Western Widows

by Vanessa Vale

  "Would you like that?"

  I searched his face, hunting for any hint of retribution.

  "Yes, I'd like that, but Paul married me because he wanted my money. I don't want you marrying me for my body. You could bed a woman at the saloon any time you wished."

  "Yes, that's probably true, but I'm not offering any of them marriage." He shook his head, an imploring look in his eyes. "We're part of a whole, you and me. You've felt the link. You know it's real. When we fuck, it won't just be for pleasure. I want to possess you, just as you already possess me. Let me show you." When I stalled, thinking, considering his words, he pushed his advantage. "The truth, Leah. I've shared my love. Give me the gift of the truth. Do you want me?"

  "Yes." My voice was clear and confident, bolstered by him. He'd been vulnerable when he'd told me of his love, for I could easily have thrown it back in his face like a bouquet of unwanted flowers. Instead, it was the most precious thing anyone had given me and I relished it, felt the walls around my heart crumble. He didn't have to profess his love to bed a woman. Couples married for less, and I was certainly one to know this.

  He grinned. "When I say I want my cock deep inside you, I don't just mean your pussy." At my silence, he added, "Do you want to know more?"

  I licked my lips with the first hints of anticipation I'd ever felt. I wanted Mr. Worth to do everything he spoke of, even the things I didn't understand. "Yes," I whispered.

  He ran a hand down the side of my face in a gentle caress. "Then we better get Reverend Pick."

  CHAPTER THREE

  BEN

  An hour later, I had her at my house. Alone and wed. Reverend Pick was kind enough to keep our quick ceremony a secret, for the pot luck would most assuredly have turned into a wedding reception and I did not wish to spend the afternoon with the townsfolk of Collins. I wanted to spend it with Leah. Alone and in my bed.

  "You know I'm scarred," Leah said to me as I held her hand and led her up the stairs and to my—our—bedroom.

  I looked over my shoulder at her. Scarred? What had happened to her? She was so small in comparison to my large size that even a minor accident could harm her irreparably.

  "You said he didn't beat you."

  She shook her head. "Scarred on the inside. Mr. Worth—"

  "Ben," I insisted. "My wife should call me Ben."

  "Ben, you say you're not like Paul and I believe you, but my mind is telling me otherwise. I'm afraid I'll do something wrong to make you mad at me. I'm...skittish."

  I sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her to stand between my legs, wrapping my arms around her waist loosely. She could step away if she desired, but I wanted to feel her. I'd have to go slowly and I needed to ease her mind, but I could do that while touching her. She was skittish, like a mare being followed by an eager stallion.

  "Nothing you can do in bed will be wrong. Trust me. What arouses you?" Her dark eyes widened and her tongue darted out to lick over her plump lower lip. "That arouses me," I told her.

  "What does?"

  I tilted my chin in her direction. "That, licking your lip. Your turn."

  "To tell you something?" At my nod, she continued. "I like that you have whiskers and I wonder if they are scratchy or soft."

  I took her hand and raised it to my cheek, then let go. She ran her palm over my jaw and the rasping sound filled the room.

  "I'm aroused by the flare of your hips," I said, bringing my hands to rest on the curve of her waist, then slid them down so I cupped her soft flesh, my fingers cupping her ass. Even through her dress she felt lush.

  "I like how your shoulders are so broad." This time, without assistance, she placed her palms on my shoulders and contoured my body.

  The room was cool but I was overheated. Having Leah here with me, touching me, even in the most innocent of ways had me hard. I could smash rocks at the mine with my cock.

  "I wonder if your breasts will be a handful."

  "Do you have dark hair on your chest?"

  "I dream about how you taste."

  "Is your hair silky soft?"

  The questions went back and forth, neither of us answering, but our hands wandered, our eyes searched. I cupped her breasts, felt her nipples tighten against my thumbs before I slid my hands down her belly and around to cup her ass once again. Leah undid one button of my shirt and peeked for chest hair. Our breaths were mingling, our hands becoming more bold.

  "I need to see you, sweetheart. I'm going to undo the buttons on your bodice."

  "Yes," she replied breathily and let her hands fall to her sides. Slowly the fabric parted, revealing swells of creamy skin above her white corset. Pushing the fabric from her shoulders, I worked it off one arm, then the other so she stood before me covered in her corset and the lower half of her dress.

