Western Widows

"Let's make sure you're ready," he said after an unknown duration, his hand dipping between my legs. His head was just inches above mine, our breaths mingling. He used his knee to spread me wide and watched his hand. The slightest of touches left heat in its wake and when he slipped a finger inside me, I arched off the bed. The intensity of the feeling was nothing like I'd ever felt before, even more incredible than what he'd done to my nipples and that had been...blissful.

"Liam, this is...it's...yes, right there!"

I couldn't help the exclamation nor the way my knees fell open for him, offering him even easier access to my body and letting him do whatever it was he was doing. Some kind of curl with his finger deep inside me had me crying out.

"Like this?" he asked, his mouth on my neck, kissing me, then moving lower to nip at my shoulder. It was as if he couldn't keep his mouth off of me, wanting to taste my skin.

I could only nod as the pleasure built and built until it burst, colors bright behind my eyelids as the pleasure overwhelmed me. It hadn't been hard for me to come—as he'd called it—again as I'd never really recovered from the last time. I'd had to shift and shimmy in Liam's lap as he played with my breasts, tugged and painfully worked my untried nipples until I couldn't take the pleasure any longer.

Now I knew. Knew what to expect, knew I wanted it again. Needed it. Needed Liam to give it to me.

Before I could even catch my breath, I felt Liam's hard length replace his fingers at my womanhood, the broad head nudging the entrance. I could hear my wetness as he slipped over my folds and pushed in. As he slowly filled me, I opened my eyes and met his.

"Liam," I whispered, my body hot and tense and needy all at once. Fully seated, his hips bumped against mine and we were one.

Holding himself up with his forearms, he ran a hand over my brow. "You're mine, Charlotte." His voice was like gravel. "Say it."

I saw the earnestness, the fierceness of his words. There wasn't just Liam and Charlotte anymore. We weren't two separate people, we were one. Joined not only by God, but now by body as well. The connection went deeper than his...cock. It was there in his gaze, in his voice, his soft caress. I may have been married to Richard, but I belonged to Liam.

"I'm yours."

Liam's eyes widened at the words, as if he didn't believe I'd ever say them. Pulling back, he slipped almost completely out of me before thrusting deep. I cried out at the lush, slick feel of him moving within me. "Again," he said, moving in and out at a faster, more intense pace.

"I'm yours." My eyes slipped closed, my back arched off the bed as he took me. What Richard had done was rut, using my body for his pleasure. When Liam took my leg and lifted it so my ankle rested on his shoulder and worked himself in me, he was playing my body as if it were a musical instrument, finding the right notes to make the perfect music. It was on one expert thrust that I came again, this time the pleasure was so sharp, so intense that my inner walls clenched down on Liam's length, holding him, pulling him deeply inside me. I couldn't catch my breath. I couldn't do anything but savor the tingling, blissful wave of pleasure Liam elicited from my body.

Lowering my leg, he came up on his hands and took me. There was no other word for it. He was lost in his own need now, his own pleasure, having seen to mine not once, not twice, but three times. His hips rammed into mine with a vigor that had me moving across the bed. The sound of slapping flesh, of my slick, wet arousal filled the air. The ripe tang of our joining was strong. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered except Liam. I lifted my hips in time with his thrusts, learning how I could shift so he filled me so the broad head of his cock bumped my womb. Liam's back arched as he held himself deeply embedded, his cock swelling as he groaned, his hot seed filling me, my inner walls still clenching, sucking him in and trying to keep him there. His eyes were squeezed shut, his jaw clenched closed, his neck tense and corded. He looked as if in pain instead of the intense pleasure I knew he felt.

Once recovered, he rolled onto his back with a loud sigh, pulling me along with him so I lay on top of him, still connected in the most elemental of ways. I felt his thick seed drip hotly from me even with him still fully inside. There was no question I'd been well claimed. I fell asleep in the warmth of Liam's arms as I listened to his heart beat slow, his breaths settle. At peace.

CHAPTER FIVE

LIAM

We were both insatiable. Once I'd recovered from that first fuck, I'd pulled Charlotte up my body so I could kiss her. There was no need for words, for I'd broken down any barriers of embarrassment or insecurity. It was clear with every kiss, every breathy pant, every stroke of her hand that Charlotte was as eager as I. My cock had remained hard and there was no delay in my readiness for her. I just had to help her sit astride me, awareness filling her eyes as I filled her completely.

"Ride me, love," I said, my hands on her hips.

Lifting up on her knees, she came off my cock almost completely, then slid back down.

"Mmm, Liam, I like this," she said, her words slow and languid.

I lifted my hands to cup her breasts—I couldn't resist them—as she rode me. It wasn't until she found her rhythm and I had to grip the quilt at my sides to prevent me from gripping her hips and moving her as I wanted. This was her moment to use me, to impale herself on my cock and use it as a tool to come. It didn't take long, for either of us. I just had to watch her breasts sway and bounce as she used me to have my balls drawing up close to my body, the orgasm building at the base of my spine. I knew she was close because her walls started to clamp down on me, trying to keep me deep within all the while pulling up, then down. A sheen of perspiration coated her silky skin, her hair matted to her brow.

"You're going to come, aren't you, love?" I asked, my voice hoarse.

"Yes!" she cried as she slammed down onto me and screamed, her body clenching me tight. Her hands came up to her breasts and lifted them, squeezing them in her grip to pull as much pleasure from her body as she could get. Once she started to come down from her pleasure, I gripped her hips and lifted and lowered her to my own tempo, setting off my own release within a few strokes. She was too hot, too tight, too wet, too fucking alluring to hold back. Come shot from my cock in thick pulses, over and over until she was overflowing, my seed seeping out and down onto me.

A thought cooled my ardor. "Charlotte," I said, my voice hoarse.

"Mmm?" she asked, pushing her long hair away from her face, a sated smile on her lips.

"Could you be with child?" It had been three months since Richard died, since the last time they could have come together, but Charlotte would know if she was expecting. It would be too soon for me to tell, although her breasts were lush and her hips and waist soft and supple. It was possible for her to have a babe in her belly.

Her demeanor changed as if I'd dunked her into a cold stream. Her pale eyes met mine as she shook her head. "No. No baby."

"You're sure?" I asked. "You weren't married long, but it certainly would be possible. I know you aren't a virgin."

"I'm sure. I bled two weeks ago."