Lady of the Gun (12 page)

Brett heard tortured groans coming
from deep within Cass's chest. He shuddered against her as she continued moving her nude body over his. Lowering one hand, he found the curve of her bottom and cupped it, lifting her, pulling her into a sensual rhythm, forcing her to rock against the fiery tip of his manhood. His body vibrated with excitement. He was ablaze with the passion that engulfed them both. Sliding his hand from her buttocks, he caressed her hip, then the smooth plane of her abdomen. Letting his fingers slip downward, he touched the softly curling hair that decorated her feminine apex. Slipping his fingers lower still, he opened the tender folds to discover her womanly secrets.

Cass shuddered, breathing in suddenly as Brett's fingers
touched that part of her that had never been touched by a man's hands. She gasped as he teased the sensitive bud of her desire with his thumb. "Oh, Brett .. ." She breathed his name, shaking from the sensations he was causing. “What are you doing to me?" she moaned.

Brett smiled at her passion. He took her nipple deep into
his mouth again as he continued to tease her, feeling her body respond to his touch. Lower still did he explore. The moist heat of her body sent him reeling with the need to feel himself inside her. Taking his hand from her body, he began to unfasten his belt buckle, fumbling in his haste.

Cass reached out to help him. Pulling his hands away, she
unbuckled his belt, then started to unbutton his trousers. Each button that gave way allowed more and more of his engorged manhood to push free. Finally the only thing between her hands and his throbbing shaft was the light fabric of his undergarment. She pushed the garment downward, then waited, suddenly timid, afraid to touch what she'd never felt before.

Brett thrust his hips toward her, causing his manhood to
jut proudly upward with his need. "Touch me, Cass." His words came out a rasping moan.

Cass looked up into his eyes, blazing with a silver
fire of desire, and reached for his manhood. She touched the head first, finding a drop of liquid balanced over the tip. The responding spasms in the organ, and the guttural groan that shuddered from deep within Brett's body gave her a new sense of female awareness.

"Cass," Brett groaned. "Please."
Placing his hand over hers, he guided her to grasp him wholly, wrapping her fingers tightly around his shaft. Then, moving with her, he slid their hands downward, stroking him to an even higher level of excitement.

Cass allowed Brett to guide her hand. She loved the feel
of his manhood, steely hard with a silken skin. She'd had no idea a man would feel so incredible. She seemed to instinctively know the pressure and rhythm he enjoyed and was soon stroking him without his assistance. She glanced up to see that he'd thrown back his head and closed his eyes as she ministered to his desire. Leaning forward, she nibbled on his chin. Then, trailing kisses downward, she nipped and kissed his neck.

Brett knew what he needed. Cass's kisses only confirmed
it. Pressing gently on her shoulders, he urged her to kneel before him. Watching the surprised look in her eyes, he leaned his hips toward her, letting the heated shaft of his passion now stroke her, first on one cheek and then the other.

Cass was stunned by the feel of Brett's manhood on her
face, but was soon caressing it firmly with her hands, allowing him to thrust gently against her skin and into her hair. Then he did something that surprised her even more. He stopped the rhythmic motion of his hips and poised himself directly in front of her mouth. Tenderly he prodded forward against her lips, brushing her cheeks with his fingertips. "Taste me, Cass," he urged.

Cass's eyes opened wide at his request, but she was enthralled
by the idea. Why not? she thought. Opening her mouth, she tentatively stuck out her tongue and licked the tip of his manhood. He shuddered violently at this simple contact. Opening her lips wider, she took him inside her mouth as far as she could, leaving much behind to be stroked by her fingers. Mirroring the motions she'd made with her hands, she began a suckling rhythm over his shaft that had him groaning out loud in seconds. Her own passion seemed to rise and build as she tasted, licked, and fondled him.

Brett was at the very brink of losing all control. He felt
himself shuddering, ready to spill his seed, but he wanted to pleasure Cass first. He vowed he would pour himself into her womanly core only after he'd felt her reach her own wild release. "Cass, wait," he rasped. "Please stop."

Cass looked up at him with passion-drugged eyes. She
didn't want to stop. She loved the taste and texture of him. Only when Brett pulled himself from her grasp did she begin to understand what he was saying. She watched as he began to remove his clothing.

Watching Brett undress was like watching the unveiling
of a great work of art. His body was well muscled, perfect in its proportions. His shoulders, chest, and arms were large and strong, his waist and hips narrow and firm. His legs were straight and long, masculine in line and form. Finally he stood totally nude before her. She felt in awe of his male beauty. Then she saw him begin to lower himself to her.

Brett bent to her, pushing her backward, cushioning her
with his arms. Reaching for his shirt, he tucked it beneath her. "There, that should keep you comfortable for a while," he whispered.

Cass nodded and stared up starry-eyed at him. She
smiled through her passion. "Touch me," she whispered.

B
rett felt a new rush of blood to his loins at her simple plea. She was amazing. Never before had he been with a woman who was so abandoned, so willing to please and be pleased. Smoothing his hand over her breasts once more, he tantalized their peaks with his fingers, then followed with the touch of his lips and tongue. Roiling over to lie atop her, he kissed and nuzzled her breasts lovingly, relishing their fullness. He traced circles around them with his tongue, then began a trail lower, to the smooth plane of her stomach.

Cass shivered as the night air touched the moist patter
ns Brett drew with his tongue. She closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure as he gave his attention to kissing her navel. His lips were tender on her flesh, his hands caressing as he reached up to massage her breasts. He then began to kiss her lower still. Her eyes flew open in surprise as the wet tip of his tongue probed her body gently. "Brett?" she whispered.

"Relax, I'm only going to do for you what you did for
me," he answered.

