He kissed her again before they left the barn and she felt those delightful shivers through her body again. She placed her hands on his chest, but while his lips worked hers, she started clawing at it with her nails. Damn, where had this guy learned to kiss, if it could be called that at all?
His lips might be the only soft part of him, but they were firm enough to trail across her skin and leave a mark even if you couldn't see it. His mustache and the stubble on his jaw tickled and tormented her at the same time, as he slid his tongue in between her mouth. Not asking, but taking possession of it. She felt a jolt through her of wildness that originated inside him and she felt it and wanted more...what would his mouth feel like on other parts of her.
The nape of her neck, that stretch of skin between her neck and her shoulders....her breasts which hardened just at the thought of it and...oh man, she definitely wanted that mouth on her pussy before they were done. She could easily lie on her back with him in between her thighs, teasing her with his lips, her clit aching to be stroked and suckled by him. She'd come just from the fantasy if she weren't careful.
She sighed fidgeting as he kissed her jaw line.
"Are we ever going to get out of here?"
"Shhh...in a minute," he said, "You sure you want to rush into bed?"
"Well I want to get this party started," she said, "and find out what's underneath your clothes."
He chuckled and kissed her again, his hands splayed on her back, caressing it in ways that made her suck in her breath more than once.
"I thought you might want to take it a little slow"
She snorted.
"I've been taking it slow since I arrived here...and I've been waiting so I think it's time to show me what you got in those pants."
He sucked in his breath then at his boldness. Sometimes she acted like a little minx teasing him in ways men shouldn't be teased. Not when they were rock hard in their jeans and one feminine touch would set their skin on fire. If she weren't careful, she'd be introduced to his rope collection at some point tonight.
But then again, if she was looking for a hearts and flowers guy, she was definitely in the wrong place. Then he remembered what was in his pocket anted into the pot during the poker match.
"I've only got one rubber on me so we're going to have to make the most of it."
She smiled at him and touched his face with her fingers.
"That's okay cowboy, I'm covered," she said, "I'm on the pill..."
That astonished him.
"You're what...but..."
She sighed, furrowing her brow in a way that made him want to reach out with his fingers to smooth the tension out of her.
"Well being the only woman on a ranch of guys," she said, "thought it to be better safe than sorry...so if you want to go all night..."
He chuckled.
"I think that'll be too much for a first timer," he said, "Wouldn't want to send you home sore."
She sighed again.
"Don't worry about that," she said, "I can't believe guys are so hung up over a piece of tissue I probably lost to a horse years ago."
He cupped her face in his hands.
:"A woman's first time is supposed to be special."
Oh that riled her up again as she just looked up at him.
"Buck, I never had you pegged as a romantic," she said, "but that's not what I need or want."
"Then what do you want?"
"I want some of that raw power between your legs," she said, "and don't worry about hurting me with it. I'm tougher than I look."
He smiled but even though he wanted inside her pants and that pussy he didn't want to hurt her. But he'd never been known as a gentle lover either with the women in his bed. He liked fast, hard and wet, the kind of sex that a girl like her would run and hide from, because despite what she said, he knew she wanted to be wooed into bed, not pressed against the mattress with more power between her thighs than she could handle.
"So why don't you show me this cabin...beginning with the bedroom."
He smiled at her eagerness which matched that which sprung up inside himself though he kept it hidden.
"Who says we're starting in the bedroom?"
She went to grab her shirt and slipped it back on her camisole, buttoning it up too quickly to line them up right. Oh well, it'd just be coming back off again when they reached the cabin so no worries there.
He looked at her and slipping his arm around her shoulder, they walked to the entrance and opened the door.
Quietness met them instead of a group of horny ranch hands living vicariously through Buck tonight while he nailed his prize. They walked across the clearing to the other side of the barn and she saw the cabin ahead. It was fairly crude from the outside but actually boasted plumbing inside including a bathroom, just next to the kitchenette. She knew this because she had cleaned it out between residents.
