"You like what you see?"
Glen closed his eyes, tried to collect himself. He was acting like a teenager. Then, slowly, he nodded. Swallowed hard and tried to get hold of himself again.
Instead he heard clothes fall to the floor, and he felt her start to work his belt. His pulse started pounding in his ears. He had to control himself. He couldn't go off doing anything too crazy. She hadn't remotely signed up for what his body was telling him to do.
His pants came undone, and they joined her dress on the floor. Catherine enjoyed the sight of his cock, pressed out against the fabric of his boxers, and she traced a line around it.
It was a good size, long and thick. She pulled it out and wrapped her fingers around it, moving up and down the length slowly. She could see from his face that Glen was needing a little encouragement from her.
He didn't know about her past, and if she was very lucky he would never need to, but now it was going to provide some very helpful benefits. She kissed the tip softly, still moving her hand, and then used her tongue to swirl around the head. Glen shuddered.
"Jesus Christ, that feels good."
Catherine let her lips open, took a little more of him inside her mouth. She was enjoying this more than she wanted to admit to herself. The feeling of control over him, seeing how badly he wanted her to continue. How much he needed her. It was one of the best feelings in the world.
She could feel him coming closer and closer to the edge as she took him in her mouth. She could let him, if she wanted to. It wouldn't be so bad at all. But then that would be the end of it, and God—she hated to admit it, but she wanted more than that.
She pulled herself away, almost hearing the disappointment in his labored breathing. He wasn't disappointed for long. When she laid on her back, spread her knees a little, and held out a hand, he realized exactly what was going on.
He lined himself up between her thighs, rubbing the head up and down her moist slit before settling in and pressing against her. She was tight, tighter than he had expected. It almost hurt to get in.
Catherine gasped at the feeling of the intrusion. She had worried, what if she was ruined after all those favors she'd paid back for Billy. What if she wasn't going to be good for another man?
The first thrust told her that wasn't much of a concern. He started to move after a moment, and she could feel him moving in her, scraping her insides with his cock, stretching her out until she was about to explode.
He had a grip on her hips, using it to pull into her harder, stronger. Every thrust seemed to hit in just the right place, so she saw stars in her eyes. Every one of them. As she felt his thrusts starting to come faster, more erratic, she knew what was going to come next.
"Catherine," he breathed, his voice strained and hoarse. "I'm gonna—"
"Yeah," she answered. "Go ahead."
She wanted him to. She was so close, she could already feel it. If he just kept going a few more seconds, gave her just another minute of pleasure, then she would be able to finish. She felt him push inside her, harder than the last time, and her vision went white as every muscle in her body started to tense.
She felt him spasming inside her, felt the hot warmth fill her up. A feeling that she hadn't wanted to admit how much she missed.
After he'd spent himself inside her, Glen rolled off, laid down in the bed next to her. After a moment he leaned over and took a kiss from her lips.
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Catherine could see the discomfort playing out across the man's handsome features. She would have felt bad for him, maybe, if someone else were in her shoes, or if someone else were in his. A knock at the door had been a welcome surprise. Perhaps the Sheriff had finally decided to get off his ass and come out to deal with the cattle rustling.
Instead, Glen Riley was sitting on her sofa, the kids sent off to their room while she heard him explain to her why it was that he said she should get out of her own house. So the embarrassment of his situation must have been unpleasant, but not half as bad as what she was going to make him feel if the story wasn't good.
"So I was sittin' there across from—"