Cass had ne
ver even heard of doing the things they were doing to each other. Did everyone do this? No wonder some people thought of nothing but sex. This was incredible. She arched her back as his tongue found her passion's bud. She moaned his name again and again as he tantalized her beyond reason. Then she felt his fingers again, parting her, exploring her. She didn't think she could stand any more. Brilliant lights began to dance behind her eyes. She soared. She floated. She cried, "Brett!"

Brett felt Cass's climax as it began and wanted to match
her ecstasy with his own. Quickly poising himself above her, he placed his throbbing manhood at the tender opening of her sweet body. Then, in one mighty thrust, he pushed himself deep within her. Shock registered in his brain as he felt the tearing of her maidenhead. "Cass?" he asked, horrified.

Cass's head moved
from side to side in her need for completion. "Don't stop, Brett. Please don't stop."

“
But . . ."

Cass put her finger to his lips. "Shhh."

Brett looked down in amazement at this woman and wondered why she had just given him her greatest gift. Why him? Then Cass's clawing fingers on his buttocks, pulling him deeper inside her, chased all other thoughts temporarily from his mind. He pulled out slightly, then plunged deeper, claiming her as no other had done before. He began a slow, powerful rhythm, piercing her again and again, feeling her rising with him. She caressed his back. She moaned his name. She raised her hips and arched upward to meet his thrusts. She was everything he could have asked for in a lover, and more.

Cass was filled with him. She relished every thrust of his
passion, every forceful move of his hips. She matched his lust with her own and felt her body melting into a huge dark puddle of sensation. At the center of that sensation was Brett, massive, potent, dominant. She felt her desire spiraling out of control.

Brett sensed that Cass's cli
max was near and let himself begin his release. His muscles began to grow tense. He pinned her tightly to him, crushing her breasts against his chest. Thrusting again and again, he pushed her upward, over the edge of a magical precipice, cradling her for the fall. As the molten eruption began, he called her name, shuddering with the mighty spasms that shook his very soul.

Cass was blinded by the brilliant bursts of light behind
her eyes. She felt millions of tiny explosions emanating from her womanhood, shooting outward like the spokes of a wheel. Nothing could have prepared her for what she felt. Grasping and clawing at the strong muscles of Brett's back, she whimpered until the spasms began to subside, only to feel him move within her and to find herself riding upward again to another pinnacle of sensation.

After what seemed like an eternity, she lay replete beneath
his warm, heavy body, listening to his heartbeat and the steady, even breathing that had replaced the gasping breaths of moments earlier. The night birds called overhead. The cool night air touched her once more. The moon dipped behind a slow-moving puff of a cloud. She began to think about what she'd done, and the gravity of her actions started to take hold of her.

Brett lay very still over Cass, supporting his weight with
his arms. His mind whirled with the knowledge that she'd been a virgin. He'd never have guessed it, her passion and desire ran so high. And why, when they'd only met that morning, had she chosen him? She was beautiful and intelligent. She could have had anyone she wanted. Try as he might, he couldn't find a plausible reason for her actions. Then a single thought gripped him, a thought so powerful it made him weak; maybe she didn't have a plausible reason. Maybe . . . could it possibly be? Had she fallen in love with him in the span of a few hours? He lifted his head and gazed down at her beautiful face, so still as she lay resting beneath him. She'd spoken no words of love, and yet . . .

Cass felt Brett watching her. What should she do now?
What should she say? Did a man expect a woman to talk about their lovemaking when they were through? Did he expect her to act as though it hadn't happened? And how did she feel about this man? She hardly knew him. She'd always been certain she'd save herself for marriage, yet the thought of marriage hadn't entered her mind when he touched her. Even now the feel of his sleek, muscled body over her’s caused her temperature to rise. What was wrong with her? she wondered. Her thoughts and emotions spun out of control.

The moon played hide-and-seek with the clouds, leaving
them in darkness one minute, illuminating them in a silvery glow the next. Brett waited for Cass to open her eyes. He wanted to see how she would react to him now that they'd made love. Lifting one hand, he traced the curve of her cheek with the tip of one finger. "Hey, lazybones," he teased, "you going to sleep out here tonight?"

Cass felt the deep, intimate growl in Brett's voice. It was
the voice of a lover. She tried to smile, but didn't open her eyes. "I might," she attempted to tease back. Brett let his finger graze the silken skin of her jaw. "You might get cold. Besides, isn't the ground getting awfully hard?"

Brett was right. The ground had ceased to be a comforting
cradle for their lovemaking and had turned back into a cold, hard, rocky surface she usually wouldn’t walk barefoot over, let alone lay down on. Drawing on all the courage she had inside her, she finally opened her eyes and looked up. Brett was smiling down at her, his gray eyes shining silvery in the moonlight, his dark, almost black hair illuminated from behind by the light. The sight of his handsome features began to melt her insides again. "I guess we'd better go in now," she said, her voice crackling nervously.

"I guess so," Brett agreed.
Pushing himself up, he stood, unashamed of his nudity.

Cass blushed at the sight of
him. She knew she was being foolish. She'd just made love with this man, yet the sight of his body before her caused the blood to rush to her face. His hand, reaching out to help her up, gave her something to focus her eyes on other than his nude form. She took it, grateful for the concealing darkness. Once standing, she hurriedly looked for her nightgown, bending to snatch it quickly from the ground.

Brett watched as Cass tugged the light gown over her
head and down around her body, hiding her luscious curves from his sight. "I guess I'd better get dressed too," he commented.

Cass's gaze fell to the pile of clothes on the ground. "Yes,
I think you should," she said quietly.

Brett pulled his clothes on quickly, not bothering to tuck
in his shirt or put on his boots.

"Don't you th
ink you should finish dressing before we go back to the house?" Cass asked nervously.

Brett raised an eyebrow at her words. "I am finished.
We're just going to go to bed when we get back."