by C. R. Moss
Grasping her wrists, he secured them above her head and held them steady. “Naked, darlin’.” Within seconds, he had her stripped down to her red bra and panties. “Mmmm… nice. Very nice, city girl.”
Without looking away, he took off his shirt, pants, and boxers, displaying in her opinion, and the way the light reflected off his lower torso, a nice ten inches or more. No, more like fourteen inches and growing!
They slipped into the bag, leaving it only partially zipped. He worked her out of her bra, roaming his hand hungrily over her breasts and finding the hard buds of her protruding nipples. He tweaked the receptive skin with his thumb and forefinger shooting a stream of hot pleasure pulsating through every limb of her body.
She groaned deeply when he lowered his head. His lips hovered above hers. “I want to suck and lick your tits.”
“Okay,” she whimpered.
A low growl followed by a short chuckle sounded, this time from him. “I wasn’t asking.”
She froze. Her stubborn emotions combated in a death struggle with the desire sweeping through every one of her sensitized limbs. He should have asked, at least that’s what her controlling spirit was spewing. She wasn’t used to forceful. Not from any man. But then he was so different, not like any other man she’d ever known.
While she played mental roulette, his mouth covered her right nipple making her moan. She opened her mouth, relishing in the skillful thrust of his tongue against her nipple. Someone yelled out more, and she realized through her desire induced coma it was her. She was screaming out for him as a deep primal hunger filled her.
Damon gave her nipple one last lick, moved down her body, spreading her legs with his knees. Moving up, he slanted his mouth over hers never once relinquishing the stroking magic he performed with his fingertips the entire way to the entrance to her pussy beneath her panties. “Now I’m going to ask a question, darlin’. Do you want me to touch this area of you that is so wet for me?”
Another moan. Obviously, she couldn’t hide the dampness pooled between her legs if she’d wanted to.
“Well do you?” He prodded gently, petting the wiry hairs.
“I…. Yes, yes.”
“Yes, what?”
The pressure in her core inflamed her, made her want to flip his body over and ride him all night long. “Yes, please touch me.”
Her gasp turned into a slow humming moan as he sat up and the sleeping bag’s cover fell away. He slipped the thin sheath of underwear material down her legs. His mouth descended between her legs. Raking his tongue against the hot flesh, he licked and probed where the ache was the greatest. Heat like an inferno engulfed her as his tongue circled her clit, delved into the hidden depths. Overcome with dire need for him, she arched, writhing in wordless babbling, hoping she didn’t sound like some sex crazed lunatic, but beyond caring if she did. Damon yanked her closer, pulling her legs around his back, his tongue moving in long steady strokes.
She was about to explode, the orgasm ready to snap. “I… I…”
He stopped licking her pussy, gazed up at her, the dark heat in his eyes paralyzing. “You what, darlin’?”
A low moan slipped past her lips. “I feel so good.”
Damon reached for his jeans and slipped a small square package from the wallet in the back pocket. “I want to make you feel better. Are you ready to make love to me, Bristol?”
She had one straightforward reply for his question. “Yes, Damon. I’m ready.”
“Then ask me the words.”
“Make love to me, Damon. Make it last all night long.”
He ripped the top of the condom rapper open and quickly slid the rubber over his dick.
In the next moment, he hovered over her, holding her legs apart, his cock pushing at her entrance. With his lips securely over hers, he lowered his hips. Nice and slow. The rock hard tip pushed once. Her loins contracted with excruciating delight. The second thrust had her moaning into his mouth as his width filled her completely. The third thrust and he was masked deep inside the folds of her body.
“You feel so good,” he whispered, pumping gently once, then a second and third time. “Relax, darlin’. Loosen your muscles. Let me love you like you deserve.”
Euphoria swept through her body and filled her with great passion. Each thrust he made built her levels of desire higher, until finally the climax forbidden to her for so long, shook her body to the core. She tightened her arms around him. Closing her eyes, she relaxed into the contractions moving through her body. And when she thought they were finished, Damon pumped his body again, sending the climax hurling back through her limbs.
