Wyoming Nights

by Gaines, Olivia

  In the kitchen Darlene made sandwiches and fries from the potatoes in the bin while she watched him work. The axe rose high in the air and came down hard into the wood. Each stroke making contact with the wood, chipping away at it. Stroke after stroke, the wood gave way under the pressure of his muscles. The hair on his forearms lay flat and slick from the sweat. Sweat poured like water from his brow until finally he had cleared it all away and there would be no slithering surprises for any of them when they came out in the morning.

  I am going to have to teach her how to look, walk and keep her eyes peeled for threats and dangers. I also need to teach her to shoot.

  Daniels muscles ached as he put away the axe and made his way into the back door. Sheila D close at his side.

  “I need to grab a quick shower to wash this off me before I can sit down with you,” he said as he tried to turn his back.

  “Let me help you,” she said softly reaching for the sweat soaked tank. She yanked at the sides from his waist band, dragging upwards uncovering his abs, tugging the material over his chest, leaving him bare from the waist up. Her fingers trailed across the wet hairs on his chest down between his abdominals as the fine hairs went into his pants.

  So manly.

  So virile.

  Her hands went for his belt buckle, tugging anxiously. Darlene unzipped his pants, hungrily grabbing at the fabric. Four long years...four years...

  “Darlene, I am sweat soaked, dirty...” he tried to say, but her hand slipped into his pants, taking a hold of him. Daniel’s breath caught.

  “I know...sweaty, dirty, rugged,” she said as her hand massaged him. Never had she been so bold in her life with any man, but watching the physicality of him cutting wood had turned her on. She was past the point of reason and all she knew was she craved the feel of him inside of her. Her hand came out of his pants as she yanked them down his hips, then reaching under her skirt, to remove her panties. “Up,” she told him as she hiked up her skirt and climbed into his arms.

  “Darlene...” he tried to say as her mouth took possession of his, kissing him like she was starved for affection. She reached between them to feel for his readiness.

  Daniel was rigid.

  Powerful.

  Thick.

  “Oh my,” she said as she tried to hold on to his neck with one hand and jam him inside of her with the other hand. “Hold me,” she demanded.

  Darlene kicked off her shoes, braced her toes on the kitchen counter and lowered herself to take him in.

  “Ahhh Shit,” he said as he felt the tightness of her surround him like a vortex clamping on and sucking him in. “Darlene, we need a bed...”

  “No,” she told him as she moved her hips trying to accommodate the girth of him. “You feel so good. So, so good...I need you, I want you...take me here,” she begged him.

  Large hands cupped her buttocks as he incrementally worked himself deep into her. The deeper he went the more she moaned. Her mouth moved back and forth over his, her tongue playing inside his mouth teasing, rubbing against his, her toes using the kitchen counter for leverage.

  “It’s soooo good Daniel, soo gooood, you make me feel soooo good...so good inside of me,” she worded into his mouth. The heady scent of his sweaty body filling her nostrils. The pungent smell of sweat and their lovemaking fueled her. She rocked hard against him, feeling the pressure building inside of her. He was so thick. She felt so full. It seemed like he was touching spots inside of her womanhood she didn’t even know existed.

  Stroking her.

  Touching her insides.

  Pulsating against of her walls.

  She never was verbal with George. Darlene never asked for what she wanted sexually. The routine was established, she got there with some effort, but she only managed to get there occasionally. With her new husband she would get sexual fulfillment on more than an occasion. Darlene knew what she wanted from Daniel. She wasn’t afraid to ask for what she needed.

  “Make me moan...take me there...I want to feel you Daniel. Please Daniel, I want to explode with you inside of me,” she pleaded with him. She couldn’t force herself to say the words she wanted to tell him. Each time she tried she swallowed back a bit of her verbiage.

  Daniel was glad to oblige her. He used his hands, digging his fingers into her hips, pulling her away from him, almost disconnecting their bodies before pulling her forcefully against him, sinking himself all the way into her. He emitted a deep throated groan of male satisfaction. The action was repeated several times until Darlene began to moan loudly. So loud, he wasn’t certain how he was going to get her there without getting there first himself.

