Cowboy

by Alexandria Hunt

  He ran his huge, rough hands up and down my back, pulling me even closer. I could hear nothing but the crackling of the fire, the soft wet sounds of our kiss, and my blood pulsing in my ears. My entire body throbbed with lust and trembled with the achingly sweet intimacy of the moment.

  I couldn’t wait any longer; I slid off the sofa and kneeled on the floor in front of him. I let my hands explore his body, rubbing up and down his lean, muscular thighs. I paused on his bulge, kneaded it quickly with the flat of my palm, and smiled when I saw him sharply draw in his breath.

  “Oh fuck, Alex,” he moaned and wrapped his fingers in my thick hair.

  I worked the top button open and pulled his zipper down, slid my hand into the opening and pulled his cock out.

  It was as glorious as I had remembered it. It was thick, almost too wide to wrap my hand around, and tall and straight. I was happy to note that Ryder had caught on to manscaping, his hair was nicely trimmed and he still went commando.

  He wiggled a little and helped him pull his jeans down a few inches. I’d thought about this moment for years, and here he was, waiting for my willing mouth.

  I leaned over and slid my tongue around the head, pausing to lick the precum at the slit. I took as much of his cock down my throat as far as I could, then slid my mouth back up the shaft, letting my tongue snake around him as I did. Ryder grasped the back of my head, his hands still tangled in my hair, and he began to rhythmically thrust against me.

  I tried to pull back when I felt his hardness pushing deeper into my mouth, I gagged slightly, but he held me tight. I was so turned on by his forceful insistence, so I relaxed my throat, dropped my hands and gripped his calves as he continued.

  My pussy was throbbing with need as he face fucked me, slid himself in and out of my mouth like he owned me. I moaned against his cock and rocked back and forth slowly, teasing my own clit, rolling my swollen pussy lips back and forth, matching Ryder’s rhythm.

  I let out a muffled cry of pleasure as he grew more and more vigorous with his thrusts. He groaned and threw his head back, his amazing body stretching out against the sofa. I was panting and losing myself to his cock when he began saying my name over and over again. I braced myself, expecting him to come, to spill his seed down the back of my throat, but he jerked back and pulled out of my mouth with a tortured groan.

  "Alex, oh god, Alex..." he looked down at me with a mixture of lust and surprise. "I'm so sorry, I got carried away, I didn’t mean to hurt you..."

  I licked my lips and looked up at him. “What on earth are you talking about? I thought you were enjoying it.”

  “Oh darlin’, you don’t know how much I was enjoying it. I just don’t want you to think I’m using you, when I come I want you to come with me. I want to fuck you, Alex, I want to make you feel good.”

  “Oh, really?” I whispered in a harsh tone, fully taken with lust again. I stood up and extended my hand to him. “Where is your bedroom? I seem to have forgotten the way.”

  Ryder

  I almost couldn’t believe it wasn’t a dream when Alex took charge, grabbed my thighs and kneeled before me as if in worship. She was so beautiful then, golden in the glow of the fire, eyes shining brightly with lust and desire, her pointed tongue sliding over her full, red lips.

  She pulled my cock free and slid it into her mouth, from the moment her lips touched my flesh, I saw fireworks, a kaleidoscope of color behind my eyes. I had to restrain myself to avoid disappointing her like I had the first time she’d ever touched me.

  We had been dating for a little over a month and were inside my truck in the midst of a pretty wild make out session. I’d been sucking her nipples, learning how to nibble and twist to elicit those sexy gasps of hers that I loved so much. She had unbuttoned my jeans awkwardly, and pulled it out, my stiff cock standing there, waiting. She hadn’t known what to do, and neither had I really, so I took her hand and guided it around my shaft. I had shown her how to slide it up and down, where to apply just the right pressure, at the cluster of nerves right under the rim, and I had lasted all of sixty seconds.

  My load had shot out of me with such force that I’d hit the steering wheel and her delighted face. She had laughed then, not mockingly, but in pure joy at the pleasure she had given me. My teenaged brain had fallen deeply in love at that moment and I had become desperate to reciprocate.