She screamed as the peak climbed. Another deep grind of Damon’s body intensified the contractions. When she opened her eyes, Damon’s gaze screamed desire. His sandy locks fell around his face, his expression sheer lustful satisfaction as he watched with apparent enjoyment the last tremor of climax tighten her body.
“You my darlin’, are so beautiful.”
In the blink of an eye, everything tilted, and she was on top of him. His cock still buried deep inside her, slowly becoming ready for round two.
“Show me how much you want me, Bristol.”
Full of obliging desire, she pressed against him as he cupped her waist with his hands, and rocked beneath her. Sitting up, he pressed her hips to his with one arm, and with the other he balanced her. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he latched onto her breast, kissing, licking and sucking it until finally he bit it, sending her into another wave of a climax.
In the midst of their sex-induced magic, Damon let out a guttural moan. The shudder of his body moved in time through hers to join her clenching climax.
Sexually fulfilled, but exhausted, she fell onto his body. He rolled her underneath him, then tucked her securely against him. Spooning her nice and tight, he whispered in his sexy southern drawl, “I could get used to this, to you, Bristol.”
She get used to him, too. But this was just a weekend. Monday it would all come to an end. At least they still had tonight, all night, and Sunday.
Damon’s steady breath caressed her ear. “Oh shit.” He pulled out and moved away.
That’s when she felt the warm and sticky liquid running down her leg. Bristol sprang up, and turned to face him just as he was sliding the destroyed condom from his cock. “It’s in pieces.”
The wet and sticky sensations brought on an entirely new meaning. It wasn’t her juices roaming inside her. It was their juices.
A shocked look settled on his face. “Bristol, I’m sorry. I’ve never had this happen.” He gazed at the condom as if he thought it would speak to him. “Are you on the pill or anything else?”
Bewildered, she didn’t reply right away, just stared at him. Then reality took center stage. She’d never had to use anything with her ex-husband because she couldn’t get pregnant do to her endometriosis. Her doctor said it would take a miracle for her to get pregnant, so no worries.
She blinked. “Damon, I’m not on any birth control. I can’t get pregnant due to medical reasons.”
A relieved expression moved across his face, then one of concern. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. There is always adoption if I decide I want a child.” A tinge of regret and sadness pierced her gut, but she wasn’t sure if the feeling was the reality that she was barren, or that Damon seemed utterly relieved by her news.
“Very true. So, let’s get back to where we were.” He had her in his arms and into spooning heaven, stopping her from saying another word. “How about a peanut butter sandwich?”
Peanut butter sandwich. Suddenly visions of boys sitting around eating sandwiches talking about whatever boys talk about at different stages of their lives flashed across her mind’s display. She wanted to know so much more about him, about his life, his dreams. But time was running out. Soon she would be back on her own turf, doing what she was born to do. Playing parts that made other people happy.
He nibbled her ear. The war
mth of his lips cocooned her. “Let’s share a sandwich, then we can continue where we left off.”
She smiled, rubbed her backside against his groin. “And so, the show must go on.”
“And so it shall, my fair Bristol, and so it shall.”
They shared a sandwich, then slipped back between the folds of the sleeping bag. Content for what felt like the first time in her life, she reached for his hand and touched the warm rugged skin. Automatically, as if they’d been lovers forever, he wrapped his hand around hers and squeezed.
Outside the cozy cave, birds sang a duet. Wind whistled through the canyon. Too perfect. Bristol would remember this weekend always. The man beside her, forever.
They most likely would have screwed through the rest of the afternoon into the evening if Damon hadn’t taken a call. During it, he promised Dakota he would make sure Bristol attended Allison’s bachelorette party. They dressed, cleaned up and left the love shack.
An hour before they had to be at the lodge, Damon popped by his house for a change of clothes. Then he stopped at Bristol’s cabin were they showered and dressed for the occasion.