The large sized bed was in the living room across from the fireplace and next to a small office area. Comforters were folded at the edge of the bed and it had two nice pillows, and unlike many of the beds on the ranch, it was postered. When he opened up the door, it was the first thing she saw when he flipped on the lights switch, the setting where Buck would break her in by the end of the night. The thought of that quickened her breath and she felt nervous for the first time. She had fantasized about a moment like this but never thought it'd happen.
He picked it up and looked at her.
"Having second thoughts?"
She shook her head.
"No...are you?"
He responded by wrapping his arms around her and pulling into another one of his toe curling kisses. Gently sucking on her mouth while he claimed it, and this time she slid her tongue inside his mouth first, marveling in his taste. God, the little minx, he thought, darting it around in dizzying circles inside, flirting with his own tongue. Just like that, she had turned the tables on that kiss. She reached down and cupped his ass in her hands and squeezed it.
"Melissa..."
She broke the kiss and just looked at him.
"You don't like a woman's hands on your ass," she said, "I'm going to need something to hold onto when we go riding."
His breath hissed at her words and he ran his fingers over her back itching to take another look at that camisole before he ripped it right off of her.
"I like it just fine," he said, "I thought you'd want to slow this down a notch now that we're here."
She looked around the room again and it hit her then. Yeah, she was here with more than six feet of red blooded man, his lips had left her mouth tingling and his hardness against her waist, weakened her legs. God, she needed it so bad and she barely had an idea of what it was, but they just needed to get naked and fuck already. He read her eyes and saw that there, but rushing things wouldn't work...no not with the newer fillies who had never felt a man's weight on their backs. And the woman in front of her might seem eager, but she never had a man burn the insides of her thighs with his stubble, and never wrapped her legs around a man, so tightly her muscles cramped. Her pussy had never been breached by anything belonging to a man and she'd never screamed his name when his cock stretched her nearly to the point of pain as he thrust inside its snug walls.
Did she really have any idea of what she was in for with him? She didn't look like at this point she even cared. He just looked at her and then he stepped away from her. Not the direction he wanted to go because his fingers itched to tear through those buttons of her shirt. But...instead he stood back and watched.
"Take it off...your shirt," he said, "And work every button...no rushing, I want to see every little bit of your skin at a time."
She just shot a look at him and he thought she might argue but she just swallowed and her fingers reached for her top button. Did they tremble slightly as she worked it loose or was that his imagination? Her face still had that brazen look and her body stood poised as if she knew what she was doing with him. If she had any nervousness, any fears beneath the surface in what lay ahead, he'd discover them soon enough.
Her speed quickened a bit as she worked her way down her shirt, and his eyes widened at the sight of the camisole teasing him from underneath it. Oh, he loved the silky feel of it under his hands but even it had to come off soon. But not right away, he thought because he wanted the unwrapping of his prize to take place slowly...
She reached the bottom finally and tentatively slid the shirt off of her shoulders and let it fall on the floor. His hands oh, they itched to slide over the sheerness of it and then peel it off slowly, from the top or bottom, didn't matter as long as he could see her skin beneath.
Not to mention those breasts, he had felt the nipples against him already, and he wanted at some point to suck them one at a time inside his mouth, to see if they tasted like ripe cherries. But not now...he had to control himself because he didn't want her to run out of the cabin. Despite her bravado, Buck knew she rode a razor fine line between desire and fear, the combination of which intoxicated him. His cock pushed against his jeans and he shifted his position, as he watched her looking at him.
"Now the jeans...slowly...I want to enjoy every inch of those nice long legs," he said, "and find out what color panties you've been wearing."
She sighed.
"I like all colors," she said, "It's the only way I remember that I'm a woman sometimes."
He chuckled heartedly, his chest rumbling.
"Oh I can help you with that problem," he said, "find all different kinds of ways to remind you what you are Melissa."
She cast him a challenging look even while she stood there wearing fewer clothes than him.
