Wanton in the Wild West (4 page)

“Please?” Amber swayed on
her feet and reached down and gripped her skirt, her damp fingers leaving
little imprints on the purple satin. She looked like she was waiting to be
presented with a gift, and he didn’t want to disappoint her. “Take them off.”

“Whatever
the lady wants!”
He dropped his
Stetson on top of the pile of clothes then slipped his arms from the sleeves of
his union suit and slid it down to the floor. When he straightened up, Amber was
staring at him, her mouth open and her hands fluttering over her chest.

“Oh my!”
She gasped.

Harry rested his hands on
his hips and turned from side to side. “What do you think?”

“I think
it’s
swell!” She giggled, and she moved towards him.

****

Amber couldn’t take her eyes
from Harry’s naked form. The sketches in Miss Claudia’s book hadn’t prepared
her for this. The broad shoulders looked even bigger without his shirt, and his
chest was smooth and tanned. Small light brown nipples pointed out from bulging
pectoral muscles. His stomach rippled when he moved from side to side, and as
he turned, she admired how his tight ass curved up from his muscular thighs.
She had a sudden urge to sink her teeth into his flesh.

She had never seen a naked
man before, and she realized now how different men and women really were.
Her own
body, and those of the young women she’d been with,
was soft and smooth. It was hairless except for the ebony curls on her pussy
and the fluff beneath her arms. But Harry had thick hairy legs and white blond
hairs on his forearms, which caught the light as he moved. A long line of hair
also snaked downwards from his bellybutton to his cock as if put there
deliberately to point to his glorious member. He reminded her of a drawing of a
Greek god in a history book in school. He was glorious, good, kind, strong,
sexy
.

But what was his flaw? Every
man was flawed. There had to be something wrong with him, a secret he was
hiding that could break her heart, her body, or even her mind. She shuddered
and shrugged the thought away. It didn’t matter. She wasn’t committing to him.
This was just about here and now. It was physical.

She returned her attention
to his form.

His cock was magnificent. It
rose
dusky pink and rock hard from his body as if
reaching out to the sun. It was thick and long, and she wondered at how it
could fit into the tight place between her velvet lips. Surely it would cause
too much pain?

The thought was drowned out
by the tingling that was spreading throughout her entire body, tightening her
nipples and making her cunny all warm and wet. It was as if the place deep
inside her yearned for his length, as if it called out for fulfillment. Need
tingled through her like warm honey, arousing her senses and making her as
lightheaded as if she’d drunk too much cherry wine. Was
this
what
being with a man was all about?

But then she remembered.
Harry had told her that they didn’t have to try that, hadn’t he? She didn’t
have to take him into her body. But she realized that she really, really wanted
to, and she would if she got the chance.

“Can I touch it?”

He nodded.
“Of course.
I’d like you to.”

She moved towards him and
reached out to fondle the tip with her thumb and forefinger. She brought her
hand away.

“It’s wet.”

Harry smiled. “That’s my
lubrication, to ease me into a woman, I guess. But it can also get you with
child if I get too excited and even more comes out.” His cheeks flushed.

She frowned at him then
raised her hand to her mouth. She licked her fingers and tasted his essence, at
once sweet and salty, full of powerful musky masculinity. She liked it. It
excited her, awakened something within her that made her want more of him. Her
inner muscles tightened. Her body was eager for fulfillment.

Harry smiled. “You like it?”

She nodded then reached out
and took his cock in her right hand. He groaned as she closed her fingers
around him and squeezed. “What should I do? To pleasure you?” she whispered.

He placed his hand over hers
and loosened her fingers a little, and then he began to move her hand up and
down his length. Beneath her fingers, his erection was hard as steel, yet the
skin covering it
was
soft as her best silk stockings.
And she could feel his power there, at his core, contained energy and pleasure
all waiting to be released.

Harry increased the pace of
their hands, and Amber felt his cock get harder. She watched as his eyelids
flickered and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down in his throat. As their
movements got faster, he pushed into her fingers, time after time until he seemed
to swell beneath her touch. Suddenly, he froze then jerked, and hot liquid shot
from the tip of his erection and landed on the ground at their feet.

“Oh,
Amber.”
He sighed, slowing the massaging before gently
releasing her hand from beneath his.

“Was it good?” She asked,
wanting to know that she had done well, that she had pleased this golden god.

He pressed his mouth against
her forehead and kissed her. His lips were hot, and the stubble on his chin
grazed her skin. His blond hair had fallen forwards, and strands of it now hung
over his eyes. It made him look even sexier, like he’d just climbed out of bed.
Waking up next to this man every morning would be a pleasure just to see him
looking this good.

“It was amazing, Amber. And
now that my … gun has been fired,” he winked at her, “I can concentrate on you
without the fear of shooting too soon.”

He reached out towards
Amber’s jacket and began slowly unbuttoning it, pausing only to gently skim her
nipples, which poked through the material like seed pearls yearning to be
polished.

Chapter Three

When Harry had finished
unfastening the buttons of Amber’s jacket, he took a deep breath. His hands
were actually shaking. He couldn’t believe that he was stood in front of her,
naked, and that she had just made him come. Her touch was so different from Gideon’s
insistent, firm and confident grip. Gideon knew him well after so many years
together. He knew how to arouse him and how to make him come with just a flick
of a finger or a lick of his tongue. Amber’s innocence and enthusiasm were sweet
and tender. His heart leapt at the thought of the fun they could have getting
to know each other better.