She’d just buttoned her red blouse when Damon popped his head in the bathroom. “You ready, darlin’?”
“I’m ready. Just let me grab my shoes.”
Tonight she planned to wear her red and black sandals since they went rather nicely with her denim mini-skirt. She finished her last minute preparations and headed toward the main room shutting the bathroom door behind her.
Damon stood by the opened front door looking fine in his stone-washed jeans, white shirt and cowboy boots. “You look beautiful, my fair Bristol. Good enough to eat.”
“You can do that later,” she whispered as she slid past him and out the front door.
“Bet your sweet little ass I’ll be doing that later, and much, much more.”
They’d reached the lodge and found their seats when Allison arrived. Cassie, Dakota were chit-chatting at a table, though they didn’t look too happy, and when Cassie came over to talk to her, she tried to find out what the problem was between the two with little luck. After a conversation in which she talked mostly about her life in New York, Cassie went back to Dak.
Damon had just returned from the bar with two beers when the event planner, Roxy, announced she needed everyone’s attention. The room grew quiet as the kitchen doors swung open and Miguel appeared pushing a cart with a cake on the shelf.
He’d wheeled the cart past Bristol, and she caught sight of the pink dessert. She was sure it was the three beers and two Jack Daniels shots prior to Miguel’s arrival that made her react like she did. “It’s a penis. A penis cake. I want my own penis.”
Damon’s beer stopped mid-way to his mouth. He probably would have replied had she given him ample time. She didn’t and instead started babbling. Again. “Damon, look. It’s a dick cake. I want a piece of dick.”
“Darlin’, I’m flattered, but right here, right now? What will your friend think?”
Allison laughed, then in turn the rest of the ladies chimed in.
Miguel pushed the cake to the middle of the floor where Allison stood in waiting. Roxy hit the DVD player and a sexy burlesque melody sounded as the bride danced around the cake. When the song was finished, she sliced into the decadent treat with gusto.
Bristol almost finished her fourth beer when Allison placed the head of the cock in front of her. Drunk and feeling no pain Bristol scooped up a finger full of the butter cream frosting and sucked it into her mouth.
Roxy plopped a gift bag on the table beside her. “Here ya go. Didn’t want you to miss out on the goodies.”
Damon reached for the bag. “What do we have here?”
He buried his hand deep inside, then pulled out a huge pink vibrator. Laughing, he showed the toy to Bristol.
“Yours is much nicer,” she promised very loud and straight-forward. She hadn’t realized how her comment on the dildo carried until she caught sight of the many wide-eyed stares considering her. “Well, his is nicer.” She made sure to address everyone in the near vicinity.
By this time, the room was howling. Miguel started serving the coffee, and Damon excused himself to the restroom. Bristol couldn’t help but admire his body as he walked across the floor. His jeans fit him so nicely, especially around his butt. Not too tight, or loose, but just right.
She went to the buffet table to gather a few packets of sugar and returned to the table to find Damon waiting for her. A contemplative look shone in his face. He pushed the chair toward her with tip of his boot, and she plopped down. “Have you had enough bachelorette fun?”
Bristol reached for his hand, tucked it comfortably between hers. “I want to go back to the love shack and fuck. I mean sex. No, what I mean is have lots of sex. With you and me.” She really needed to stop drinking as well as speaking. Soon.
A sly grin slid across his face. His eyes sparkled with lust. “With you I like make love. It sounds better for you and me.” He leaned in close to her, his breath warmed her cheek. “Tell me again how you would like to take me back to the cave and have sex with me.”
Was it the booze that had her inhibitions running wild and free, had her saying things she couldn’t have ever imagined coming from her mouth? Plain and simple, she wanted the fuck part, not just the making love that consisted of gentle and boring. “I want you to fuck me, Damon. You’ve been kind and gentle, but I want more with you, I want so much more. I want the animal in you to release the animal that I know is somewhere inside me waiting for the right man to set it free. And it’s not the booze talking it’s me, the real me.”