  I raised my hands to the buttons on my shirt. "My turn?" A small smile played at the corners of her mouth. My tactic for going slowly seemed to be successful. Her eyes followed my hands as I worked the shirt from my body. "We're quite different you and I."

  I had a dusting of dark hair on my chest that tapered down to my navel, then into a thin line that ended up at the thatch of hair at the base of my cock. I was all hard angles and planes, coarse hair, even a scar or two while Leah was smooth, silky skin, so fair that I could see a soft blue river of veins on the upper curve of her breasts. She was so round, so dainty and perfect and I felt a brute.

  I set her back from me a step, then another so I could lean forward and take off my boots. Standing, I pulled off my pants so I stood before her naked.

  "Oh my," she whispered, her gaze raking over me from head to toe, then stopping to openly ogle my cock. It swelled and bobbed toward her as she looked her fill.

  "I'm big, Leah. I have big hands. A big cock."

  I wanted her naked, but I wanted her in my bed more. She'd have to take her clothes off sometime, so perhaps I should consider the first time we fuck a time for her to experiment. She was already mine in the eyes of God. And me.

  I'd let her be in control, at least until she felt more comfortable, and then, then she'd submit. I'd show her everything a man and wife could do together.

  I moved so I lay down in the middle of the bed, my head resting on my pillow. "You may have your way with me."

  Her eyes widened in surprise. "You want me to...to...I don't know, I mean, I've never—"

  "You've been fucked," I said matter-of-factly.

  "Yes, but not like this." She waved her hand through the air.

  "Do you want me to be on top, sweetheart?"

  A hint of panic flared in her eyes. I'd assumed Caruthers probably rutted into her at night, his heavy weight smothering her, most likely her nightdress crumpled about her waist as he did so. I doubted he ever gave her an orgasm. I wouldn't ruin our first time together with thoughts of that bastard haunting her.

  She shook her head. "No. I need you to tell me what to do."

  Besides having her corset exposed, she was completely covered, modest even, considering we were about to fuck. I ached to rip the dress from her body, kiss her plump lips, but patience would be in my favor.

  I gripped the base of my cock in my fist, stroked it as I spoke. My need for her was almost painful.

  "Take off your drawers."

  She paused, considering, then turned her back. She reached beneath her dress to work the garment from her body. The action thrust out her ass toward me and I stifled a groan. When she stood and turned back around, I crooked my finger. "Come over here and straddle me."

  She crawled onto the bed, tossed a knee over me, then adjusted her skirts so she was positioned over my thighs so I could continue to pump my hand just thinking that there was only a bunched up dress in the way of my cock sinking into her pussy.

  "See that," I said, looking at the clear fluid seep from the slit. "I'm ready for you. Are you wet, sweetheart?"

  A line formed between her eyebrows. "Wet?"

  "Your pussy. Slip your hand under your dress and tou
ch yourself."

  "You won't touch me?" she asked, biting her lip with worry. "Turn me beneath you?"

  My hand stilled on my cock. Slowly, I lifted my hands over my head and grabbed the decorative filigree of the iron headboard. "I won't let go."

  My cock rose straight from my body, an angry red, fluid seeping from the slit in a steady stream. I wanted to shift my hips up and rut into her, but that was a base need and would gain me nothing but a quick release. I wanted more. I wanted all of Leah.

  Leah cautiously slipped her hand beneath her dress and delved between her thighs. Her eyes widened and I couldn't help but grin. "Feel that? You're wet for me."

  "That's never happened before," she replied, a tad astonished.

  "You've never wanted before. My cock is going to slide in so nice and easy."

  "Now?" she asked, her thighs tensing above mine.

  I shook my head. "I want to kiss you, to taste your sweet mouth. I want to touch your pussy, slip my fingers into your tight channel. I want to suck on your nipples, tug on them. Since I can't use my hands, you'll have to do it. Undo a few of your stays so you can touch yourself."

  I eyed her corset and prayed that she wouldn't get missish now. I wanted to see her breasts more than I wanted my next breath.

  Her hands went to the front of her corset, the tips of two fingers on her right hand glistening from her wetness. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to will my orgasm away. I had to open my eyes, had to watch as her breasts were revealed. If I came, which was certainly possible in my overly aroused state, then she'd just have to wait a few minutes before she sank her sweet pussy onto me because I would most assuredly stay hard. There was no doubt I would stay hard around her for the rest of my life.