  He did it again, disconnected them and plunged deep. His feet were wide apart and he braced himself against the sink and began to pump his hips as he slammed her body into his.

  “Oh Gawwwwd!” she cried out, her toes clinging to the edge of the sink and he increased his pace. “I’m so close, Daniel, so close,” she cried out.

  “Come on Baby,” he said as pumped harder. His legs almost giving out. The fit of him inside of her was so snug he was afraid he would tear her if he did anything more in this position.

  Darlene was beyond caring. She had never been this hot in her life. He was so big. Everything about him was big and he was loving her body like it had never experienced. She was climbing to the peak of satisfaction.

  “Loving you is so good Daniel, I want to scream,” she said into the side of his neck as she gyrated against him feverishly climbing to the summit, wanting the glorious ending, but not wanting the pleasure to cease. “I want to scream Daniel. Don’t hold back...give me everything you’ve got...I want it all,” she said into his mouth. Her breathing was heavy. Her body was sweaty. Every nerve in her body was alive.

  “Let me give you something to scream about,” he told her. It took some effort but he hobbled over to the couch, plopping down with her still attached. He began to raise and lower her over him as if he were lifting a set of small hand weights. “Move with me, Darlene,” he commanded her.

  “I’m right there, so damned close,” she panted. Her hands on the back of the couch, her knees raised against his sides, the thickness of him so deep she could almost feel the heat of his seed seeping into her.

  “I am too, but ladies first,” he told her as he thrust his hips upwards.

  Darlene cried out in pleasure, “Again!”

  He repeated the action twice more, then in short thrusts.

  “I’m right there Daniel...I’m right there Daniel,” she cried as she flung her head back and gave in to the pleasure. A satisfied screech came from her gut as her orgasm uncurled within her body like a snake after a long hibernation. The tail end of it wiggling, rattling her insides, as the thick coils of pent up sexual tension unraveled, the head sitting up, snaking from side to side until sinking it’s fangs into a meaty meal bringing forth the much needed release. It felt so damned good she screamed again as she bucked hard against him, riding him like a drunken woman seated atop a mechanical bull on Saturday night.

  Her orgasm was so powerful she pulled him with her. Daniel pumped furiously, holding on to her as his face contorted, his toes curled inside his boots while he let go.

  I am hers. She is mine.

  Darlene clung to him on the couch.

  I am falling in love this man.

  Throat hoarse, dry and raspy, Daniel found the perfect words to say to her. “Darlene Wilstrom, you were well worth the wait,” he told his wife. He kissed her hard on the mouth. “I love you.”

  He didn’t care if she didn’t say it back. It didn’t matter.

  “I‘ve fallen pretty hard for you as well,” she said as she lay against him. He was right; he wasn’t the kind of man a woman scheduled, and going impromptu felt even better for her.

  That was pretty damned awesome, even though I conducted myself life a horny hoochie.

  Chapter Nineteen – Illumination

  Daniel didn’t speak as he scooted his way to the end of the
couch pillows. He held Darlene in one arm and his pants in the other hand as he walked down the hall to the bathroom. A great deal of preparations and changes had been made to cabin to make it a home for his bride. One of the major changes, along with the addition of her craft room was to the bathroom. Before there was only a stand up shower. In the past two months, he had worked with Jack to make sure his lady had a place to soak.

  She turned a bit in his arm as he sat her down on the chrome claw footed bath tub. It was complete with a soaking headrest and an over the tub caddy rack that held a book and a glass of wine. Daniel even went as far as to have add a large loofah sponge and two types of bubble bath.

  He took a seat on a small wooden stool he had made for her which sat in front of a mirrored dressing table that he’d made for her as well. When he reached down to remove his boots, she dropped her eyes, almost as if she were ashamed.

  “Darlene, is everything okay?”