  It wouldn’t happen this time. I was bucking against her face, holding her mouth onto my cock, I could feel her gag slightly but that just made me pump harder. I knew she was enjoying herself by the look in her eyes, she had that same delight, she knew she was in control even as I held her tight.

  I could feel myself building, the pressure growing at the base of cock, and I had to stop, to pull back. I wasn’t a teenager anymore, and I knew now that I wanted her to finish first.

  It physically pained me to pull out though, my cock raged against me and I had to stand up before I lost myself in her hot, sucking mouth again. I grabbed her hand with desperate desires, and at her request, showed her the way to my bedroom.

  Alex

  I smiled as his face lit up with lust and anticipation. He took my hand and led me to his bedroom; we’d passed by it on our earlier house tour. I think we both didn’t want to acknowledge the fact that we’d be here a short time later.

  The room was Spartan but well appointed with solid wood furnishings. The king sized four poster bed beckoned me, and I began to tremble as realization struck.

  I was about to make love to Ryder again, the man who had never left my heart, the man I’d wanted all along.

  I had been thinking about this moment for so many years now, but never allowing myself the hope that I would actually end up here, so many emotions clashed inside of me that I couldn’t keep track.

  I felt vulnerable, like an open wound, and yet so powerful now that I commanded the heart and attention of a man like Ryder. He grabbed me and pulled me close again, kissing me with more urgency and familiarity than before.

  He started to undress me as I worked on unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. I ran my hands along his torso, marvelling at the sculpted flesh. His body was authentic, hard earned through work, not built up through a gym. I hadn’t understood the significance of this until now; his body was like the rest of him, honest and vital.

  We were both stripped naked before we knew it, our bodies revealed to each other after so long.

  I still shivered in the cooling night air and Ryder picked me up gently in his arms and carried me to the bed. I pulled back the covers and slid down between the sheets, he reached to turn off the lights but I said, “No, you can leave it on. I’m not eighteen anymore. I’m not that shy girl you used to know. I want to see you, all of you.”

  He smiled and nodded, touching my face gently with the back of his hand, brushing a strand of hair away. He then climbed into the bed next to me, I was heady with the scent of him, it surrounded me and engulfed my senses.

  He started to stroke my body, tracing his fingers slowly along my flesh, following the curves of me, teasing me and drinking in the sight of me.

  Ryder leaned down and began to follow his finger with his tongue, I leaned back and felt his touch on my body like a fire. He was waking parts of me that I thought were dead, parts I associated with my old life here, joy and a rushing sense of rightness, like I was made to be here with him.

  I felt his fingers slide towards my soaking wet cleft, felt him seeking my clit so he could become the center of my universe, my entire focus as he slowly had me moving under his touch.

  He pressed his thumb firmly on my sensitive clit and pushed two fingers inside of me. His thumb circled gently, slowly, while his fingers thrust in and out of me, putting a deliberate pressure against my upper wall with each movement.

  “Come for me, darlin’,” Ryder rasped. “I can feel your cunt tight on my fingers, come for me.”

  I gasped and tried not to wiggle with the pleasure of it all. Ryder leaned in low to kiss
my mons, to slide his tongue where his thumb had been. His fingers began to move faster now, as his tongue flicked and licked my button.

  I was riding a wave of lust and love now, I felt helpless upon the movement of it, washing back and forth with each thrust of his fingers. I slowly began to build towards my peak, the top of the roller coaster I was on, I took one final deep breath and all time stopped.

  For a moment only. Less than a second. I was awash in pure bliss, with raw pleasure of my nerve endings coming to life and neurons firing in my brain. A moment later I was crying out his name and rushed down the other side in a great flood of emotion and release.

  I shuddered and grabbed his head pulling him up to me. I craved him near me, I needed him holding me in this shared moment.

