by Billi Jean
He murmured her name again with a desperate sounding whisper when she tightened her hand under the head of his penis and rubbed along a spot there. Almost instantly he tackled her backwards, and, breathing heavily, gripped his hand over hers. “Not so fast, you’ll make this solider misfire,” he said with such a tight expression her body experienced that rollercoaster thrill again.
“Is that so?” she teased, letting him remove her hand as long as he kept pressing hot kisses down her neck back to her ear.
Not wanting to end this here, but suddenly remembering his gunshot wounds, she stopped him with a hand on where he was working her jacket open.
“Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet,” he said, sounding so husky but worried, she kissed his lips quickly before she let him go and helped him with her jacket, throwing it aside as soon as she could.
“No, are you kidding? But, well, are you sure we should? I mean, your wounds—”
He sighed in relief and leaned into her while he took his own jacket off and pressed her hand back against his bulge. “Does this feel like I’m not ready? My wounds don’t even hit a blip on the radar right now, Kris. I’m zeroed in on you.”
“Are you sure?” she asked. “I don’t want you hurt,” she added trying to remember that sex in the barn might not be what the doctor would order.
“Oh, baby, I’m hurting right now,” he reminded her, curling her fingers over his thick hard-on with a grin. He dropped his hand when he seemed satisfied she wasn’t letting go and caressed every inch of her he exposed. With a groan he lifted her shirt so both her breasts were practically bare to his hungry mouth and gaze.
She tried not to lose the moment, tried not to worry over what he’d think of how small her breasts were, but the fear rose up higher as he stared down at her, caressing her sides and stomach and back before he tenderly cupped both breasts.
He licked his lips and her pussy pulsed wickedly at the sight of his pink tongue.
“So beautiful. Do you realise how beautiful you are, Kris?” he asked startling her even more when he groaned heavily and bent his head to lift one of her small breasts and latch onto her nipple right through the sheer lace of her bra.
A wash of sensations rippled down her body, making her squirm and sigh all at once. His hands were everywhere now, stroking her, as if carefully learning every inch of her. She started to feel desperate for him to fill her. He couldn’t, not with his pants still on. With a moan, she reached down and found his zipper, tugging it open to the rough, masculine sound of his approval.
He helped her by reaching in and pulling the thick length of his erection free completely. She’d seen him before, when he’d masturbated, but here, in the barn, with the chilly snow falling just feet away and her body burning to have that thick cock inside her, she couldn’t stop herself from reaching out and stroking up and down the long, hard length of him. The solid feel of his girth, with all the lines of veins under the silky skin had her already wet pussy flooding her all over again. Soon, this would be inside her, driving into her with Robert’s powerful body.
“I want you,” she whispered.
He surprised her by reaching out and cupping her face gently in his hands and tipping her head so she had to meet his eyes.
“I want you, too.” The hoarse quality of his voice sounded so good, she stroked both hands down to the thicker base of his erection, circling to cup his heavy sac with her fingers.
His face darkened and he bent to press his forehead to hers. “I want to make this right, Kris. This, here, isn’t all I want. You understand that, right?”
“Yes, I understand,” she agreed quickly.
He covered her hand with his and stopped her strokes, meeting her eyes with something she couldn’t define.
“I mean this is more than hot sex in your barn, Kris. This isn’t some snowed-in sexcapade, but more.” The intensity was there, the need for her, the passion and desire was clear in his expression and body.
“Yes,” she finally whispered, wanting more too—him, right now—but unsure what else he wanted. “Now this, then we’ll…” She licked her lips, suddenly not sure what more she could give him. Right when she would have said more, he nodded and reached down to unzip her jeans, holding her hands with one of his as he did, his eyes on her so intently she pulled one free to caress his face and lean in to kiss him.
“Right now, we do this, then we’ll talk,” he said.
Talk. Oh God, why did they have to talk when every part of her body wanted him with a need so strong she was going to take him, here, in her barn? She’d only dreamed of him for years and last night he had teased her with the reality of how good it would be making love to him. Now he wanted more. But what more?