  Four, five, six stays unhooked and her breasts tumbled out and over the stiff fabric.

  "Jesus, sweetheart, you're gorgeous."

  I clenched my fingers tightly around the headboard, afraid if I didn't I'd let go and cup her creamy globes in my palms. I wasn't lying, I couldn't lie when it came to her body for she was stunning. Her breasts weren't overly large, but round and full with pert little nipples. I could only imagine how soft and supple they'd feel.

  "Cup them." My voice was deep, it couldn't be helped. I was so aroused that if she so much as bumped into my cock I'd come.

  She did as I bid, her nipples peeking out from beneath her thumbs. "Coax your nipples into tight tips."

  She lowered her head to watch her hands, to watch her finger and thumb play. Instantly they hardened into tight buds. Her head came up and she just stared at me with a look of complete awe. I couldn't help but grin. "Like that? Imagine what it would feel like if it were my hands on you. My mouth."

  A little moan escaped her lips.

  "Now use one hand to play with your pussy."

  Much less tentative this time, she slipped her hand beneath her dress, then sighed.

  "Are your fingers slipping over your folds? I bet their slick and dripping wet. Did you find your clit? You did, I can tell by the look on your face. Now slip a finger inside. Yes, just like that."

  I had no idea not touching Leah would be so erotic. I was able to focus on every shift in her body, the tensing of her muscles, the emotions that flickered across her face. Her cheeks now carried a rosy hue, her lips parted slightly and she breathed quickly, her breasts moving up and down in a very pleasing way.

  "Ben, I feel...I ache...what do I do?"

  Her left hand cupped her breast while her right hand played with her pussy, her arm moving as she did so. She was rubbing her clit, but I couldn't be sure. What I did know was that she was ready to be fucked. Her pleasure had escalated to the point where she needed more.

  "Up on your knees. That's a good girl. Now move up and straddle my hips. Lower yourself down and—yes," I hissed out the last, her scalding hot pussy touching the head of my cock. "Move your hips," I bit out through clenched teeth. "There, my cock's nudging into you. Lower yourself and take me, Leah."

  Her eyes met mine as she shifted her hips back and forth, working my cock into her a slow inch at a time. We both groaned at the tight, slick feel. It was like a vise was moving down over my cock. A hot, wet, tight vise.

  When I was fully embedded, she paused. My balls drew up at the torturous feel of her inner walls clenching down, practically milking the cum from me. But it wasn't time yet. I willed my own pleasure back so she could find hers.

  "Ride me, baby. Lean forward, yes, like that."

  "Oh God," she cried when she did as I said and I slipped in another inch, the head of my cock bumping her womb. Lifting up until I pulled almost completely out, she dropped down, taking me quickly and easily into her. I couldn't help but arch my back and grip the headboard harder.

  She found her pace, fucking me as she wanted, her hands on my chest, gripping hard. I doubted she even knew she was using me for balance. Her breasts bobbed with each downward stroke.

  Her movements became erratic, her sweaty face lined with frustration. "Ben, something's not right. I'm trying but I don't know what my body needs. I don't know what to do."

  If I could just run my thumb over her clit, she'd come immediately. She was that close, but I swore I would not touch her. "Lean forward so I can suck on your nipples."

  "Oh yes," she groaned, angling herself so her right breast was above my mouth like a succulent hanging fruit. I took the nipple into my mouth and sucked on it, laved my tongue over the firm tip. She tasted sweet, her skin so soft and silky, just as I'd imagined.

  "Ben!" she cried, her hips continuing to shift, now in small circles, rubbing her clit on me.

  As I moved my head to suck on her other nipple, I told her how to finish herself, for I couldn't wait any longer. I had to come. "Grab hold of the headboard with your left hand to hold yourself up while you play with your clit. That sensitive nub between your thighs. You're going to come so hard, sweetheart."

  She did completely as I instructed, eager to come, although she had no idea what that was. Her hand found her clit quickly if her gasp of pleasure was an indication. She shifted her hips, let me suckle on her breast as she worked herself. I watched her face until...she came. Her head went back and she screamed. Her back arched, her nipple hardened against my tongue and her thighs clenched my waist. Inner walls rippled around my cock and I came with her, the pleasure and cum bursting from my balls and jetting out in torrents of seed, filling her and marking her as mine.

  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.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  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.