  “Kiss me,” I exhaled with a rough voice. “I need you.” I cupped his face and kissed him deeply, tasting myself salty and sweet on his tongue. He moaned quietly and I felt his hard cock jump against my leg, eager for the feel of me.

  I rolled away from Ryder and pulled him with me, onto me. I guided his cock towards my heat and enveloped the head, desperate to have him inside of me.

  Ryder paused for a moment, leaned down, looked me in the eye and said, “I want to remember this moment, this exact moment. I want to see your face as it is right now as my last memory on earth. I love you Alex, I’ve always loved you.”

  At that, he pushed himself deep into me, sinking his full length inside, splitting me open with his girth. I grasped his back and could feel muscles moving under his skin, rhythmically tensing as he entered me again and again.

  I wrapped my long legs around his, pulling him deeper, wanting our bodies to melt together in this shared ecstasy.

  “I love you too,” I whispered in his ear, gently biting the lobe. He exhaled sharply and went faster, harder. “I’ve thought about you constantly. I’ve wanted this for years; I’ve known for years that this is where I belong. With you, with you inside of me, inside my heart, inside my body.”

  I threw my head back and my body tensed up, I could feel my orgasm building again, about to break free. He looked down at me and I looked up at him. The intensity almost broke me right then. His voice was rough and he rasped, “Come with me, come for me darlin’.”

  I felt myself at the edge then, about to tip over again, waiting for his moment so we could slide over the edge together.

  I felt his cock swell inside of me, his body tense up and his hand cup the back of my head, lifting me up to him.

  I heard him throatily whisper my name, I exhaled his name as we both fell into each other, flowing and encircling one another with our love, our sex.

  I heard nothing but my pulse in my ears as Ryder held me close, my pussy still throbbing and clenching with the ecstasy of our mutual pleasures. I wanted to hold this moment in my mind forever.

  After some time like that, Ryder rolled off of me, pulling me with him so my head rested on his chest, and his arms wrapped around me. I could hear the beating of his heart and his steady breath as he slowed into sleep. I sighed, smiled, and let myself drift away with him.

  Ryder

  I woke too early in the morning out of habit. As I swam up from my dream, the reality of my situation hit me. I rolled over, rested on one arm and looked at Alex. She was in my bed, after all these years in my head, she was here, glowing in the morning light.

  I traced her collarbone and leaned over to listen to her breath, to inhale the scent of her. I watched the dust motes dance in the air above her body, saw the fine hairs of her arm illuminated by the sunlight. I wondered if I was present inside of her somewhere, in a dream or memory.

  I slowly ran my finger down to her breast, sensuously circling the nipple and watched it pucker. I took in the wonderment of her body, settling my hand on her hip as her eyes fluttered open and she smiled.

  “Oh hey, cowboy,” she said, her voice still thick with sleep. “What time is it?”

  “It’s early, darlin’. Don’t worry yourself, just relax,” I told her. I slid my hand towards her mound, covering it and marvelling at how it fit there perfectly as if made for me.

  I rubbed her down there, smoothing the shortly trimmed hair and felt the soft velvet of where her lips came together. I slid my finger between them, finding wetness and warmth and I quickly became slick with her juices.

  Her eyelids fluttered and she sighed, moving her hips so I could better reach her. I was overcome with emotion as she opened herself up to me, becoming vulnerable for me. I wanted to protect her, save her from harm, the world, from sadness. I understood then that I was too far gone to let her go, if she ran from me again, I would have to follow her this time. I would have no choice.

  I kept sliding my finger inside her cleft, gathering speed as she moaned and sighed beneath me. Her face was calm, her eyes closed, but her heart was fluttering in her chest and her hips began to thrust with my rhythm, pushing against my finger.

  I slipped inside of her, she gasped and pushed herself harder onto me. She was wetter and warmer now, I slid two more fingers in, masturbating her with half my hand. I leaned down to watch my fingers enter her, her swollen lips opening to allow me entry, folding around me and swallowing me hungrily.

  Her eyes were open when I looked up, I saw her head was lifted from the pillow and she was gripping the sheets, gasping and panting my name.