His lips touched her hand. “The booze may have pushed you a bit, but I do believe the vixen in you is ready to shine. I’m going to set that animal inside you free, darlin’. I promise.”
During the drive, then short walk back to the cave, Damon held Bristol’s hand. They’d made it back in forty-five minutes with their scattered stops to kiss, grope each other, and Damon removing most of her clothes.
They came to a halt at the ladder.
“Stop.” Damon put his hands on her hips, and caged her between him and the ladder. His lips covered hers as his hands slid the last article of clothing she wore, her underwear, down her legs. Once the panties hit the ground, she stepped out of them, and he lifted her to sit on the third step of the ladder, spreading her legs with his knee.
A primal passion filled Bristol to the point she felt like she was drowning. She put her arms around his neck and placed her lips against his.
His finger found its way into her pussy. Slowly, he slid the finger in and out. The cicadas took up their nightly song as the desert night breeze brought her nipples to attention. He inserted a second finger inside her and moved his lips to her neck, sucking the area below her earlobe.
A nice hickey would probably await her in the morning. Hopefully several. “Take me, Damon,” she ordered in a husky voice, unbuttoning his shirt. “Take me out here in nature.”
“You sure? It’s only a little ways into the privacy of the cave, darlin’.”
She nodded. “I want you. I want to feel you inside me now out here in the open. We can get it on in the cave after.”
“Your wish is my command. Like I’ve said before here on the Double D, we aim to please.” He stepped back, pulled his wallet from his pants, removed a condom from it, then tossed the leather accessory to the ground. In mere seconds, he had his shirt off, jeans undone and at his feet, his cock out and sheathed by the latex and inside her.
Bristol wrapped her legs around him and gripped his shoulders. Somehow it was like she was breaking the law, the way she stood out here in the moonlit darkness making love to Damon against the backdrop of the open desert, and the mere thought or their indiscretion warmed her body to the core. Each thrust caused her breath to exhale in a ragged pant. She enjoyed the feel of him against her skin, his skin’s satiny texture under where clothes covered him, the roughness where they didn’t. She loved how he f
illed her both physically and emotionally.
Bit by bit, the vestiges of her primness chipped away. He bent his back, his mouth heading for her chest. She groped a breast, held it up in offering to him. Damon latched onto the nipple.
Through half opened lids, she gazed out at the stunning light pattern of the city miles away down below, like twinkling stars on the valley floor surpassing the beauty of the ones in the vast Nevada night sky. He’d told her that from here on a clear day it was possible to see the West Rim of the Grand Canyon. She hoped the city’s haze would disappear before she left so she could see that marvel for herself. He also mentioned a neighboring ranch ran a mock up of a Wild West town for tourists wanting to experience what life was like back in the day and said it was haunted. Another place she wouldn’t mind checking out if there was time before she went home.
Before I go home. It was going to be hard to leave the wild beauty of the southwest, the enchanted land her lover called home. It was going to be hard to leave him. But she wouldn’t, couldn’t, think of that now. Once again, his touches and kisses and deft strokes with his cock brought her to the height of passion that until this weekend she had only read about in books.
She raked his back and shoulders with her nails as she came, feeling every bit the woman she was meant to be. Then when Damon shouted her name and it echoed several times, growing quiet over the distance it traveled, she smiled. The wound John had caused closed, healed by Damon’s love.
Chapter Thirteen
Sunday morning came fast. Bristol opened her eyes and breathed in the smell of fresh coffee brewing. She blinked a few times to focus, then caught a glimpse of Damon putting bread in the small toaster on the old coffee table a few feet from their make-shift bed. He was shirtless, his tan chest a beautiful morning distraction. A warm sensation swarmed her face when she recognized the rather large scratch marks across his back. Surprised at the remnants remaining from their great sex outside and inside the cave, she bit her lip so she didn’t sigh too loudly.