  Her cheeks were warm as she recounted in her mind her behavior; actions which resulted in an extreme desire for a cigarette, a glass of wine and a soak in that brand new tub. Her vagina was going to need it because she was most certain it was ripped to shreds and probably looked like an over worn turtle neck sweater.

  “I...,” she exhaled. “I have never talked dirty in my life and I think I may have screamed.”

  Her hands flew to her red cheeks as she leaned back and slid down inside the empty bathtub, wishing it would open up and swallow her whole. By Daniel’s standards, the few things she said were a far cry from talking dirty, but he was about to have some fun at her expense.

  “Twice,” he said holding up two fingers. She slid down further into the tub. “It was my fault really, Darlene. I mean, I worked outside, without my shirt, whacking on that big ole piece of wood, whittling it down while sweat cascaded down my muscles...inciting your delicate southern sensibilities.”

  Darlene sat up slowly in the tub like a sleep deprived zombie listening for fresh working brains to pass by. “What?” she said.

  His hands moved to the legs of his pants, grabbing the fabric, he said, “Yeah, you were watching me cut that wood, and my muscles and sweat got you all worked up. I could almost hear you through the glass, saying that’s my man, I am going to mount him and ride him like a brahma bull when he walks in this door.” This portion he said with a high girly voice as he waved his pants legs like it was her skirt.

  Her eyes were peeking over the side of the tub as a grin covered the lower portion of her face. She mumbled to him, “You are pretty much right. I am so embarrassed.”

  “I hope you enjoyed our first time together,” he said as he went back to removing his boots.

  “Oh yeah, but I think I may have shredded my girly parts,” she told him.

  “Naw, I think I did that,” he laughed out loud. “Sorry, you said you wanted to get there and I was not going to let you down Baby!” he laughed harder.

  She started to laugh as well.

  “Darlene, you know what this means don’t you?”

  Her head slowly shook no as half of her face was still hidden inside the tub.

  “It means that every other day I am going to be butt damned naked in the back yard chopping wood, because if an axe in my hands turns you on like that, I will be a wood chopping fool,” he said.

  Darlene was laughing as he stood, his pants around his ankles, simulating chopping wood. He raised his arms high over his head, pretending the stool was a piece of wood when he brought his hands downward. Daniel repeated the action as he shook his butt at her each time he brought this arms down.

  “What will you do in the dead of winter? You can’t be naked in sub-degree temps outside chopping wood,” she wanted to know.

  His eyebrows shot up as he kicked his pants off sending them flying across the bathroom. “I plan to go to my ground game and bring the party inside,” he said as he picked up the toilet plunger. He began a dance routine in his boxers. “I will put on a hot red thong and a tool belt, grab a hammer, and get to work building you some shelves.” He bent over, winding his hips as his butt stuck up in the air, like an old stripper still trying to pay the rent.

  “Stop it,” she said as tears of laughter rolled down her cheeks.

  “Fine,” he told her as he put down the plunger. Slowly he walked over to the tub going to his knees beside her. “I am your husband. I want you to be a free and as sexually expressive as you want to be. I am down for outfits, games, role playing, whatever you want to try to get your love making groove going,” he told her.

  “Do you mean that...I won’t come across as some slutty, nasty housewife of Wyoming or something?”

  “No, you won’t. I am pretty open Darlene...,” he started to say and then stopped. “...Well I’m open to most things. I don’t want anything shoved up my man hole!”

  She held up her thumb.

  “Nope...not even your cute little thumb,” he said as he leaned forward to kiss her again. “I am starving and stinking. I am going to shower quickly so we can grab something to eat, then I want to talk about the week.”

  “When do you go back to work?”

  “On Friday, so we have all week to work out some routines, best practices while I am at work,” he said softly as he rose to start the shower. He dropped his underwear and stood before her nude.

  Manly.

  Hairy.

  Solid.

  Beautiful.

  Mine.

