Western Widows

A hint of panic flared in her eyes. I'd assumed Caruthers probably rutted into her at night, his heavy weight smothering her, most likely her nightdress crumpled about her waist as he did so. I doubted he ever gave her an orgasm. I wouldn't ruin our first time together with thoughts of that bastard haunting her.

She shook her head. "No. I need you to tell me what to do."

Besides having her corset exposed, she was completely covered, modest even, considering we were about to fuck. I ached to rip the dress from her body, kiss her plump lips, but patience would be in my favor.

I gripped the base of my cock in my fist, stroked it as I spoke. My need for her was almost painful.

"Take off your drawers."

She paused, considering, then turned her back. She reached beneath her dress to work the garment from her body. The action thrust out her ass toward me and I stifled a groan. When she stood and turned back around, I crooked my finger. "Come over here and straddle me."

She crawled onto the bed, tossed a knee over me, then adjusted her skirts so she was positioned over my thighs so I could continue to pump my hand just thinking that there was only a bunched up dress in the way of my cock sinking into her pussy.

"See that," I said, looking at the clear fluid seep from the slit. "I'm ready for you. Are you wet, sweetheart?"

A line formed between her eyebrows. "Wet?"

"Your pussy. Slip your hand under your dress and tou

ch yourself."

"You won't touch me?" she asked, biting her lip with worry. "Turn me beneath you?"

My hand stilled on my cock. Slowly, I lifted my hands over my head and grabbed the decorative filigree of the iron headboard. "I won't let go."

My cock rose straight from my body, an angry red, fluid seeping from the slit in a steady stream. I wanted to shift my hips up and rut into her, but that was a base need and would gain me nothing but a quick release. I wanted more. I wanted all of Leah.

Leah cautiously slipped her hand beneath her dress and delved between her thighs. Her eyes widened and I couldn't help but grin. "Feel that? You're wet for me."

"That's never happened before," she replied, a tad astonished.

"You've never wanted before. My cock is going to slide in so nice and easy."

"Now?" she asked, her thighs tensing above mine.

I shook my head. "I want to kiss you, to taste your sweet mouth. I want to touch your pussy, slip my fingers into your tight channel. I want to suck on your nipples, tug on them. Since I can't use my hands, you'll have to do it. Undo a few of your stays so you can touch yourself."

I eyed her corset and prayed that she wouldn't get missish now. I wanted to see her breasts more than I wanted my next breath.

Her hands went to the front of her corset, the tips of two fingers on her right hand glistening from her wetness. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to will my orgasm away. I had to open my eyes, had to watch as her breasts were revealed. If I came, which was certainly possible in my overly aroused state, then she'd just have to wait a few minutes before she sank her sweet pussy onto me because I would most assuredly stay hard. There was no doubt I would stay hard around her for the rest of my life.

Four, five, six stays unhooked and her breasts tumbled out and over the stiff fabric.

"Jesus, sweetheart, you're gorgeous."

I clenched my fingers tightly around the headboard, afraid if I didn't I'd let go and cup her creamy globes in my palms. I wasn't lying, I couldn't lie when it came to her body for she was stunning. Her breasts weren't overly large, but round and full with pert little nipples. I could only imagine how soft and supple they'd feel.

"Cup them." My voice was deep, it couldn't be helped. I was so aroused that if she so much as bumped into my cock I'd come.

She did as I bid, her nipples peeking out from beneath her thumbs. "Coax your nipples into tight tips."

She lowered her head to watch her hands, to watch her finger and thumb play. Instantly they hardened into tight buds. Her head came up and she just stared at me with a look of complete awe. I couldn't help but grin. "Like that? Imagine what it would feel like if it were my hands on you. My mouth."

A little moan escaped her lips.

"Now use one hand to play with your pussy."

Much less tentative this time, she slipped her hand beneath her dress, then sighed.