her gone from his side ever again.
“I didn’t think I wanted a real one. Not just yet anyway. Reckoned Tawana still lives in my heart. I guess that’s something between her and me I need to get done.”
“She’s gone, Redd.” Jessy Belle placed a hand on each side of his face. “I think she’d allow you to live again on your own. In your own time and place.”
“I believe you to be right. It ached me, you gone. Now...”
“Now is our time, Redd. Who knows, tomorrow I might be found. It was to be our wedding day. And our wedding night.” She brushed against his mouth, lips tight until his mouth caressed them open. Manly pride surged when he realized she hadn’t done much kissing, remembered the blaze of glory of their lips meeting and Sister protesting. He savored the sweetness of summer even though it was fall, and moved his lips to the taste of soap on her neck. Then he moved mouth to mouth. His tongue entered the hole of those lips. Moved in and out in the masquerade of a man claiming his woman’s body. Cock reaching and stretching beneath his denims for her tight hot, and seemingly virgin center.
She took his hands, bold, placed them over her breasts. “Unbutton me,” she breathed against his mouth. “Take it off me.”
The moonlight caught a glint of her eyes, turned them navy blue like the midnight around them. “Give me my wedding night.”
Never fine handed, Redd took so long to unfasten her clothes he reckoned his nether part would be done before the deed itself. He tossed the calico dress far and wide, wrestled with his shirt and vest. Jessy Belle, naked as birth in front of him, squatted at his saddlebag for a henskin blanket. His senses dimmed. The mysteries of the cleft of her backside beckoned him to explore her in every imaginable way.
He had sense enough to wet his finger before reaching into her. The tight wetness almost had him shout out, and instinctively she rose a bit against his finger and down again. His manhood raged. Ragged breath almost halted his words.
“I know it’s your first wedding night, darlin’, but...is this...your first time?” He had to know.
“Yes.” Her face pinked just enough in the moonlight. “Yes, but...I heard many tales how it’s done. I want us to have our own story, Redd. Now get out of those trousers.”
He did, and her eyes widened like cactus flowers at the sight. “I don’t...I haven’t.” She seemed speechless and not from her injury.
“Never saw a man in full bloom?” he asked, voice as tender as he could get it.
“Nope. Not even living with the gang.” Jessy Belle’s hair showered around her and covered her breasts. Brushing it away, he sucked each as long as he could bear.
“Come here, then.” He laid her down on the blanket where she trembled beneath his gaze. With two wet fingers now, he danced with her core again, hanging on to every self control so as not to explode on the ground. “This’ll help things along.” He added a third.
“I think I want you in me. Now. I wanted it, Redd. That first night even, when we shared the wagon bed. I wanted you.”
Redd reckoned he’d burst. “Aw, there’s so much more.” He knelt between her open legs then, taking the fingers and brushing her mouth with them.
“We got all night,” she muttered as he kissed her, tasting her on her own mouth. Then with no more control, he edged the tip into her.
“I’ll go easy.” He muttered against her lips. “It will hurt, I think.”
“Then it’ll be the sweetest pain of my life. Hurt me, Redd, if you must. I want you deep inside. For better or worse.”
And with that invitation, Redd plunged deep inside, hot and throbbing against the virgin flesh.
Her gasp a love song in his ears.
“God, I love you, Jessy Belle.”
It didn’t take much time before he was panting and spent on top of her.
“Love me again, Cleeland Redd. And never stop.”
****
He loved her. Jessy Belle could live on those words the rest of her life.
“I didn’t think I wanted a real one. Not just yet anyway. Reckoned Tawana still lives in my heart. I guess that’s something between her and me I need to get done.”
“She’s gone, Redd.” Jessy Belle placed a hand on each side of his face. “I think she’d allow you to live again on your own. In your own time and place.”
“I believe you to be right. It ached me, you gone. Now...”
“Now is our time, Redd. Who knows, tomorrow I might be found. It was to be our wedding day. And our wedding night.” She brushed against his mouth, lips tight until his mouth caressed them open. Manly pride surged when he realized she hadn’t done much kissing, remembered the blaze of glory of their lips meeting and Sister protesting. He savored the sweetness of summer even though it was fall, and moved his lips to the taste of soap on her neck. Then he moved mouth to mouth. His tongue entered the hole of those lips. Moved in and out in the masquerade of a man claiming his woman’s body. Cock reaching and stretching beneath his denims for her tight hot, and seemingly virgin center.
She took his hands, bold, placed them over her breasts. “Unbutton me,” she breathed against his mouth. “Take it off me.”
The moonlight caught a glint of her eyes, turned them navy blue like the midnight around them. “Give me my wedding night.”
Never fine handed, Redd took so long to unfasten her clothes he reckoned his nether part would be done before the deed itself. He tossed the calico dress far and wide, wrestled with his shirt and vest. Jessy Belle, naked as birth in front of him, squatted at his saddlebag for a henskin blanket. His senses dimmed. The mysteries of the cleft of her backside beckoned him to explore her in every imaginable way.
He had sense enough to wet his finger before reaching into her. The tight wetness almost had him shout out, and instinctively she rose a bit against his finger and down again. His manhood raged. Ragged breath almost halted his words.
“I know it’s your first wedding night, darlin’, but...is this...your first time?” He had to know.
“Yes.” Her face pinked just enough in the moonlight. “Yes, but...I heard many tales how it’s done. I want us to have our own story, Redd. Now get out of those trousers.”
He did, and her eyes widened like cactus flowers at the sight. “I don’t...I haven’t.” She seemed speechless and not from her injury.
“Never saw a man in full bloom?” he asked, voice as tender as he could get it.
“Nope. Not even living with the gang.” Jessy Belle’s hair showered around her and covered her breasts. Brushing it away, he sucked each as long as he could bear.
“Come here, then.” He laid her down on the blanket where she trembled beneath his gaze. With two wet fingers now, he danced with her core again, hanging on to every self control so as not to explode on the ground. “This’ll help things along.” He added a third.
“I think I want you in me. Now. I wanted it, Redd. That first night even, when we shared the wagon bed. I wanted you.”
Redd reckoned he’d burst. “Aw, there’s so much more.” He knelt between her open legs then, taking the fingers and brushing her mouth with them.
“We got all night,” she muttered as he kissed her, tasting her on her own mouth. Then with no more control, he edged the tip into her.
“I’ll go easy.” He muttered against her lips. “It will hurt, I think.”
“Then it’ll be the sweetest pain of my life. Hurt me, Redd, if you must. I want you deep inside. For better or worse.”
And with that invitation, Redd plunged deep inside, hot and throbbing against the virgin flesh.
Her gasp a love song in his ears.
“God, I love you, Jessy Belle.”
It didn’t take much time before he was panting and spent on top of her.
“Love me again, Cleeland Redd. And never stop.”
****
He loved her. Jessy Belle could live on those words the rest of her life.
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