kill him all over again. We'd been friends, but not showing a woman her pleasure—most especially one's own wife—was sacrilege.

"You came." I let my hands fall to her wrists and tugged the bodice of her dress away.

With her hands free, she tucked a tendril of hair behind her ear. "Came?"

"Let down your hair."

She lifted her arms and pulled pins from the bun at her nape, the long strawberry locks falling like a curtain down her back. Her breasts rose with the motions of her arms and she looked so wanton. Not a hint of shyness was left.

"You had an orgasm and just from nipple play."

"Is that good or bad?" she asked, clearly not recognizing the importance of the occurrence.

"Oh so good. It means you are so unbelievably responsive. Tell me, love, are you wet?"

Once she finished with her hair, she lowered her hands to my chest, ran them absently over me as she spoke. "You mentioned this before. I don't know what you mean."

"Your pussy, love. That luscious flesh between your thighs. I wager you're dripping wet there."

She didn't have to say anything, for I knew from just looking at her that I was correct. How could I be wrong with the way she'd responded so far?

I placed my hand on the warm skin at her waist and lifted her up, moving her off my lap. "Stand up, love." I moved with her so I sat on the edge of the bed with her legs between my knees. "Let's get this off you."

Undoing the last few buttons at her waist, the dress slipped over her hips and pooled on the floor at her feet. Reverently, I lifted a hand to brush over the pale curls at the apex of her thighs, then lower, to slip over the pink lips of her pussy. She was slick and swollen. Ready. Her hands came up to my shoulders to steady herself.

"Oh my," she uttered.

My cock pressed painfully against my pants. This pace, just touching her, learning her, watching her for what made her hold her breath, moan, drip for me was torture. Bliss and torture. As I leaned in to kiss her belly, to lick my way down to her navel, I parted her folds and found her entrance, all hot and slick and tight. The little mewl that escaped her lips pushed me over the edge, from patient to frantic. I pushed her back, making room for me to reach down and yank off my boots, then undo the placket of my pants and have my cock bob free.

Charlotte stood before me, completely naked, her gaze riveted to my cock. It was so hard I could pound nails.

"Oh my," she repeated.

CHARLOTTE

He was so big!
That
was going to fit in me? I'd seen Richard naked a few times, but he'd been unaroused and flaccid as he'd gotten dressed for the day. This, well, this...Liam was no comparison. It was a deep red color, long and thick, with a broad crown that had clear fluid seeping from the tip. As I watched, it bobbed, curling up toward his navel. I wondered what it would feel like. Hard? Hot? Slick?

"This first time, love, is going to be quick. But we'll do it again and again, all night long." With every minute that passed, Liam's face became harsher, as if his patience, his attentiveness to me was costing him.

"More than once?" That was possible?

He slowly nodded and reached for my waist. "More than once," he repeated as he tugged me off balance, so I fell with a gasp onto the bed beside him on my back.

He shifted and leaned over me resting his weight on his forearm, a hand brushing my hair off my brow as he looked down at me. His eyes bored into mine, pinning me in place just as much as with his body. "But first, I want a kiss. Not a chaste kiss like the one in front of Reverend Pick. A
real
kiss."

I watched as he lowered his head, his eyes on my mouth. When his lips met mine, my own eyes slipped shut, and I sank into the pleasure of the touch. It was gentle yet persuasive, his lips brushing over my mouth as if learning it, kissing the very corner, then nipping at my full bottom lip. I gasped at the slight hint of pain but his tongue darted out to sooth it. Only then did the kiss change, becoming more carnal as his tongue dipped into my mouth to meet mine. It felt as if he were fucking me with his tongue, a prelude to how he'd take me with his cock. My body relaxed, softening as if made with heated wax, becoming pliable for his every demand.

"Let's make sure you're ready," he said after an unknown duration, his hand dipping between my legs. His head was just inches above mine, our breaths mingling. He used his knee to spread me wide and watched his hand. The slightest of touches left heat in its wake and when he slipped a finger inside me, I arched off the bed. The intensity of the feeling was nothing like I'd ever felt before, even more incredible than what he'd done to my nipples and that had been...blissful.

"Liam, this is...it's...yes, right there!"

I couldn't help the exclamation nor the way my knees fell open for him, offering him even easier access to my body and letting him do whatever it was he was doing. Some kind of curl with his finger deep inside me had me crying out.

"Like this?" he asked, his mouth on my neck, kissing me, then moving lower to nip at my shoulder. It was as if he couldn't keep his mouth off of me, wanting to taste my skin.

I could only nod as the pleasure built and built until it burst, colors bright behind my eyelids as the pleasure overwhelmed me. It hadn't been hard for me to come—as he'd called it—again as I'd never really recovered from the last time. I'd had to shift and shimmy in Liam's lap as he played with my breasts, tugged and painfully worked my untried nipples until I couldn't take the pleasure any longer.

Now I knew. Knew what to expect, knew I wanted it again.
Needed
it. Needed Liam to give it to me.

Before I could even catch my breath, I felt Liam's hard length replace his fingers at my womanhood, the broad head nudging the entrance. I could hear my wetness as he slipped over my folds and pushed in. As he slowly filled me, I opened my eyes and met his.

"Liam," I whispered, my body hot and tense and needy all at once. Fully seated, his hips bumped against mine and we were one.

Holding himself up with his forearms, he ran a hand over my brow. "You're mine, Charlotte." His voice was like gravel. "Say it."

I saw the earnestness, the fierceness of his words. There wasn't just Liam and Charlotte anymore. We weren't two separate people, we were one. Joined not only by God, but now by body as well. The connection went deeper than his...cock. It was there in his gaze, in his voice, his soft caress. I may have been married to Richard, but I belonged to Liam.