  “You feel incredible,” I said, and noted the flicker of her pussy clenching on my fingers at the sound of my voice. “I love you, Alex. I love making you feel good, you look so beautiful when you come.”

  She shuddered, her hips lifting off the bed and her pussy clenching harder around my fingers as she finally came, screaming my name in panting moans.

  My hand was soaking wet and I could feel the aftershocks of her orgasm twitching and spasming. I withdrew my fingers slowly as her body relaxed; she stretched out, like a satisfied cat, and closed her eyes again.

  “I could get used to waking up like that,” she smiled smugly.

  “I could get used to being your alarm clock,” I chuckled. I wiped my hand on the sheets and slid up to spoon her, falling asleep with her hair in my face and her scent on my fingers.

  Alex

  Bright light and the smell of coffee brewing woke me later that morning. I stretched lazily and smiled when I remembered everything that had happened the previous night. I snuggled under the comforter and listened to Ryder putter around his kitchen.

  I could hear him singing to himself, but couldn’t make out the song. I closed my eyes and drank in the sensation of being in his home and knowing that I was now in his life. I finally rolled over and looked at the clock and jerked fully awake when I saw that it was past nine. I leapt out of bed and scrambled to find my clothes.

  “Now this is a beautiful sight,” Ryder chuckled from the door. “But you aren’t planning on pulling a hump and dump are you?”

  He looked refreshed, relaxed, and unbelievably hot wearing red checked flannel lounge pants with no shirt. I couldn’t help but gaze lecherously at his broad chest and rippled abs.

  I could easily see him gracing the pages of a magazine, and that led to my thought about pulling the string on the front of the pants, loosening them up and... dammit, I didn’t have time for this!

  “Of course not, it’s just that I’m late for work at your parents’, if you remember,” I replied and continued to dig through his bedding looking for a pair of missing panties.

  “Don’t worry darlin’, I already called and gave them the head’s up that you’re not going to make it in today,” he said, stripping off his pants and wrapping me in his arm, carrying me back to bed. “I called your parents too, to let them know you’re okay.”

  “No, don’t tell me that!” I exclaimed and tried to push myself up off the mattress. “Now our parents will know what we did! Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed.” I hated the thought of them knowing about this, our sex.

  “Alex, like you said, we aren’t eighteen anymore... they can handle it. Now
let’s see if we can get you out of the few clothes you managed to get on,” he said with a lazy smile and dipped down to kiss me. His mouth stopped my protests with a hard kiss, his hands finding my bra and unhooking it expertly. My breasts peeked out and he cupped them tenderly and I smiled, falling back onto the bed. I couldn’t possibly say no to this, it looked like it was going to be a fantastic day.

  By noon, we had to admit that we needed something to keep us going. I grabbed one of Ryder’s tee shirts and pulled it on over the panties I had finally found under the edge of the nightstand sometime during our morning activities. Ryder looked me up and down approvingly and said, “You are so beautiful Alex, I had forgotten how much.”

  I blushed red hot and smiled, I felt beautiful when he said it. “Thank you,” I replied, “but I’m afraid you’ll be looking at a corpse if you don’t feed me soon.”

  He laughed at that, took me by the hand and led me downstairs to the kitchen. I was amazed at how much my appetite had returned since coming back to this small town, and now after being with Ryder again, I could probably eat a whole roast beef on my own.

  I sat on a barstool at the kitchen island while he prepared us something to eat. He was humming under his breath and stopping occasionally to kiss me. I sipped my black coffee and slowly felt the caffeine restoring my energy.

  I watched him in the bright afternoon light, taking note of a few silver strands in his dark hair and wondered for a moment where my life had gone. Why had I ever wanted to run from this? Had I even ever enjoyed my life in the city?

  “What’s that look for, Alex?” Ryder asked, sounding slightly nervous.

  “What do you mean?” I replied

  “You look far away,” he said and paused in his cooking. “Like you’re ready to run again.”