Naked Shorts (12 page)

Luke felt himself harden instantly at the feel of her stomach and thighs pressing against him, her breasts being crushed against his chest. He had to pull himself away, had to really look at her to appreciate her.

Charlotte seemed startled when he suddenly interrupted their kiss. Her eyes looked as if she was dazed, and he recognized it as a sign of desire.

“Kiss me again,” she demanded.

“Oh, I will kiss every inch of your body.” It wasn”t an empty promise. His hands fingered for the top buttons of her chemise. As soon as he had opened them, he pulled the garment off her shoulders and let it slide down her body until it caught on her hips.

“Every inch,” he rasped before his mouth descended onto her breast and his tongue snaked out to caress the little pink nipple which couldn”t possibly get any harder than it already was.

With one lap of his tongue against the sensitive nub, he could feel her shiver. A wicked smile stole onto his lips, and he felt her hands on his shoulders pulling him closer.

As Luke licked and nipped at her breasts, sucking them deeply into his mouth and then releasing them again, her moans animated the still of the night. They encouraged him to explore further and become more daring.

How long had he wanted to feel her like this? Ever since he”d met her in Independence trying to find a wagon train who”d take her West, he”d had fantasies about having her in his arms. He wanted Charlotte under him, now.

Gently he pulled her down into the soft grass with him without releasing his hold on her breasts. They were worth lingering over. He was prepared to do anything she enjoyed as long as she didn”t make him stop.

While his lips were busy tantalizing her breasts, his free hand slid down her belly underneath her chemise. She instantly pushed against him when his hand roamed over her mound of curly hair and slipped between her legs. Her heat guided him to her plump flesh, soaked not in the wetness of the river, but her own slick juices. Sliding his fingers along her folds, they instantly coated with her warm arousal.

“Luke, please …”

He knew what she wanted, but he wanted to slow it down, make it last. After all, that was what he was known for: slow seduction. He hoped he”d have the patience with Charlotte. She had been heating his blood for far too long now, and he could feel the urge to give into his desire and take her swiftly.

But, no, he would do it slowly. So she”d come back for more, again and again. That”s how it worked. Be the best lover, and she”d come back to him begging for more. And then he”d have the upper hand again, and he could get her out of his system. Charlotte had been monopolizing his nightly dreams for too long. And he didn”t like it one bit. No woman should have a hold on him like this.

Luke pushed the chemise down her hips and freed her from it, discarding the unnecessary garment in the grass. His lips blazed a trail down the middle of her breasts, crossing over her navel before they sank into the core of her body.

He sensed her surprise at his path, but she didn”t stop him.

“Open up for me.” His voice was low and soft, and she spread her legs wider. Seconds later, his tongue swept over the entrance to her body and sought out the small nub of pleasure hidden at the base of her curls. Her moans grew louder as he licked her slowly and softly at first. Even the very tentative touch of his tongue made her hips lift off the ground.

He slipped his hands underneath her ass and held her against his mouth so she couldn”t move away from him.

“You”re staying right here,” he murmured without lifting his face. Her taste was too good to pass up. Licking her was downright intoxicating, and he”d never tasted anything better. She had the taste of a young, innocent woman, something that was virtually unheard of west of the Mississippi. He knew of course that she couldn”t possibly be that innocent, but nonetheless, it was the way she tasted that had him hooked.

Charlotte”s breathing was heavy, and it was all he could hear in the dark night. The moon provided just enough light to see the outlines of her body and for him to realize that her body was perfect. His hands could attest to it.

As he continued teasing her nub with his tongue, he eased one finger into her tight, wet cunt, very slowly, very tentatively. Her heat welcomed him.

“Oh yes, Luke, please …” she begged again, her voice colored with desire and need.

“Yes, Charlotte.”

Back and forth he went with his finger, increasing his tempo with the movement of her body.

She was so tight he knew he needed to prepare her for him, so she could comfortably sheath his throbbing erection. His hard shaft strained against his pants, and he wasn”t sure how long he could keep himself leashed like this.