  Her body woke up again and she wanted more. She needed more. Suddenly she was up and out of the tub and undressing as well.

  He only arched an eyebrow as she walked over to him bare and looking more lovely than he could stand. “This time, I want you to make me scream,” he told her.

  She held up her thumb.

  “Aww hell no,” he said as he lifted her off the floor and carried her into the shower with him. “You will have to be more creative than that Mrs. Wilstrom.”

  “I will come up with something, but first things first,” she said to him as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. A kiss that turned carnal as the warm water of the shower beat down on them as he made love to his wife slowly this time, sharing with her his desire to please her in more ways than one.

  Chapter Twenty – Brightness

  The sharp shrill of a distant ringing tugged at Darlene’s subconscious pulling her into the brightness of her first real day in Wyoming as Mrs. Wilstrom. Today she was Daniel’s wife in every sense of the word. Sore aching muscles complained of the night they shared as well as slowed her progress to finding the phone that was altering her morning reality. It stopped ringing by the time she made it to the hall way. Her hair was mushed, her lips were swollen and it felt as if her vajayjay had caved in and somehow, she had hurt her toe.

  In the living room, the boxes she had shipped were still sitting behind the couch staring at her in an accusatory manner as a reminder that worked needed to be done. The beautiful nightgown she wore had wrinkles and creases from how roughly she had slept trying to find a comfortable position with a man that occupied most of the king sized bed. It was a glorious morning and a wonderful feeling to awake knowing she felt soreness instead of the dull throb of nothingness in her head.

  The phone rang again.

  Kitchen.

  Coffee was already on, for this she was grateful. A double boiler was on the stove with oatmeal already prepared, this was even better. “Hello,” she said into the phone as she located a coffee mug.

  “Gurl, are you telling me all that loving with that big ass man is the reason that you forgot how to dial a bitch and say hey, guess what...we made it across country in Whydaho?” Krysten said into the line.

  “I am trying to understand why you have combined Idaho and Wyoming?”

  Krysten was nonplussed. “I was talking to your brother when he asked me had I heard from you, and I said no. I told him that you were probably getting the dicking of your life which is why da ho ain’t called me!”

  Normally she would ignore
such crass comments from her friend, but today she felt like a new woman. “Girl, that stuff was so good, it had a heffah speaking in tongues!”

  “Where you in there screaming he Cumma in a Hyundai?”

  Darlene was feeling cheeky when she responded, “No baby, we came in one Accord!”

  Both ladies burst into laughter as the backdoor opened with Daniel walking into the kitchen, Sheila D at his side. Darlene’s eyes dropped low then back up staring into those limpid pools of brown love. My man. My husband.

  She mouthed good morning to him as he arched a brow at the phone call.

  Krysten she mouthed back to him.

  “Tell her I said good morning,” he said as he kissed her cheek. He went down the hall to the bath and started the shower.

  “Daniel says good morning,” she told Krysten.

  Krysten was too busy being amused by her friend’s behavior. “Darlene, he wore your ass out didn’t he?”

  “More like the opposite; anyhoo, I have a million things to get done today, when are you coming for a visit?”

  “I am thinking maybe in two weeks...”

  “Sounds great, let me know,” she said hurriedly.

  “Why you rushing me off the phone?”

  “I need to get a shower. Love you, mean it,” Darlene said as she hung up the phone. Her gown was up over her head and on the bathroom floor as she joined her husband for a morning shower.

  Darlene had a whole list of things in her head she needed to get done, starting with hanging some drapes in the overly bright cabin. Being in the middle of nowhere had some benefits, but the people seeing in when she and Daniel couldn’t see them at night, creeped her out. The excitement of finally unfolding the quilt she purchased in Amish country at Cornell’s store fueled her energies to get things moving. It was beautiful on the bed. The second quilt she purchased went on the guest bedroom with a nice rug, some fresh wildflowers on the night stand and the room looked amazing. The small painting she’d purchased from Darryl with the seashells, was hung on the bathroom wall.