Under the Cowboy's Control

He sauntered to the back of the barn, where she sat in her shorts and coffee-dyed t-shirt. Her hand stroked the mother cat and praised her softly. She looked up at Travis and gave him a soft smile of welcome.

Travis sank first to his knees, and then to his butt, beside her. "How're they doing?"

He picked up a piece of straw and stuck it in his mouth.

"Fine. Getting so big. The babies have not sprayed yet, I do not think." Selena took her hand back slowly from the cat to not alarm any little skunks and wrapped her arms around her drawn up knees and turned her head to look at him.

"Well, be careful or we'll be bathing you in tomato juice."

She smiled softly and continued to study him. She reached up and took the straw from his lips. "You are so handsome." A look crossed her face that told him the comment had slipped out, taking her unawares.

He chuckled softly. "You think so?"

" Si, yes, I do."

He silently studied her as she came to her knees in front of him. He sat, with his knees bent, and his legs spread wide. She came between his legs and put her hands on his shoulders, and aligned her body with his. His hands came to rest on her hips. "What do you want, Angel?"

"Last night, when we k-kissed, the way you made me feel--" Her words were hesitant, her fingers playing in his hair.

A rush of heat hit Travis. "You want that again? You want me to make you come again, baby?"

She trembled and leaned her mouth against his ear and whispered, "I want you to show me how to do it to you."

His hands tightened almost painfully on her. She swayed in his arms and spoke again. "There is a way, yes?"

"Yeah, there's a way." Or three or four, but he wasn't going to scare her off now. He was already about to explode just from thinking about it. Any of it.

Selena lifted her head and looked into his eyes. "It is not wrong? We are married, yes?"

Travis cleared his throat and tried to get the words out. "No. It's not wrong, and yes, you better believe we're married. Nothing is wrong between us. As long as you want to, and I want to, then our marriage license says we can do whatever we want." He moved his hands from her hips to the swell of her breasts and back again. "And baby, I want to."

"I want this, too. But I wish to wait until Saturday for--"

"Shh." He put a gentle finger over her lips. "We'll wait until Saturday. But we can touch and kiss all you want, okay?"

"Yes, okay." She leaned into him and put her mouth to his. She slowly moved her lips back and forth.

Travis let Selena kiss him for a few seconds. And then a few seconds more. He didn't want this to end too soon. When she hesitantly tried to deepen the kiss, he stood and picked her up in his arms and carried her to a dark corner of the barn and gently laid her on a small pile of hay. They needed somewhere soft, away from the skittish skunks, and he didn't want to chance taking her back to the house. He didn't want to give her any time to change her mind.

Selena felt Travis lay beside her and take her in his arms. Their mouths found each other unerringly in the dark barn. She experienced a deep sense of rightness, that what they did was okay, and she didn't need to worry anymore. Her hands reached up and she threaded her fingers through his thick, dark hair. They kissed for several minutes, and soon they were straining against each other.

Travis hadn't made out like this since high school. He was going to respect her wishes, and not go inside her panties. But the shorts had to come off. And the top.

Her lungs were starved for oxygen and she turned her head from his mouth and took a deep breath. When their mouths broke apart, he spoke. "Did you mean it, Angel?" He brought her mouth back to his and took another deep kiss. He lifted his head. "Please tell me you meant what you said."

"Yes, yes, Travis. Show me what to do." Selena panted the words.

Travis reached down and lifted her shirt over her head. Primal satisfaction ran through him when he saw she wasn't wearing a bra. The little witch had planned this. He looked at her pale breasts in the darkness and noticed a deep purple bruise on one of them. He touched the spot gently with his fingers. "Did I hurt you?"

"No. No, it does not hurt, Travis. I liked it. I liked you leaving your mark on me." Her fingers ran down to his shoulders. "Take off your shirt." Her hands were already pushing the shirt off his shoulders.

Travis reached down and lifted his shirt off and then placed it behind her back, to protect her silky skin from the hay. Her hands ran down the planes of his chest, and followed the furrow of hair that became a trail that led inside his jeans. Her finger slowly moved up and down that arrow of hair.

His erection swelled and strained uncomfortably against his fly. But he didn't want to shock her yet. He needed her more than willing, he needed her to want this as much as he did. He reached for the snap on her shorts. It came undone, and he was sliding the zipper down when her hand came up to stop him.

"It's okay, Angel. Just your shorts. We're going to leave your panties on, I promise."

He gritted his teeth and prayed he was telling her the truth.