He quickly added a second finger and continued thrusting into her, picking up speed and going deeper. Her gasps spurned him on, and his mouth all but swallowed her hardened nub of pleasure, until he could suddenly feel her shaking. He felt her fingernails dig into his shoulders as she let out a loud moan.

“Luke!”

He pulled up quickly and took her into his arms, capturing her lips in the process. He plundered her mouth with his until her orgasm subsided.

“You okay?” Luke looked into her flushed face, or at least he though it would be flushed, but the moonlight wasn”t enough to lend confirmation.

A wicked smile formed around Charlotte”s lips. “I would feel a lot better if you weren”t wearing so many clothes.”

He laughed. “That can be arranged, ma”am!”

He”d never gotten undressed this quickly and broke his own record by half. Still, it felt too long until he had her back in his arms, but feeling her against his naked skin more than made up for the brief separation. And so did something else.

He”d gotten a glimpse of her face when he”d undressed and seen how her eyes had honed in on his large shaft as it proudly stood erect. Surprise, yes. But fear? She wouldn”t have to fear him. He”d be gentle with her.

Luke placed a soft kiss on her lips. “Touch me, please.”

Charlotte stared in his eyes as she slowly lowered her hand, sliding it down his chest, creating a stream of molten lava on his skin. Her movement was slow and tentative as her hand reached the nest of curls that surrounded his erection. She stopped before reaching him.

Her eyes questioned him. He nodded. “Lower, please.”

Her hand moved again, this time even slower than before. Just another inch, he begged silently. It was like an electric shock when her fingers suddenly reached his cock and slowly ran along it. He sucked in a breath of air.

“Oh, Charlotte, yes!”

He reached for her hand, grasped it and wrapped it around his erection, squeezing it. “You feel so good.”

With his hand over hers, he moved hers along his shaft, up and down. “Squeeze me, darlin”.”

She increased her pressure around him.

“That”s it, oh God, that”s it. Just like that, tight, so tight as if I was in your warm cunt.”

Luke nuzzled her neck, letting his lips and tongue trail along her delicate skin and breathed in her scent. “Charlotte, darlin”, your cunt is weeping for me.”

He lifted his head and looked at her eyes. Big and wide she stared at him. “I, hm, …”

He took her hand off his cock and rolled her fully on her back before he settled himself above her. “Can”t wait. Need to have you now.”

His cock probed at her moist entrance. She was so darn tight, but he didn”t have the patience to prepare her any better. It was her own damn fault. She”d tempted him for far too long. Now she”d get what she deserved: his stiff cock plunging into her. He”d ride her hard and fast, and then, when he was done, he”d claim her sweet little ass, so she”d know what tempting him would get her. For weeks, she”d flaunted her enticing body before him, and frankly he didn”t know why he hadn”t taken her earlier.

Forgetting all finesse, he pushed into her, seating himself to the root. His bliss was shattered by her painful scream and the knowledge that he”d encountered a momentary barrier, one he”d breeched with brutal force.

A virgin? How could she be a virgin?

Luke pulled back, his shaft leaving her cunt but for the bulbous head. “I didn”t know,” he said, searching for something in her eyes.

There was clearly anger in her face. “You thought I was a whore?”

“No. I never said that. But I thought ….”

Charlotte shifted, trying to sit up, but the action drove his cock deep back into her. “What, you thought I sleep with anybody?”

“No, but,” he pulled his hips back, moving his cock half-way out, then thrust back into her. A pleasurable slide in pure silk. “You”re so wet. It tells me that you want to sleep with me.”

She tipped her chin up in defiance. “Not anymore. You jerk.” She wiggled again, creating a tingling sensation running down his spine.

“Hmh, do that again, Charlotte,” he teased. “I like it.”

With her fist she hammered against his chest, but he could tell her attempt at getting rid of him was only half-hearted.

“Settle down, darlin”, and let me make you feel good. That”s the least I can do for taking your virginity.”

“Fuck you!”

Luke grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms to the sides of her head. “Damn it, Charlotte.

It”s time you stopped playing games with me.”

“I hadn”t pegged you for a rapist, Luke Duboce.”

