Authors: Lacey Thorn
He pressed in until the head of his cock entered her slick pussy. When the dazed look didn’t leave her face, he began rocking his hips, sliding a little deeper with every thrust. When he was halfway in, she panted bringing his full attention to her face and the tears that swam in her eyes.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked afraid of her answer, afraid that either way he wouldn’t be able to stop though God help him he would try.
“It’s starting again, Riley,” she whispered as if she were afraid to give voice to what she felt. “Every time you move, the tension builds higher, and I don’t think I can survive that again so soon.”
Riley caught his breath. She was feeling pleasure from him, enough that she was building to another release. Yes, Sarah was definitely the woman he had always dreamed of, hoped for.
“Just relax, sweetheart,” he urged her. “It will feel a thousand times better this time, because this time we’ll be riding it together.”
She caught her bottom lip between her teeth, and he had to lean down and lick it. He took her mouth with his, nipping her bottom lip with his teeth until she opened for him. His tongue invaded, explored and claimed. And in that moment when she was so wrapped in his kiss, he thrust home, seating his cock in her.
Sarah broke from him, pulling her mouth from him and crying out. Tears leaked from her eyes and only when he felt the ripples of her sheath around his cock did he know that it was from pleasure and not pain. Or perhaps from a mixture of both. Either way, he let himself go, pumping into her faster than he had planned. Then he was there with her, his scrotum taut where it lay beneath his shaft. He clenched his buttocks as fiery shards of pleasure shot from his cock to his sac then streaked up his spine. Never had he felt such pleasure with a woman.
It was in that moment that he realised something that it seemed the good sheriff must have already figured out. In the time Riley had been watching Sarah, he had gone and done the one thing he’d sworn he never would. He had fallen in love.
Sarah awoke to the feel of Riley’s mouth on her skin. He was licking at her shoulder and neck, his hands taking free reign to explore every inch of her that he could reach. It was still dark in the bedroom, and she had no idea what time it was. He lifted her arm that was closest to him above her head, and let his mouth kiss down her side to just under her breast. He licked the globe, letting his tongue explore the fullness of her without making one move towards her nipple. It was already hard for him. And eager. So eager for the touch of his mouth, his lips and tongue and the sharp sting of his teeth.
She moaned and turned into him, coming onto her side before him.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said, but they both knew it was a lie. He wanted her again. She could see it in his eyes, feel the evidence of his renewed desire against her thigh.
“I’m glad you did,” she whispered still a little uncertain of what reaction he expected from her. Was it okay to enjoy this with him? That was one thing that her mother had never said, referring to sex with a husband only as an obligation and nothing more.
“I want you again, Sarah.”
Riley’s eyes were right in front of her, and there was no missing the light of desire that shone there. His hand slipped down between their bodies to brush lightly against the juncture of her thighs. His fingers slid between the curls. “Are you too sore? I don’t want to hurt you.”
She was sore. Earlier had been her first time with a man. But she did want him again.
“We can do it again if you want to,” she whispered, but she couldn’t quite meet his eyes.
He tilted her head with his other hand while the first continued to play. “You don’t ever have to fear me, Sarah. I’ll never intentionally hurt you.”
She nodded but that wasn’t her greatest fear.
“And I’ll never leave your bed for another woman’s.”
She gasped. How could he have known what she was thinking?
Riley grinned down at her. “It was written all over your face, sweetheart. Plus I know the man your father was.
I won’t ever be like that.” He bent and brushed his mouth against hers. “I want you, Sarah. I have for a long time. Earlier, making love with you was better than anything in this world. I love your passion. I love that you don’t hold back from me.”
“You’re not angered by it? You don’t think of me as a whore?” She had to voice the questions in her head, had to know where things stood.
“Never.” His voice was hard, and there was a different fire in his eyes. “It makes me sick to know young women are taught that sex between a man and a woman is something to be done quickly and in the dark. Only for the purpose of creating a baby. There is no shame in what we do in this bed, what we do with and for each other. You’re my wife now, Sarah, and I am your husband. It will be an awfully cold relationship if there is no passion between us.”
“So what I did, the sounds I made. You’re okay with all of that?” She was afraid to believe the sincerity of his words, afraid to fall even more in love with her husband.
“With all of that and so much more. There are so many ways that we can love, Sarah. So many ways we can find and share pleasure. I want to share them all with you.”
He bent to her lips once more. His kiss was soft but no less passionate for its subtleness. He licked the seam of her lips until she opened for him then softly invaded her mouth. His tongue was slow and thorough in its exploration, and she tentatively moved her tongue against his.
Riley groaned. “Yes, that’s it. Explore me. Learn my body as I’m learning yours. No fear, Sarah. There’s no room for it in this bed.”
Sarah stroked her tongue across his lips and, when he didn’t open to her, she nipped softly at his bottom lip. He groaned and, shyly, she eased her tongue between his lips and inside the warm, wet cavern of his mouth. He let her explore for the barest of moments before sucking at her tongue and seizing control from her.
Both hands came up to cup her shoulders and draw her flush against him. Flesh to flesh, heat to heat. He was all hard planes and corded muscle, and he felt incredible against her. She pressed even closer crushing her breasts against his chest, trapping his rock hard arousal against her thigh.
