Lone Star 04 by Wesley Ellis

silken touch she felt the warmth within her grow. It flowed like thick and sugary syrup from her thighs up to the hard points of her breasts. Feodor moved over her again, and she reached down eagerly to grasp the hardness she knew was waiting for her touch. Opening her legs wide, she guided him gently through the moist folds of her flesh, opening to him like a flower. He rested just inside her, filling her but hardly moving at all.
    Jessie delighted in the slow, exquisite touch of his erection, and answered that touch with an easy pressure of her own. Feodor looked down and grasped her chin in his hands. “Jessica—may I say something to you?”
    â€œOf course,” she said softly. “You can say anything you like to me.”
    â€œI want you to take this ... as I mean it. There are not many women like you. Not anywhere. Do you know this?”
    â€œJust what kind of woman do you think I am, Feodor?”
    â€œI think you are a woman who is honest in her feelings. Who is not ... ashamed to let herself be what she is. You show a man that you ...” Feodor stopped to find the words. “... that you relish the pleasure of making love. Am I saying this right?”
    â€œOh, I think you’re doing pretty well,” she teased. “Relish, huh?” She bit her lip and gave him a saucy grin. “You mean like this, do you?” Very gently, she contracted her loins around him, stroking his erection until she could feel it begin to swell inside her.
    â€œAhhhh!” Feodor’s eyes went wide. “Uh, yes. I think that’s exactly what I mean. Jessica, you do that again and I‘ll—”
    â€œNow that’s not much of a threat, Feodor. At least not one that scares me.” She reached up and touched a finger to his lips. “You filling me up again comes under the heading of relishing the pleasures of making love. When you did that to me in the pool ...” She closed her eyes and grinned. “That was perfectly beautiful.” She pulled him to her and kissed him. “You are a good man, Feodor. And yes, you’re right. I don’t see anything wrong with showing what I feel. If you can‘t, I think you’re making love to the wrong person, and shouldn’t be there in the first place. I could thank you for being what you are too, you know. I wanted you, just as you wanted me. We let each other know that. It would be sad if we hadn’t, wouldn’t it?”
    â€œI don’t think there was any danger of that, do you?” He leaned down and took her in his arms, and for a long moment he stroked her slowly, thrusting himself against her, then drawing out again. Jessie lay back on the warm sand and closed her eyes. Each new stroke brought her closer, then closer still ...
    â€œYou like that, don’t you?” he whispered. “Everything I do to you ...”
    â€œYes. Oh, yes! God, Feodor, now. It’s time now, isn’t it?”
    Once more she clasped her long legs lovingly about him, pressed herself against him, and ground her fingers into the hard muscle of his shoulders. They were poised and ready, both of them, balancing on the thin edge of their pleasure—a breath, a whisper, a soft touch away from the thing they would bring to each other. Feodor thrust himself against her, burying himself in the warmth of her flesh. Jessie arched her belly up joyously to meet him, drawing him hungrily to her. Her hands left his shoulders and slid along the curve of his back to grasp his hips. When he plunged into her again, she dug her nails sharply into his skin.
    Feodor shuddered and bellowed out his pleasure. Jessie closed her eyes, clinging to him as if his body were somehow hers as well, as if the fire that exploded between them fused them together. Feodor cried out again, and once more she felt him rush into her like a flood. His pleasure heightened her own, reached down and stirred the warmth within her. This time her