Sheriff's Reward {5/5}afterandalasiaJune 2 2011, 13:11:03 UTC
She kissed him for a reply. “I’ve been on horseback many years, Woody. Don’t go think you’ll hurt me.”
In response he slid his fingers into her again, her walls clenching slightly around him, and she gasped and arched her back to press against him. More firmly, her hand slid back and forth along his shaft, now slick with sweat and his own juices, both of them breathing fast as she felt trembling heat rising like a wave within her.
Clumsily she kissed the corner of his mouth, then nipped gently at his lower lip. “I want you in me, cowboy,” came the whisper, desperation she had not expected creeping into her tone. “I need you.”
“You ain’t alone there, Bo,” he replied, and her heart fluttered as she rolled onto her back, her hands coming up to his shoulders, his curled in the sheets beneath her as he glanced down, positioned them together, then slowly entered her.
They paused for a moment, heavy breathing cutting through the silence of the room, gazes locked in that complete moment. Then, slowly at first, Woody began to thrust into her, filling her, and her hands tightened on his skin until her nails left little red marks. She watched his hair falling into his eyes, his skin tanned and gleaming with sweat, his brown eyes locked intently, so intently, on her blue as she took him in, knees bent to hold his hips, lying beneath him in a way that felt only natural.
His arms all but encircled her, and she closed her eyes as she felt the wave of heat building further in her, higher and deeper, and then in a crashing wave it tumbled over her; she cried out at her climax, writhing beneath him, and Woody drew her closer, hand slipping around her shoulders, kissing her cheek and ear and neck. Barely were the stars fading from her eyes as she felt him come as well, thrusting hard into her and whispering, only whispering, her name.
For a while they lay curled together, arms around each other, breathing in the scent of each other’s skin and desire. Then gently they rolled aside, her head coming to rest on his shoulder, nuzzling into his chest. A faint silver scar crested his collarbone; she reached out towards it, though he shivered slightly as her fingers touched it.
“Sorry,” she said.
“It’s okay,” he replied. “Just...”
“One-Eyed Bart?” she asked.
Woody nodded. “The badge deflected it. Lucky, huh?”
With a smile, Bo leaned up to kiss his cheek again. “Something’s smiling on you, Sheriff.”
A smile crossed his face, and he reached across to stroke her hair. “I think it is, Miss Roberta. I think it is.”
In response he slid his fingers into her again, her walls clenching slightly around him, and she gasped and arched her back to press against him. More firmly, her hand slid back and forth along his shaft, now slick with sweat and his own juices, both of them breathing fast as she felt trembling heat rising like a wave within her.
Clumsily she kissed the corner of his mouth, then nipped gently at his lower lip. “I want you in me, cowboy,” came the whisper, desperation she had not expected creeping into her tone. “I need you.”
“You ain’t alone there, Bo,” he replied, and her heart fluttered as she rolled onto her back, her hands coming up to his shoulders, his curled in the sheets beneath her as he glanced down, positioned them together, then slowly entered her.
They paused for a moment, heavy breathing cutting through the silence of the room, gazes locked in that complete moment. Then, slowly at first, Woody began to thrust into her, filling her, and her hands tightened on his skin until her nails left little red marks. She watched his hair falling into his eyes, his skin tanned and gleaming with sweat, his brown eyes locked intently, so intently, on her blue as she took him in, knees bent to hold his hips, lying beneath him in a way that felt only natural.
His arms all but encircled her, and she closed her eyes as she felt the wave of heat building further in her, higher and deeper, and then in a crashing wave it tumbled over her; she cried out at her climax, writhing beneath him, and Woody drew her closer, hand slipping around her shoulders, kissing her cheek and ear and neck. Barely were the stars fading from her eyes as she felt him come as well, thrusting hard into her and whispering, only whispering, her name.
For a while they lay curled together, arms around each other, breathing in the scent of each other’s skin and desire. Then gently they rolled aside, her head coming to rest on his shoulder, nuzzling into his chest. A faint silver scar crested his collarbone; she reached out towards it, though he shivered slightly as her fingers touched it.
“Sorry,” she said.
“It’s okay,” he replied. “Just...”
“One-Eyed Bart?” she asked.
Woody nodded. “The badge deflected it. Lucky, huh?”
With a smile, Bo leaned up to kiss his cheek again. “Something’s smiling on you, Sheriff.”
A smile crossed his face, and he reached across to stroke her hair. “I think it is, Miss Roberta. I think it is.”
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