by S. Silver
And just like that he was inside of her. He braced her up against the tree and pulled her legs up to his hips as they feasted on each other’s mouths. Courtney’s body was so sensitive from her self-pleasure, so each of stroke of his amazing cock threatened to be her blissful undoing.
He filled her so completely. The way their bodies conformed to each other was incomparable to any experience she had ever had before. He fit her in just the right spots and so electrified her erogenous spots. It was so good. If she were on a bed, she could just lay there and take all that he had to give.
Christian was so big and powerful; he easily manipulated her hips, swirling her as he impaled her. Courtney did think it was fair that he should be doing all of the work. But in the position that they were in, she figured it was her win. She would just have to be creative for the next time.
She reached between them, rubbing herself. Christian withdrew just enough to watch. Again he growled. He took her mouth with a renewed hunger. He pulled her body as tightly to him as she could go, grinding into her with sweet, rousing little circular motions. Her outer flesh meshed deliciously with his as her channel was so compactly filled by him, and the building pleasure was inescapable.
Courtney felt her breathing tightening. It sounded like ocean waves as the two of them sighed and grunted their way to an incredibly powerful orgasm. Her tremors and spasms knocked Christian over the blissful edge. They sputtered and grimaced as they were possessed by utter bliss.
They kissed, her body limp against the tree. Perspiration beaded on his forehead, she felt it as she touched his hair. Gently he lowered her.
“Hello,” he said.
“Hello back at you,” she said.
They fixed their clothing. Christian took her hand and led her across the field and into the house.
Chapter Six
The windows of the simple structure that was Christian’s house were all opened. The cross breeze that that created made the atmosphere in the home soothing and comfortable. Quite welcoming as Courtney walked in wet with perspiration.
“Oh my, Christian, I am sweating like a pig,” she exclaimed.
“Pigs do not sweat,” he replied matter-of-factly. “They wallow in mud.”
His house had electricity but instead of flipping on the lights, he lit a lantern. He looked at her as the lantern glowed. Immediately her body started dancing with the response to the way he made her feel when he looked at her that way.
He gently unzipped the back of her dress and shed the garment from her. Then he peeled his own shirt from his body. Soon they were stepping out the remainder of their clothes. They padded naked to the bath.
“We bathing?” she asked. “Sure I shouldn’t go out and wallow in the mud?”
Christian stopped in his tracks. He had a pained look on his face like what she said caused him injury. But she knew that this was arousal. Because he suffered like she suffered with this thing that was between them.
Christian’s tub was enormous. It would have to be to accommodate him. Courtney estimated his height to be at least 6’3”. Maybe even 6’4. There was a shower with tiled walls, but the tub was definitely very old and very deep.
As the bath filled, he held her hand so she could step in. He settled beside her in the water. There was a pitcher on the back of the commode. Long-armed, Christian reached over and grabbed it. He dunked it in the warm bathwater. Holding the full pitcher in one hand, he guided Courtney around with the other.
“Lean back,” he directed.
As he spilled the water through her hair, he embedded his fingers through the tangled locks, massaging her scalp with very firm fingertips. The sensation sent Courtney on a nod. It was too rich, almost and perhaps the most relaxing experience she could recall.
“You ought to sell this at the farmers’ market,” she said drowsily.
Christian chuckled warmly. “Are you saying you would like for me to share this with others?”
“Better not,” scolded Courtney.
He brushed her hair away from her shoulders and planted his mouth on the curve of her neck. “I think I will share only with you,” he said.
His mouth unleashed coils of carnal stimulation throughout her. Her nipples were so, so hard, and the hollow between her legs ached and needed to be filled. All attention was there, at her center. For her most primal of urges were screaming out to join him. She simmered in this feeling, instead of acting on it just yet. It was a thing she wanted to both answer and never have gone away.
Christian lathered her hair with a shampoo that smelled strongly of lavender. It trickled down onto her skin and there was a mint sensation that penetrated, soothing her muscles. No spa she had ever been to knew this stuff.
He dunked his own head under. Courtney wasn’t sure how he managed it, but he folded up and submerged. She insisted on returning his favor. He turned his enormous back to her and let her scrub it. He was such a beautiful man. He handed her a jar filled with a soft soap. She dipped her fingers into the goo and wiped it all over his back.
“What is this stuff?” she asked.
“It is soap made from oil. It works well on the hands and feet at the end of the day.”
“I can’t get over the shampoo and this,” she held the stuff to her nose. It was sensual stuff.
Without warning, he rose from the tub.
“Where are you going?” she tilted her head.
“One moment,” he winked.
He opened the cabinet built into the wall of the bathroom and deliberated. He very selectively removed a stack of cakes of soap.
“Soaps you made?” her face brightened.
“Yes,” he said.
Then she too scrambled, stepping out of the tub and waltzing buck naked to where she set her purse and the gift bag. She removed the edible body lotion and went back to the tub.
She wiped her feet on the sheepskin rug on the floor before plunking into the hot tub water.
“What is this?” he asked.
