Orion's Belt - A Dark Sci-Fi Western Romance

Orion is a master of many things, and now he is the master of me, drawing his shaft slowly down the length of my slit until the head of his rod presses against my ravaged entrance and slides once more inside me, filling me with a long, smooth stroke which makes me cry out my lust and wrap as many of my limbs about him as I can manage, trying to pull him deeper, wanting him to make me fuller.

“Greedy girl,” he chides with that sexy smile, covering my mouth with his kiss as he reaches down with both hands, takes hold of my hips in a possessive grasp, and begins to pound inside me, his strokes smooth, but strong.

I knew he was strong. I felt him restraining himself at first, but now he is unleashing his full power on me, pounding inside me, every stroke making my tender walls stretch in submission. I am caught in his passion, consumed by him as he grunts and growls, his body rolling over me with the rough motion his hips and back make, until I scream with the building pleasure which seems to be drawn from every cell in my body, extracted from some secret reservoir of desire.

Has this capacity been inside me all along, just waiting for a rough outlaw who knew how to break the lock open and unleash it on me? My toes curl, I pant and sweat and buck my hips and I think I am going crazy with the wildness of lust, swept up in the same madness which makes one of his hands leave my hips and fist my hair, holding me in a tight grasp as he pounds me to completion, our mutual climaxes breaking over one another as my pussy grips him with pulsing desperation and he slams inside me so deep I feel he will never be able to pull free, his warmth bathing my insides.

“Hell,” he curses, pulling free, hot white seed flowing from his cock, splashing over my sex, leaving me marked with his desire. “Are you okay?”

I feel weak, but I am more than okay. I am lying in the wild, thoroughly ravaged, totally taken by the outlaw who just a few days ago was whipping me on a seedy saloon bed. But there’s nothing seedy about this. This feels… perfect.

“I’m good,” I smile. “I’m really very good.”

“Good,” he says, flashing a heartbreakingly sexy smile at me. I feel my pussy clench and I know nothing is ever going to be the same. I’ve been tuned to his frequency, and he can now turn me on with a flicker of his dark brow.

“You thirsty? I’m thirsty,” he says, dropping a kiss on my forehead. He grabs a water skin and brings it back, letting me have the first sip. My throat is dry. My entire body is tingling. I am wet between my thighs where his seed and my own feminine essence has mixed. I will need to swim to clean myself, though I don’t know if I want to wash his scent off me.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” he says.

I feel cold air rush in. I was floating on a euphoric cloud, but suddenly I am keenly aware of the world around me, and the man who I just gave my innocence to, the one who is now speaking to me in a voice that is too clear. What happened to the lust driven growls? The soft moans? He is talking as though he can think, and I do not like that. His tone alone feels like a rejection of everything we just did.

“It doesn’t?”

I feel as though all the air has gone out of me, but I try to keep the smile on my face.

“Doesn’t change the plan. Not unless you want it to.”

“Do you want it to?”

“Well,” he says, scratching the back of his head. “I reckon you’d make a fine bride, but you’re wanting to head off planet, aren’t you?”

From feeling absolute misery at the idea he might not want me, to being overwhelmed at the prospect of being married to an outlaw, my emotions swing wildly, leaving me speechless.

“I.. erm…”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he says, kissing me again. “It’s late. Get some sleep. We’ll ride again in the morning.”

He lays down next to me and by some trick of male magic is almost immediately asleep, leaving me lying awake, staring at the stars, and wondering how it is possible to feel so perfectly fulfilled and utterly miserable at the same time.

Chapter Six

Orion

I said the sex didn’t mean anything, but it meant everything. Truth is, I can’t look at Josie without feeling an overwhelming love rush through every part of my body. I’ve never loved any woman before. I thought I had, but the little sparks of feeling I had before are nothing compared to this cascading need to keep claiming Josie over and over again.