The words lashed at him. Had somebody poured a bucket of ice water over him, it couldn”t have served as a more effective killer to his libido than her accusing words.

Luke let go of her arms and pulled himself out of her hot body. The cold air hitting his cock brought him back to his senses.

He”d agreed to escort her to the West. Nowhere in that agreement was sex ever to come in.

But he”d been doomed from the moment they”d set off in Independence. Her big brown eyes, her delicate figure, the mane of hair she would release every night - all of it drove him utterly insane every day.

And every night he would wander off from camp and satisfy his carnal urges and stroke his own cock, all the while wishing it was her hand that squeezed him so tightly and made him come in long, hot bursts. But he would never force himself on her.

“I won”t touch you again. Get dressed. I”ll bring you back to camp.”

Luke turned away, not wanting to watch her put her chemise back on.

Charlotte wasn”t sure what had gotten into her, but the moment he”d shown such surprise at her being a virgin, she”d become upset. She didn”t want Luke to have such a low opinion of her, even if she was prepared to have sex with him without being married to him. She was sure she wasn”t the only woman who”d ever acted like that.

True, she”d run away from home and escaped an arranged marriage by only a day, but that alone didn”t make her unrespectable. She was still a lady, a pure woman. She alone decided who she would give her body to. Her father had been prepared to hand her off to the highest bidder, to a man who was bland and boring beyond belief. Had she been forced to share her body with him, she would have felt like a common whore. Marriage was nothing more than legalized whoring. It still didn”t give a woman a choice - fathers made that choice for their daughters. One man handing her off to the next.

No, thank you.

That”s why she had decided to leave. If she could make it to the West, she could start a new life. Marriage meant nothing to her. As for the pleasures of the flesh? Ever since she”d met Luke, things had started stirring in her. Almost every night she would wake up in her wagon bathed in sweat, her body humming and hungering for him.

Charlotte ignored Luke as she walked back to camp. But it was difficult not to be aware of the potent male gambler following her. She heard him grumbling to himself, clearly incensed that he hadn”t gotten to rut on her after all.

For almost a week the weather had held. Until now.

Charlotte pushed the blanket down to her waist. Despite the rain that pounded the landscape, it was still humid and stifling in the wagon. This would be another sleepless night, just like the last seven nights she”d spent lying awake remembering the way Luke had touched and kissed her. She”d never felt the kind of ecstasy he”d brought her to by putting his mouth on her. In fact, she hadn”t even known that it was what women and men did together. She was certainly aware of the way straight forward copulation worked - having been around horses in a barn had taught her a thing or two, but this?

Clearly, there was more to making love than people let on. How did women learn about this when nobody taught them? Did this mean a woman would put her mouth onto a man”s … uh, shaft just the way he”d licked her? It certainly seemed like a plausible idea.

She wondered again how Luke had brought her such pleasure and let her hand slide between her legs. She felt moist there, just the way she”d felt when he”d touched her. She tried to find that special place that he”d coaxed in such a way that it had throbbed.

A noise startled her and made her head snap to the back of the wagon, where the cloth was pulled tight to prevent the rain from coming in. It was too dark to see anything, but she could clearly hear somebody working on prying the cloth apart.

“Who”s there?” she called out, her heart beating in her throat.

“It”s me.” Luke. A moment later, she heard his boots step onto the wooden plank and enter the wagon. “It”s too darn wet outside. I”m sleeping in the wagon tonight.”

Charlotte reared up from her prone position. “No, you”re not!”

“Darlin”, I ain”t sleeping out in that mud no matter what you say.”

“It”s unseemly!” Charlotte crossed her arms over her chest, not that he could see her.

Luckily, it was pitch black in the wagon.

Something fell to the floor, clanking. “What was that?”

“That?” He paused then chuckled softly. “That was my belt.”

“You”re not getting undressed, are you?” How dare he?

“I don”t like sleeping in wet clothes.”

More things fell to the floor. Then she heard him move closer. He bumped into something, probably the chest where she kept her dresses. “Ouch!” he cursed. By his voice she could tell he was only a couple of feet away from where she lay on a mattress, which was perched on several crates filled with supplies.