But it couldn’t happen.
Gideon wouldn’t approve for a start.
After what had happened
to … to Sylvia.
His throat tightened at her name. Gideon had made him
promise that they would stay away from committing to a woman. Women were
fragile. They could be broken and hurt and ruined. Besides, Amber had said that
she didn’t want to settle down. So there really wasn’t a problem, was there?

He would focus on the matter
in hand. Or rather, the matters that he wanted to get in both of his hands. It
was his turn to see her body in all of its glory, and he was fit to burst with
excitement. What he could see of her form when it was fully clothed was enough
to drive him wild as an unbroken stallion, but he was going to see her glorious
curves freed from clothing.

His cock, which had relaxed
following its very recent explosion, now filled again with heat, and he felt it
roll against his leg as arousal surged through him. He was surprised at his
high level of arousal around Amber. Only Gideon had ever made him feel that
way, so alert and ready for action.

He parted the front of her
jacket and stared at the full mounds of her breasts beneath her gauzy chemise.
He had seen how they wobbled with the movement of the train, and he had
struggled to keep his cock from getting hard as he’d sat opposite her. He’d
even resorted to covering his eyes with his hat because he’d been unable to
stop staring at her.

Amber’s chest rose and fell
rapidly, and he realized that she was both nervous and excited. He reached
beneath her jacket front and cupped her with
both hands
,
marveling at the weight of her bosoms and smoothing his thumbs over the dark
shadows of her nipples. They rose under his touch, and she sighed when he
pinched them. He did it harder, and she grabbed his wrists.

“Sorry,” he breathed. “You
don’t like that?” Was he being too rough? Gideon liked having his cock squeezed
firmly, but Amber was a woman. She probably liked it gentler.

“Oh I do, I do!” She stared
deep into his eyes, and he saw his own desire reflected there. So he pinched
again, and she ran her hands up his forearms, leaning into his touch. She was
so responsive, so sensual, even though she claimed to be innocent. A man could
spend his life with a woman like her.

“Can I take this off?” His
throat was taut with passion as he gestured at her jacket.

“It would only be fair!” She
smiled and licked her lips. “I’ve seen yours. Now you get to see mine.”

“Are you sure?” He
hesitated, still needing to know if this was all right. He didn’t want to push
her into anything she might regret. Fear scratched at his throat, and he
swallowed hard to dislodge it. He could feel himself falling for her. Every
kiss and caress was taking him in too deep—and she might not feel the same.
What if they made love, and she didn’t want any more to do with him? What then?
Or what if she liked him but didn’t like Gideon?

It would be for the best. Of
course it would. He should stop now. But he couldn’t. She would be
disappointed. He had to go on. He needed to go on. He wanted to go on.

“I’m more certain than I’ve
ever been, Harry.” The sincerity in her sparkling eyes spurred him forwards
like a firm squeeze of a horse’s flanks. He was her stallion, and she would
guide him, let him know how far she wanted to travel and how quickly.

He slid the jacket from her
shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Her breasts hung before him, ready for
his touch, waiting to be unveiled. He took them in his hands and squeezed them,
massaging them through her chemise. She was the embodiment of womanhood, of
everything he had ever thought that a woman should be. If she would have him,
and Gideon, he knew that he would never let her go.

But that wasn’t what she
wanted. Was it? His thoughts were like a runaway train now, unsure of direction
or safety, just steaming on towards their destination.
Wherever
that might be.

Harry pushed the doubts from
his mind and undid the ties holding her skirt in place. Amber pushed her skirt
and petticoat down in one go, and Harry helped her to step out of them,
kneeling at her feet to ease them out of the billowing material.

From his position on the
ground he could see up the loose material of her thigh-high bloomers. Not much.
Just a glimpse of ebony curls and he slid his right hand up her leg and under
the cool cotton, fingering the black bush that covered her sex. Amber moaned as
he touched her, and he had to force himself not to stroke through the curls.
Not yet. He wanted to make her wait, to make her ready, before he brought her
to the edge. This might be his only chance.

Harry rose slowly, running
his hands up the outside of her bloomers, over her shapely hips and slim waist,
then up from her corset to her breasts. He fondled them as if they were the
first pair he’d ever seen, and Amber moaned with each caress. He felt that he
would never get enough of her beauty.

“Shall we remove everything
else?” Her eyes twinkled as she asked the question, and Harry’s heart leapt.
She not only wanted him but was encouraging him to proceed.

He nodded and reached for her
corset. Once he’d unhooked the front, he dropped it onto her skirt, jacket, and
petticoat where they lay on the ground.

Amber placed a hand on his chest,
and he wondered if she could feel the rapid thundering of his heart. She must
be able to tell that he was about to burst.
Again.
Already.
She glanced at his cock as if reading his thoughts
and gave a wanton, heavy-lidded smile. When she grasped the hem of her chemise
and lifted it up over head, Harry nearly fell over.

Amber had the most exquisite
breasts he had ever seen. They were full and round and milky white. At the centers,
fuchsia nubs pointed from large pink circles, both of which he knew he would
struggle to fit into his mouth because they were so bounteous. But he would
try. His cock twitched with excitement, and he grabbed it with his right hand
as if to reassure it that relief would come again soon.

“Now
these?”
Amber gestured at her bloomers.

“Please,” Harry croaked. He
didn’t know how much more he could take.

She slipped the frothy lace-edged
white cotton down her legs then stood before him, clad only in stockings, her
hands entwined in front of her groin. Suddenly, as if realizing what she was
doing, she moved her hands to her hips and pushed out her chest. She was
clearly nervous, but it seemed that she wanted to appear confident so that
Harry wouldn’t be dissuaded from making love to her.