Western Widows

I couldn't not move. I had to follow the pleasures of my body. I began to fuck Ben's fingers, his thumb now pressing against the tight ring of muscle of my bottom.

"Relax, sweetheart. Push out. Good girl."

When his thumb breached my opening, I cried out. It wasn't in pain, although the sensation of being stretched open for the first time was quite intense, but in pleasure. I had no idea I was so sensitive there, his thumb sliding over tissue that pushed me to the brink of my release.

"Oh, Ben. It's...oh, it's too much. I'm going to come!" I cried.

He was relentless in his touch, no reprieve given as his attentions overwhelmed me. I couldn't control what he was doing to me. My body wanted it, needed to come. With one sure nudge of his thumb in my ass, I came.

I arched my back, thrusting my ass out further, taking his fingers completely into my pussy, his thumb stretching my ass wide. "Yes! Ben!" I screamed.

Before I could even catch my breath, the amazing pleasure still coursing through my veins, Ben pulled his hands free and rolled me so that I was beneath him. My knees were bent on either side of his hips. Surprised by the roll but still lost to my pleasure, I didn't have a moment to feel threatened. This position was the only way Paul took me and it had not been gentle or the least bit pleasurable.

"Put your legs around me," Ben said, his face just inches above mine, his forearms on the bed on either side of my head. I could see the intense need on his face. He was ready.

I'd been beneath Paul, but it was nothing like this. I felt cocooned in safety, not trapped. When I wrapped my calves over Ben's back and crossed my ankles, he shifted nudged my opening and slipped within me in one strong thrust. His belly met mine. He thrust his hips none-too-gently, lowered his head and kissed me, ravenously, as if he could only survive by sharing our breaths.

"Feel that, sweetheart?" he breathed.

My eyes slipped shut and my mouth opened on a breathy exhale. The pleasure had ebbed, but did not recede completely. It was different this way, his cock working me in such a way that it felt like heat and fire and brightness coursing all swirled into one, having me on the brink of coming once more. "Do it again."

His nose nudged my cheek, then his mouth was on the swirl of my ear, a very sensitive place directly beside it, down the nape of my neck as he moved within me.

"This is...oh, Ben, I'm...I'm going to come again." With him it w

as so easy. After the first time, I recognized now that I was close, that my arousal had never diminished. He wouldn't have let me come down from the delicious high he'd given me. My ass tingled and felt almost empty now. I was so sensitive with him, so easily pushed to the brink...and soon enough over.

He placed his mouth on my nipple and suckled it. I arched my back so he could take more of my breast and I ran my hands over his hair. It was as silky soft as I'd imagined.

"Of course you are, sweetheart. Again and again. Nothing but pleasure."

I couldn't talk after that for Ben proved his words. I came, not just once more, but again and again, just as he'd said.

* * * * *

"I knew he had a little tendre for you," Charlotte said in her kitchen the next day. She poured coffee into the mug on the table in front of me. Ben and I had walked over after sleeping late. He had kept me up most of the night, showing me all the different ways he liked to fuck, which I discovered I liked just as much. Besides not being the frigid bitch Paul had called me, I'd learned I was actually quite wanton.

After the first time where Ben had allowed me to keep on my dress for modesty—which was humorous since we'd fucked, our bodies connected in the most elemental of ways—I'd been perfectly content remaining unclothed. The reason was simple. Ben liked me that way. I knew this by every heated gaze, the way his cock grew as he touched a nipple, in awe that it would furl into a tight tip just by the lightest of touches. He'd also told me so, over and over again. He'd even repeated his words I'm in love with you. It hadn't just been a man trying to get beneath my skirts. I'd, of course, had propositions of that kind from men who had no such offerings of love, nor of marriage. They'd most assuredly felt the lure of my rumored fortune.

It hadn't been me that had insisted a love match, but Ben.

He'd wanted to marry me even knowing I was a paupered, skittish widow. He loved me.

"He was quite convincing," I told her, blowing on my hot coffee.

"I'll bet. Those men certainly know how to convince."

Ben had his own special form of convincing and I clenched my back entrance tightly about it. He'd insisted he play with my ass some more before we left the house. I'd been on my knees, holding onto the iron filigree of the headboard as he coated my back entrance as well as his thumb with slick oil and worked me open. He'd taken his time, slowly relaxing my clenched ring of muscle, then slipping through to fill me. His thumb moved in and out of me, fucking my ass as he whispered in my ear, kissed my nape and behind my neck.

You're so tight, sweetheart. Imagine what it's going to feel like with my cock filling you here. So full. I'm going to claim your ass, coat you with my seed and brand you as mine.

The one thing he didn't do was allow me to come. In fact, he'd slipped his thumb free and surprised me by something small and hard in its place.

"This is a plug, sweetheart. I'm going to slip it into your ass and you're going to hold it within you while we go to Charlotte's for lunch."

"Ben," I whined, more from not being able to come than the hard object he was working into me. It was comparable in size to his thumb, not overly large, but once seated, I was slightly stretched open and a little filled.

There was no question I thought only of my ass and how Ben would fuck me there while I chatted innocently with Charlotte.