She unscrewed the cap and spilled a dab on her finger tip. She fed it to him. He recognized it as the stuff he tasted on her earlier. He growled. He replaced the cap and set it aside, as though he meant to use it later.
He had opened a number of scented soaps. He wet them and began lathering her with each of them. He held them to her nose and then with his giant, tender hands, he soaped up her body, letting their fragrance, one at a time, overload her with sensual richness. She wasn’t sure how many times he lathered her up. There was a lemon balm soap and a lavender soap. Soap cakes of mint, vanilla and butter. The brown sugar and cocoa ones remained un-opened.
“These are for you to take with you,” he said.
“Awe,” she fawned. “Are these the best ones?” she asked with a whisper.
He huddled in so they were cheek to cheek. He whispered too, lightly mocking her. “I think so.”
They slid by one another so that they were now facing. She took his hands and worked the soft soap in his hands. She paid particular care to the calluses that covered is hands. They gave his hands incredible hardness and strength. And yet they dispensed such unspeakable tenderness.
She released his hands, trailing his calves down to his feet, lubing up the soles in the same way. He was not ticklish on his feet which were great because it gave her such pleasure to tend to him this way. He liked it to. It was very apparent. Courtney reached through the water for Christian’s monster erection. She straddled his thighs and inched up until she was directly over him. She relaxed her stance, impaling herself on him.
He felt so amazing as her weight sank down to take him all the way in. It made her whimper. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply just to adjust to the effect he had on her.
He cupped the back of her head and drew her to him. His mouth opened wickedly and his tongue worked its way between her lips. She whimpered again. Slowly, he penetrated her degree by tantalizing degree that she could almost not take it.
Courtney’s breath was labored as she
was possessed by complete and total arousal. She participated in the blissful teasing torture, rising up and sinking down on his cock, driving him as crazy as he did her.
Christian fished her feet around him so that they were wedged together. Bracing the small of her back, he pushed her into him. Courtney clenched his buttocks, tightening around him to arouse both of their senses. A shiver raked his lips. He released a deep, guttural moan.
He buried his face deep in the curve her neck, controlling the rock of her hips with more intent, relentlessly to find his pleasure. He took her hand and placed it between them so that she could make use of their movement as well.
Courtney worked vigorously, placing all her focus on their centers. She relaxed and let it all happen. Rings of warmth spiraled within her as she spasmed on Christian’s hardness. It was the most exquisite sensation that she could imagine. It pushed out to every cell in her body, basking her in total ecstasy. She was motionless as it consumed her.
His orgasm was quiet but just as paralyzing. He seized so powerfully and then slumped as pleasure washed over him. She could see it overtake him. He looked exactly as she felt.
Chapter Seven
Freshly bathed, Christian released the water. They dried. Courtney quick grabbed the edible rose-scented lotion and finished off her skin with it. She covertly ensured that even her most delicate private places were tended to. He left the bathroom and returned with a night shirt for each of them. As he lowered the night shirt over her head, he stopped. He spied something on her back.
“What is this?” he asked.
When his fingers pressed the spot, it was tender. Courtney had no idea until now that she must have gotten a war wound during their sex against the tree.
“The tree probably,” she said.
Sweet recollections of the smoldering sex they had against the tree not an hour ago filled her mind. The way he so masterfully commanded her body.
Her back was to him and could not have seen what he was about to do. He lowered his mouth onto the tender, ultra-erogenous spot on her back and kissed it.
He reached in the cabinet and pulled out yet another jar of stuff. It was a rich emollient that he worked in the muscles of her back before grazing the sore spot with it. The stuff felt great on her back but on the sore spot, which Courtney figured out was an opened wound. It stung. She clutched with surprise from the pain.
He anticipated it. He held her firmly in the clutches of his powerful fingers and he blew on the liniment-covered sore. Instantly, the area cooled. It went from heat to a very distinctly cold sensation. It felt great.
“My goodness,” she remarked.
Once again, he set the night shirt over her head, draping it down her body. She stood still as he adjusted the size of the shirt for her diminutive stature. She wanted to remark that she wasn’t five, that she knew how to dress herself but she liked it too much. He worked, rolling up her sleeves. He started to button the shirt but instead his hand fished under the neckline to play with her nipple.
He pursed his lips and winked at her.
They went into the main room of Christian’s house. He put a kettle on the stove and set out two cups. In them he put dried leaves and a splash of honey.
“Did you collect the honey?” she asked.
He winked again. “Yes, we did.”
“What are the leaves?” she asked.
“Lemon balm,” he said. “Very relaxing.”
“Just like the soap?” she remarked.
“Exactly the same. This plant calms the nerves. It is good for the skin. It is good for the stomach. You can cook with it. It has many uses,” he said.
He lifted the lid off an earthen jar and pulled out two oatmeal cookies. She smiled. It was cute. He had a sweet tooth.
“Did you make those too?” she asked.
“Yes we did,” he said.
Courtney’s insides twisted with a pang of jealousy, “So by ‘we’ do you mean a woman?”