“Kristen, I need to feel you,” he murmured against her lips.
She nodded, too caught up in the warmth of his hand on her lower stomach to breathe. Slowly, watching her face, he slipped his fingers inside her panties. “Later we’ll talk. Now trust me and feel.”
She bit her lip at the passion burning in his expression. Watching her, he carefully caressed her then, keeping his eyes on her face, he gently brushed his hand over her bare mound. At the first feel of her wetness, his expression tightened. Slowly, he sank a finger inside her. The sensation of him watching her while he began stroking her was so hot she couldn’t keep in the gasp of pleasure.
A satisfied groan broke free from him and he pushed in deeper, making her want to cry—it felt so good. He narrowed his eyes, clearly as turned on as she was, but she was too mesmerised by what he was doing to do more than tighten her hold on his shoulders as the pleasure grew.
“God, you’re so wet, darling. I want to go slow but I want—”
“Robert, I’m ready,” she told him lifting on tiptoes to kiss him with all the passion boiling up inside her. He didn’t stop. He drove in and out quicker, then made her moan by adding another finger. He spread her wider with the two, then hauled her up close to his body with his grip on her butt. She couldn’t stand it. She ripped his button-down shirt open so she could press herself skin to skin with him, so on fire for him to make love to her—now—that she bit down on his chest.
“Yeah, that’s it, burn for me, Kristen.”
“I am, I am,” she whispered as soon as he broke off the kiss.
He stood there, his chest exposed revealing such tight hard muscles she rubbed against him all the way down to the hot bar of his erection then back up to run a hand over the two Band-Aids he’d put over his shoulder wound. “You’re certain you’re ready?”
“Isn’t that my line?” he asked with a tight smile. “But, oh yeah, I’m ready,” he whispered, bending to kiss her thoroughly while he worked her jeans down her hips.
She kissed every inch of him she could reach while he did and wrapped her hands around his penis to stroke the length of him. He was so hard that he hung down from his hips at an angle that thrilled her. As soon as he had her jeans past her butt he stopped and looked around the barn.
“There, right there,” he growled, picking her up with a grip under her shoulders and knees.
“Robert!”
“Hell, you’re driving me insane here, Kristen,” he said, walking over to the rack of saddles. Her heart hit her throat when he settled her back down and said, “Turn around because there’s no way I’m taking more off and chance you freezing out here half dressed.”
“Three-quarter dressed is okay then?” she teased but with a smile and turned so her butt was to him and tossed her hair out of her way so she could watch him as he urged her to lean over the leather of the nearest saddle.
His smile grew into a heart-stopping full grin. “This might get a bit wild,” he said, with such feeling that she shivered and arched her back to expose more of herself for him. He shocked her by squatting down behind her. Before she could straighten and turn around, he cupped her butt and tipped her higher and licked her.
“Oh God!” His tongue was amazing, reaching the sensitive spot sh
e had in front then right over to her clit like he had that radar he’d teased her about. Within seconds, she bent lower and gave him room then cried out again as he started licking her entrance, dipping his tongue inside her then sucking on her just perfectly. She almost climaxed. The sensation was so close she froze.
Robert didn’t. He was everywhere—everywhere she secretly wanted and needed but had never experienced before. She felt the nearness of an orgasm building its wicked path to detonation. With a deep growl, and a harder suck he licked a path of heat all the way to the curve of her butt, then kissed each cheek with another heavy groan.
“Can’t wait, damn, I’m sorry, darling, but I can’t wait,” he breathed against her, rubbing his bristled jaw on her butt. “I want to make you come like this because damn if you don’t taste sweet,” he murmured, then stood with a quick squeeze to her bottom like he couldn’t let go. “But I’m not gonna last this first time,” he warned.
“Robert, you, I want you now,” she managed taking a ragged breath of relief when his knuckles brushed her sensitive butt as he settled the head of his cock to her entrance.
