Western Widows

Ben moved his right arm so his hand was behind his head, looking as if he were resting casually in a grassy field and looking up at the sky instead of filling me with his impressive cock. His face had lost all the tension, all the need I'd seen as I rode him. He looked as sated as I felt. The smile on his face brightened his eyes. "Fucking? Mmm, I liked it too. In fact, I'd like to do it again. All you have to do is move."

Clenching my inner walls, I squeezed down on his cock and he sucked in a breath. I felt tingling, heat and need build. That small action had Ben reacting. He'd liked it and I felt his cock growing within me. I did that to him. For the first time in my life, I felt powerful. Powerful as a woman and the age old feminine lure over a man. He could certainly overpower me and hurt me, but my body was my own weapon and Ben seemed powerless against it. All of his defenses were lowered and he was confident enough to allow that.

"I'd like to do it again, too," I replied, smiling almost coyly.

"This time, can we remove your clothes?" He didn't move as he asked, just watched me closely gauging my reaction to his interest in seeing me unclothed. Another chink in the wall around my heart crumbled at his patience and concern. He could have made me strip, could have made me lay beneath him instead of being in the dominant position and ride him. He could have his way now, at any time, but he wasn't, even with his cock fully engorged and fully embedded.

Ben wasn't Paul. Ben wasn't Paul.

"You're not Paul," I whispered, repeating my thoughts out loud and looking into his dark, fathomless eyes.

He gave the slightest shake of his head. "No, sweetheart."

I was free. The feeling this realization brought was exhilarating. We barely knew each other, Ben and I, but he loved me. He had no doubt of it, even admitted it plainly. Somehow he'd known, just from looking at each other from across the room that I belonged to him.

I'd felt it too, that heat that was between us, even in a quick gaze at a holiday social, but denied it.

I lowered my head and kissed him. It was a daring move for I never initiated any kind of carnal act, but this wasn't just carnal, it was love. Or something akin to love that felt so wonderful. His lips, at first, were unmoving, his body taut in what I assumed was surprise, but he quickly relaxed and his mouth molded to mine. His tongue ran over my lower lip and I opened for him. Having his cock inside of me was one kind of connection, but a kiss, kissing Ben, was something amazing. It was connection, bonding and joining. His tongue mimicked the way his cock moved inside of me. Ben was stealing my breath and I pulled back, my lips slick and swollen.

"Paul, he destroyed everything good," I told him, catching my breath. Ben's cheeks were flushed, his eyes half lidded, his cock twitching within me. "You...you were right. I don't understand it, couldn't even recognize it until now. This connection we have."

Ben nudged his hips up slightly and groaned. "We're connected, sweetheart. A kiss, a simple, perfect kiss can make it as clear as glass. A good fuck, too."

I rolled my eyes and grinned and shifted my hips. I couldn't hold still any longer, the feel of Ben's cock too good to resist. I reached to my waist and found the remainder of the buttons down the front of my dress, undid them with eager fingers, grabbed handfuls of the dress and lifted it over my head, tossing it on the floor. I worked the remainder of the stays and let the corset fall on top of the dress.

Ben's gaze lowered, his cheeks growing ruddy, a sure sign of his pleasure. "Jesus, sweetheart, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen. I want to look at you, but I need to fuck you again first."

"Yes, please," I panted, grinding my hips on him.

He moved his hand to where we were joined, running his thumb over where we were joined. The rough pad of his thumb rubbed over my pussy lips spread wide around his cock, then moved forward to bump my very engorged little clit. My eyes widened at the touch—his first touch there. It had felt incredible when I'd done it to myself, but having Ben's hands on me was something amazing. With his other hand, he shocked me by reaching around behind me and sliding his fingers to find my back entrance.

"Ben!" I cried in surprise, my thighs tensing against my hips. This was not something I ever imagined he would do, that could be done between man and wife. It was carnal, it was illicit, it was...oh God, so incredibly erotic.

He circled my tight opening, my body instinctively clenching to keep him from gaining entry, yet shifting my hips so I could feel more. "I'm going to take you here, sweetheart. We'll have to train your ass first, but I'm going to make you completely mine. There's so much pleasure between us."

Even with my surprise, I knew his words to be true. Whatever Ben did to me would be pleasurable.

"Do you want me to show you how good it will feel?" he asked, one eyebrow raised. He was giving me the option to decline, but he'd done nothing to make me choose to do so. What he suggested was dark, but I felt the first hint of pleasure and wanted to know more. He'd made me curious about what could really be between a man and his wife.

"Yes," I murmured.

Desire flared in his eyes. Grabbing my hips, he hoisted me off his lap. "On your hands and knees, sweetheart."

I shifted myself to comply and felt his seed seep from me. Looking over my shoulder, I looked at Ben who was looking at me, at my pussy. There was no way to hide my body from him in this position. I was more open, more exposed than I ever had before. If Ben was going to hurt me, now was the time. His words at this juncture could most certainly destroy me.

"Your pussy's all red and swollen, my seed is coating you. There isn't a prettier sight."

I smiled, warmth filling me. When he ran his fingers over my folds and slipped them into my slick channel, my eyes slipped shut and I groaned, my hips shifting back to take him deeper of their own volition. I began to rock my hips forward and back.

"Ride my fingers, that's it. Show me what feels good."

As I did that, completely focused on eking the most pleasure from his touch, his other hand slipped through his seed and slid over my back entrance, coating it and making it slick.

"When I take you here, I have oil that will make you nice and slick, that will make my cock so slippery that I'll slide right in. For now, my seed will let me play. I don't want to hurt you. Only pleasure, sweetheart."

As he spoke, his thumb rimmed and circled my ass. I paused my motions, unused to this new assault on my senses.

"It's going to feel so good, Leah. That's it, move again and find your pleasure."