Western Widows

by Vanessa Vale

  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 i
n 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.

  "I'm yours."

  Liam's eyes widened at the words, as if he didn't believe I'd ever say them. Pulling back, he slipped almost completely out of me before thrusting deep. I cried out at the lush, slick feel of him moving within me. "Again," he said, moving in and out at a faster, more intense pace.

  "I'm yours." My eyes slipped closed, my back arched off the bed as he took me. What Richard had done was rut, using my body for his pleasure. When Liam took my leg and lifted it so my ankle rested on his shoulder and worked himself in me, he was playing my body as if it were a musical instrument, finding the right notes to make the perfect music. It was on one expert thrust that I came again, this time the pleasure was so sharp, so intense that my inner walls clenched down on Liam's length, holding him, pulling him deeply inside me. I couldn't catch my breath. I couldn't do anything but savor the tingling, blissful wave of pleasure Liam elicited from my body.

  Lowering my leg, he came up on his hands and took me. There was no other word for it. He was lost in his own need now, his own pleasure, having seen to mine not once, not twice, but three times. His hips rammed into mine with a vigor that had me moving across the bed. The sound of slapping flesh, of my slick, wet arousal filled the air. The ripe tang of our joining was strong. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered except Liam. I lifted my hips in time with his thrusts, learning how I could shift so he filled me so the broad head of his cock bumped my womb. Liam's back arched as he held himself deeply embedded, his cock swelling as he groaned, his hot seed filling me, my inner walls still clenching, sucking him in and trying to keep him there. His eyes were squeezed shut, his jaw clenched closed, his neck tense and corded. He looked as if in pain instead of the intense pleasure I knew he felt.

  Once recovered, he rolled onto his back with a loud sigh, pulling me along with him so I lay on top of him, still connected in the most elemental of ways. I felt his thick seed drip hotly from me even with him still fully inside. There was no question I'd been well claimed. I fell asleep in the warmth of Liam's arms as I listened to his heart beat slow, his breaths settle. At peace.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  LIAM

  We were both insatiable. Once I'd recovered from that first fuck, I'd pulled Charlotte up my body so I could kiss her. There was no need for words, for I'd broken down any barriers of embarrassment or insecurity. It was clear with every kiss, every breathy pant, every stroke of her hand that Charlotte was as eager as I. My cock had remained hard and there was no delay in my readiness for her. I just had to help her sit astride me, awareness filling her eyes as I filled her completely.

  "Ride me, love," I said, my hands on her hips.

  Lifting up on her knees, she came off my cock almost completely, then slid back down.

  "Mmm, Liam, I like this," she said, her words slow and languid.

  I lifted my hands to cup her breasts—I couldn't resist them—as she rode me. It wasn't until she found her rhythm and I had to grip the quilt at my sides to prevent me from gripping her hips and moving her as I wanted. This was her moment to use me, to impale herself on my cock and use it as a tool to come. It didn't take long, for either of us. I just had to watch her breasts sway and bounce as she used me to have my balls drawing up close to my body, the orgasm building at the base of my spine. I knew she was close because her walls started to clamp down on me, trying to keep me deep within all the while pulling up, then down. A sheen of perspiration coated her silky skin, her hair matted to her brow.

  "You're going to come, aren't you, love?" I asked, my voice hoarse.

  "Yes!" she cried as she slammed down onto me and screamed, her body clenching me tight. Her hands came up to her breasts and lifted them, squeezing them in her grip to pull as much pleasure from her body as she could get. Once she started to come down from her pleasure, I gripped her hips and lifted and lowered her to my own tempo, setting off my own release within a few strokes. She was too hot, too tight, too wet, too fucking alluring to hold back. Come shot from my cock in thick pulses, over and over until she was overflowing, my seed seeping out and down onto me.

  A thought cooled my ardor. "Charlotte," I said, my voice hoarse.

  "Mmm?" she asked, pushing her long hair away from her face, a sated smile on her lips.

  "Could you be with child?" It had been three months since Richard died, since the last time they could have come together, but Charlotte would know if she was expecting. It would be too soon for me to tell, although her breasts were lush and her hips and waist soft and supple. It was possible for her to have a babe in her belly.

  Her demeanor changed as if I'd dunked her into a cold stream. Her pale eyes met mine as she shook her head. "No. No baby."

  "You're sure?" I asked. "You weren't married long, but it certainly would be possible. I know you aren't a virgin."

  "I'm sure. I bled two weeks ago."

  I felt relief at her words. Not because a baby of Richard's would not be treated as my own, but I wanted my seed to take root in her womb. I wanted to watch the fruit of our joining to swell her belly. Taking hold of her hips, I lifted her up onto her knees so she was high above me. I stroked my hands down her thighs and w
atched as a thick globule of seed dripped from her pussy and onto my belly. My fingers slipped through the wetness on her inner thighs, then over her red and very swollen pussy lips, slipping two fingers inside of her.

  "You're coated. Filled. There's no question we will make a baby before the week is out."

  Her hips began to shift as she looked down at me. "How can you be so sure?" she asked, her voice growing breathy. I couldn't keep my hands off her. Feeling my seed deep inside of her, watching it slide from her body had me rock hard. Again.

  "Because I'm going to show you all the different ways I can fuck you before I let you out of this bed. And there are many. Your pussy's going to be so full of my cum."

  Her eyes widened at my words. "There's another way to do it? I didn't even know I could ride you. I'll never be able to ride a horse without blushing."

  I grinned. She could ride me anytime she wanted. If I were a stallion to her mare, but it was time to take her like one. Giving her ass a light swat, I gave her my next direction. "On your hands and knees."

  "Hey!" she said, surprised by the smacking sound. Charlotte eyed me for a moment, then did as I bid, shifting off of me. Her full breasts swung beneath her as she moved. I sat up and moved behind her, nudging one knee, then the other, wider so I could see all of her offerings. Her pussy lips weren't dainty, but full and lush, better to spread around my cock. And her little pink rosette of her ass. My cock stirred and filled at the thought of taking her there.

  As she looked over her shoulder at me, I ran my finger through my seed that thickly coated her and touched it to her back entrance. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't move. I glanced at her. "Ever been fucked in the ass?"

  She shook her head slowly.

  "I'm going to fuck you here first," I said, slipping my fingers into her drenched pussy. "Soon, I'm going to fuck you here." Coming up onto my knees, I aligned my cock and slid into her pussy in one smooth, slick stroke. Charlotte groaned and I felt the vibration of it in my cock. I would never get enough of her.