“Want this to be good,” he said, bending over her so their faces were close together. He sounded so breathless and turned on. She kissed his neck and sucked along his jaw until she found his lips. The kiss grew heated, and as it did, he began feeding her his erection. The first velvety press spread her almost painfully, but she lifted her butt to thrust back for more.
“Slow down, darling. You’re so tight and small,” he muttered sounding breathless already as he kept a grip on his erection and only allowed her a little more of his size with each pass.
I’m not going to last. He went deeper on his next pass. The way he stretched her body with his felt so good, she had to bite her lip to keep from begging for more. As if knowing what she needed, he reached around between her thighs and stroked her clit on his next shallow thrust and she angled back, getting more of him. It was like he’d rammed a thick, unbendable pole inside her, he was so hard. But it felt so good, so right, she cried out his name and thrust backward.
Robert groaned and kissed her bare shoulder, still rubbing her with his fingers as he held her firmly in place for his possession. It was so masculine, so powerfully primitive being thrown over a saddle and fucked, she couldn’t keep in the moans of pleasure. He was every fantasy come to life for her—even this was beyond her ability to deny. She heard his breathless panting in her ear, felt his warm skin slide over hers, and experienced a thrill shiver down her spine, knowing he was losing control. A second later, he shoved in hard and she cried out at the shock of her first full feel of his cock deep in her pussy.
“There, that’s it,” he whispered breathlessly, holding her in place but not thrusting, not doing anything more than laying his hot body over hers while his erection branded her.
She tightened her hands on the saddle and breathed, so filled by him she couldn’t imagine ever not feeling him.
“Give us a second here, get used to me, darling, because I guarantee you this is the point of no return.” He rubbed her clit the entire time he spoke, making his words and actions a double impact that made her squirm. “Come for me, darling, you can, I know it.”
A rush of such heat followed his words that it shook her from her head to her toes. She’d never come so easily in her life, how could he want that?
“I can’t,” she cried, even though she was close, so close she had to hold her breath.
“Yes, you can.” He chuckled and circled his big arm around her waist. Before she knew what he was doing he rocked her firmly on his cock while he kept up his magic finger action going. Instantly, the beginnings of a climax rushed along her body like a wild fire and clenched her down around his penis.
“Oh, God, you’re so big,” she whispered, desperate to come. “So big,” she repeated, arching her neck on his shoulder and giving in to the power of his body. The force of her climax jerked her body, making her dig her nails into the leather stirrup and sob against the sweet smell of horses. The thickness of him filled her and forced her climaxing body higher and higher as it clenched down on every inch of him. The delicious knowledge that he held himself there for her pleasure, unmoving, just for her, and he’d keep himself there as long as she wanted, shot her into a hotter climax until she had to turn her head, seeking his warm shoulder as she cried out his name, kissing him so desperately he growled.
When she could breathe again, Robert’s heated gaze locked with hers, and she reached up and back to caress the side of his face, amazed all over again by him.
“You made me come.”
He smiled softly and tipped one eyebrow upwards. “Is that a problem?”
“No, but I might become very greedy for more,” she told him, arching her back to sink her pussy more firmly on the wonderful length of his hard erection. He pulled her upward from the saddle to lean back into his warm body with a kiss along her cheek.
“Ah, damn, you’re so tiny, Kristen,” he whispered squeezing her breasts, “everywhere but here where you’re going to drive me nuts.”
“I thought I was doing that already,” she breathed, loving how hard and stiff he still was inside her while carrying on a conversation, somewhat strained, but still he wasn’t pushing for his turn. He held back for her. The knowledge made her feel sexy and daring. “I want more, Robert, much, much more,” she added on a hot whisper against his lips. She was almost sitting on his hips like this and rubbed her butt in an up and down motion that thrust her deeper on him.
“Ah, God, your ass is so perfect,” he breathed.
She laughed and tossed her hair. “My butt is not perfect, it’s too small.”