His warm strong hands wrapped around her and ensconced her with his grip. “Oh yes,” he teased. “Many.” He regarded her with a gentle scold.
The second she looked him, she knew he was teasing her.
“We all produce and we all share,” he said. “There is a division of labor. I and the other men work the fields and –”
“The women do the women’s work like making soap,” she said.
“Do you complain at the results?” he arched his brow.
“No, I guess not,” she said. But she let curiosity get the better of her. “You have had other women though, have you not?” she asked, her voice raspy with vulnerability.
“Yes,” he answered honestly. “I have.”
He didn’t ask her to stop her line of questioning but his honest answer, his straight forward response, and the look in his eye ended the conversation. Ordinarily, her head would be filled with imaginary scenes of other women and him but that was that. He magically put a stop to it.
When the water boiled, he filled the cups and brought them to the table. He stirred them briskly with a spoon. They had cookies and tea. The tea was delicious. It had the slightest fragrance of lemon. The honey, though, she thought was the best part. It was not like the stuff they got in the store. He picked up a cookie and fed it to her.
“Oh my goodness,” she exclaimed. She touched her fingers to her lips. “These are better than sex.”
Christian scooped her up and set her on his lap. “Oh really, miss?”
His hands searched her everywhere, gripping and lightly pinching at ticklish spots. He already knew her that well that he immediately found all of her vulnerable spots. Courtney was howling.
“Stop! Please!” she cackled. “Uncle! I’ll do anything.”
He ceased and she calmed, dissolving into an oatmeal cookie-sweetened kiss.
Chapter Eight
Courtney slapped the table. “Oh, I almost forgot.” She dashed for the gift bag. “Your present!”
She took the cell phone out of the bag. He knew what it was but he was confused just the same.
“It’s a telephone. You don’t have to remember my telephone number. We can text each other any time we want to,” she said. “Here is my telephone number.”
Courtney unraveled the charger and set it up so the phone would be ready if he ever used it. She explained that he could walk around with it if he wanted and he could charge it while he slept.
She showed him pictures.
“See?” she grinned, levering her eyebrow. “Nice, huh?”
He was speechless. He held the phone and stared. She dragged her thumb across the screen and showed him each one again. He was so overwhelmed that she decided to turn the tables on him and began tickling him.
“I know your feet are not ticklish, but let’s see if anywhere else is,” she said
Everywhere she probed was hard as a rock. There was not an ounce of fat on him. He was solid muscle.
“I have something you can find,” he said, rising up from the chair with her in his arms.
He gently tossed her onto the bed, shoved up the hem of the night shirt and bared her to him. He lowered his mouth to the lantern-lit plane of her stomach. His tongue swirled her naval, torturously tickling her once again.
This time the teasing made her breath hitch. Christian had her moaning. He drifted lower, finding the damp folds between her legs. He very commandingly explored each crevice with a searching tongue. He licked her very thoroughly before penetrating her center, pressing the wet spongy flesh as he plundered.
Tears formed in her eyes over his amazing skill. Courtney fisted the long strands of his white-blond hair. He paused, rising up to pull the shirt from his body before lowering again. He lifted her legs over each of his shoulders as his fingers were added into the lovemaking.
He worked her clit with his tongue as he pressed the sensitive path between both of her openings. He would not let up. Blindly, he reached for her hand and encouraged her to make herself come.
“I w
ant to taste you as you find your pleasure,” he murmured.
Courtney did as she was told. She worked herself, completely enthralled by the action of his tongue. It was an orgasm like no other. She was pretty sure she saw stars as her climax surged through her.
She moaned his name. She pleaded his name as she endured the incredible rapture. He rose again, bracing himself on his forearms as he plunged inside her. It was blissful punishment. Every move he made felt that much better because she was so alive from the orgasm that overtook her.
He showed her no mercy. He drove into her, steadily at first and then with all the power in his body, he rocketed in and out of her until he too cried out for relief.
Courtney thought that when Christian climaxed, it was the sexiest thing in the world. He was so male. So powerful. He was so honest in bed. The thought that came to her mind was that he came like a total man. It was so deeply satisfying to watch him.
They both lay back and studied the ceiling. Courtney had a dopey smile on her face. She felt so utterly relaxed. Christian looked at her and laughed.
“What?” she asked.
“The tea,” he said.
“What about the tea?” she asked.
“It makes everything pleasant for you,” he said.
“What do you mean ‘makes everything pleasant’ for me?” she asked.
“Takes pain away. Takes worry away,” he said and then reiterated. “Makes everything pleasant for you.”
Courtney raised her eyebrows and propped up on her elbows. “Mr. Hostetler, did get me high?”
He knitted his brows. “I don’t understand,” he said.
“I think you understand perfectly,” she said.
Courtney didn’t feel high but she did feel, just as he said, pleasant. She kissed him and snuggled in the crook of his arm. He stroked her. She noticed he was not going to sleep.
“You are wired for sound. You better get some shut eye or you will be a wreck for tomorrow.”
Chapter Nine