She moaned around his kiss, wiggling her body in an attempt to get closer. She wanted to crawl under his skin and feel what he felt. It couldn’t possibly be as good as what she felt, and yet his actions and sounds made her think otherwise. She twisted her body, trying to position herself just right for his possession.
Riley stopped her by sliding his hands down to her hips and moving his lower body away.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” he whispered in her ear. “You’re sore and I don’t want to hurt you.”
Sarah groaned and tried to move her hips, but he stilled her again.
“I want you, Riley. I can take it. Please,” she begged. “I need you, Riley. I need to feel you like I did before.”
Riley couldn’t stop looking at Sarah. She looked unsure but he knew exactly what she was asking for. She was already burning for him and knowing that made his own arousal sharper. He eased her over onto her back and moved close to her side. Her eyes were filled with passion, a passion that he had ignited, one that burned only for him. He was a very lucky man.
He leaned down and sampled softly of her lips, torturing them both by waiting to sink deeper into the kiss, into her. But he couldn’t hold back for long and soon they were both exploring each other with hands while their tongues rubbed and twined. She wasn’t as shy now and whether it was his words or actions that released her from her inner fears, all he knew was that he was grateful.
Slowly, he moved from her kiss, letting his lips edge out towards her cheek and over to the delicate shell of her ear. From there, he moved down the smooth column of her neck then over to spend some time at the base of her throat. She was soft, so soft beneath him. And he loved the taste of her skin, doubted if he would ever get enough of it. He lifted his mouth just long enough to let his eyes look their fill of her glorious breasts. They were perfect, just enough to fill his palms. She moaned and a shudder moved through her, seeming to make her nipples even harder and tighter than they already were. With a groan of his own, he dove back down, securing one of those sweet berries between his lips and sucking greedily from it. Back and forth he went between her breasts, giving both equal attention. He used his lips, tongue and teeth equally, drawing out the pleasure for both of them. When she arched and cried out, he paused unbelieving of what had just happened. Sarah had reached a release with only his mouth on her breasts.
He moved quickly down the rest of her body, spreading her thighs wide with his shoulders until his mouth hovered over the dewy centre of her still pulsing pussy. He could smell the scent of her pleasure, and it drove him wild. He bent and licked her slit, eager to taste her desire. It was as good as he remembered, maybe even better, and he couldn’t get enough. He drove his tongue as far into her channel as he could reach and fucked her with it, driving her pleasure higher and higher.
Sarah cried out, her fingers twining in his hair. She didn’t know if she wanted to hold him there or shove him away. His tongue was driving her insane. The feel of his whiskers was making her mad with desire. How could something so pleasurable happen between a man and a woman and no one talk about it? How could she not have known how fantastic it would be, could be? She wanted to scream her happiness to the entire town, not caring who knew the pleasure she and Riley found with one another.
Riley’s tongue and fingers were working magic again, and she could feel her body gathering for another explosion, a much bigger one. She didn’t know if she could survive it.
“Riley,” she cried out his name as she felt her body fly high. Higher and higher she flew until it felt as if she were shattering into pieces that took off in a million different directions. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t catch her breath. Spots danced in front of her eyes, and she was afraid she was going to pass out. Then Riley was there, his face looming over her and the love in his eyes made her own water.
Air whooshed into her lungs and, as she gasped, Riley’s grin came clearly into focus above her. The man was amazing, absolutely amazing. He shifted position and she felt the nudge of his erection against her thigh, a subtle reminder that although she had found her pleasure he was still aroused. She went to shift so he could find relief with her, in her, but he only smiled at her and rolled to his side beside her.
“No, sweetheart. You’re still sore.”
“But you still…” She motioned towards him with her hand, flushing at his laugh.
“It won’t be the first time I’ve gone to sleep with a hard-on, Sarah,” he told her.
An idea filled her head, and he must have seen it in her eyes.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” he asked her.
“What if I used my mouth on you?” she questioned him and was intrigued when his eyes lit up and a groan left his mouth. “Would you like it as much as I do?”
“Probably more,” he told her then shook his head. “But you don’t have to, Sarah.”
“You didn’t have to either, Riley,” she whispered to him as she rolled to her side and pushed his shoulders to get him flat on his back on the bed. She laughed at how easy it was, and he grinned up at her. She let her hands wander over his chest and shoulders.
“Let me love you, Riley, like you do me. Let me give you the pleasure that I can.”
She held his gaze, unsure but eager, and only when he nodded did she let her eyes move over his body until they rested on the rock-hard penis between his legs. A dot of fluid appeared on the head, and it was pure instinct to lean down and lick it off. His smell was musky, his taste both salty and sweet. It was like nothing she’d ever tasted before, and when he moaned and gently stroked his fingers through her hair, she lost the last bit of fear she had.
She gently wrapped one hand as far around him as she could. She was awed by the softness of the skin covering such a rock-hard part of him. She licked over the head again and then again, hungry for more of his unique taste. All along the head, she let her tongue bathe him, taking particular delight in slipping her tongue into the groove just on the underside of the head.