He looked at her like she’d lost her mind, then slowly withdrew his wet erection and rubbed it right between each cheek. She squealed and would have moved, but he held her in place with a grip on her waist
“Your butt is so damn perfect I could come from just watching you jiggle it,” he said.
“Jiggle it?” she laughed then moaned when he penetrated her again, just as slowly as he had the first time, but this time he hit her body with his hips and she saw her bottom do exactly what he’d said. Heck, even she thought they looked amazingly sexy. His body more than hers, but he didn’t seem to agree. He rubbed his hands over the top of her, squeezing the rounded rise there and she sucked in a surprised breath at how hot that looked. Maybe she did have a nice butt.
“Just like this,” he told her, giving her another firm thrust so her flesh bounced.
“Oh, God, that’s good.”
He laughed sounding strained and met her eyes with such passion in his expression she wiggled her behind for him.
“Ah, baby,” he said, catching her hips to hold her still, then bent to press his face to hers as began a careful push and pull in contrast to the way he latched onto her lips. She reached back to feel his muscled stomach and dug her nails into his hip for more.
She couldn’t hold in the moan when he thrust harder. The soft sound seemed to drive his passion higher because they both broke off the kiss breathlessly driving towards something that she knew would be amazing. She bent her head lower over the saddle giving him more of her to possess. He drove in, finally filling her to the point of almost pain. He groaned and shoved in deeper, holding himself there with his sac pressed tight to her pussy as she moaned louder, another climax starting to grow close.
“Got to move this time.”
“Yes, oh yes, Robert, move.”
He pulled out and shoved back in the same way, ending with that rock of his body against hers that moved her up the saddle. She moaned again, nearly coming from it. She pushed back when he withdrew and this time he shoved in harder, pumping in and out with such long, hard strokes that the hot rush of excitement tingling along her skin nearly erupted.
“Robert, oh I’m so close,” she cried, digging her hands in the saddle and bending lower.
Immediately he started a hard, firm thrusting that ripped a soft
cry from her lips. He widened his legs on either side of hers, and added the power of his body to his punch-like strokes while he held onto her shoulders, tipping her backwards perfectly.
“Oh, God,” she whispered, on fire from the delicious friction. “Yes, like that.”
“Ah, so damn beautiful,” he groaned.
His growing urgency fed hers and without warning she burst, coming so hard she dug her nails into the saddle under her cheek and opened her mouth on a silent cry. Her legs trembled and shook.
Robert increased his pumping, panting as he rode her orgasm out, making her own breathing impossible until, with a gasp into her neck, he froze. Deep inside his cock swelled to an impossible degree. He tightened his hands on her hips and shoved in all the way. She rocked back on his thick cock, and bit down gently on his arm.
“Yeah, darling, that’s it. Kris—I’m coming,” he groaned.
Robert shuddered and his body dropped completely on hers, with his head only a breath away. She met his eyes and for long, intense moments she shared her passion with him until with a low groan he jerked upwards, tipped his head back, and jutted his hips forward to drive himself inside her. His golden muscles strained, bulging to tight hard flesh from his neck to the V at his hips. He stayed like that for long enough for her to slowly ease out of her climax until only small trembles remained and she could breathe without the fear of the pleasure disappearing.
Slowly easing, he took a deep breath and bent down to circle her in his arms and press his face to hers.
“Kristen,” he murmured sounding so breathless she kissed him.
A tear tracked down her cheek at how perfect his possession had been and how long she could have had this, him, instead of the horrible nightmare she’d experienced. If only she’d worried about herself, rather than making everyone else around her happy. If only I had stood up for what I wanted.
Robert must have tasted the tear because he lifted his head and examined her expression.
She smiled at him, not wanting to ruin this time she had with her regrets. She didn’t have to force the smile, since she was so full of happiness. Why wouldn’t she be? She’d just had amazing sex in her barn with the snow falling outside and a man that could hang the moon for her telling her that her butt was perfect. What woman in her right mind wouldn’t be smiling?