Wyoming Nights (11 page)

Darlene was beyond caring.  She had never been this hot in her life. He was so big. Everything about him was big and he was loving her body like it had never experienced.  She was climbing to the peak of satisfaction.

“Loving you is so good Daniel, I want to scream,” she said into the side of his neck as she gyrated against him feverishly climbing to the summit, wanting the glorious ending, but not wanting the pleasure to cease. “I want to scream Daniel.  Don’t hold back...give me everything you’ve got...I want it all,” she said into his mouth.  Her breathing was heavy.  Her body was sweaty.  Every nerve in her body was alive.

“Let me give you something to scream about,” he told her. It took some effort but he hobbled over to the couch, plopping down with her still attached.  He began to raise and lower her over him as if he were lifting a set of small hand weights. “Move with me, Darlene,” he commanded her.

“I’m right there, so damned close,” she panted. Her hands on the back of the couch, her knees raised against his sides, the thickness of him so deep she could almost feel the heat of his seed seeping into her.

“I am too, but ladies first,” he told her as he thrust his hips upwards.

Darlene cried out in pleasure, “Again!”

He repeated the action twice more, then in short thrusts.

“I’m right there Daniel...I’m right there Daniel,” she cried as she flung her head back and gave in to the pleasure. A satisfied screech came from her gut as her orgasm uncurled within her body like a snake after a long hibernation. The tail end of it wiggling, rattling her insides, as the thick coils of pent up sexual tension unraveled, the head sitting up, snaking from side to side until sinking it’s fangs into a meaty meal bringing forth the much needed release.  It felt so damned good she screamed again as she bucked hard against him, riding him like a drunken woman seated atop a mechanical bull on Saturday night.

Her orgasm was so powerful she pulled him with her. Daniel pumped furiously, holding on to her as his face contorted, his toes curled inside his boots while he let go. 

I am hers. She is mine.

Darlene clung to him on the couch.

I am falling in love this man.

Throat hoarse, dry and raspy, Daniel found the perfect words to say to her. “Darlene Wilstrom, you were well worth the wait,” he told his wife.  He kissed her hard on the mouth. “I love you.”

He didn’t care if she didn’t say it back. It didn’t matter. 

“I‘ve fallen pretty hard for you as well,” she said as she lay against him. He was right; he wasn’t the kind of man a woman scheduled, and going impromptu felt even better for her.

That was pretty damned awesome, even though I conducted myself life a horny hoochie.

D
aniel didn’t speak as he scooted his way to the end of the couch pillows.  He held Darlene in one arm and his pants in the other hand as he walked down the hall to the bathroom. A great deal of preparations and changes had been made to cabin to make it a home for his bride. One of the major changes, along with the addition of her craft room was to the bathroom.  Before there was only a stand up shower.  In the past two months, he had worked with Jack to make sure his lady had a place to soak.

She turned a bit in his arm as he sat her down on the chrome claw footed bath tub. It was complete with a soaking headrest and an over the tub caddy rack that held a book and a glass of wine.  Daniel even went as far as to have add a large loofah sponge and two types of bubble bath.

He took a seat on a small wooden stool he had made for her which sat in front of a mirrored dressing table that he’d made for her as well.  When he reached down to remove his boots, she dropped her eyes, almost as if she were ashamed.

“Darlene, is everything okay?”

Her cheeks were warm as she recounted in her mind her behavior; actions which resulted in an extreme desire for a cigarette, a glass of wine and a soak in that brand new tub.  Her vagina was going to need it because she was most certain it was ripped to shreds and probably looked like an over worn turtle neck sweater.

“I...,” she exhaled. “I have never talked dirty in my life and I think I may have screamed.”

Her hands flew to her red cheeks as she leaned back and slid down inside the empty bathtub, wishing it would open up and swallow her whole. By Daniel’s standards, the few things she said were a far cry from talking dirty, but he was about to have some fun at her expense.

“Twice,” he said holding up two fingers. She slid down further into the tub. “It was my fault really, Darlene.  I mean, I worked outside, without my shirt, whacking on that big ole piece of wood, whittling it down while sweat cascaded down my muscles...inciting your delicate southern sensibilities.”

Darlene sat up slowly in the tub like a sleep deprived zombie listening for fresh working brains to pass by.  “What?” she said.

His hands moved to the legs of his pants, grabbing the fabric, he said, “Yeah, you were watching me cut that wood, and my muscles and sweat got you all worked up. I could almost hear you through the glass, saying
that’s my man, I am going to mount him and ride him like a brahma bull when he walks in this door
.”  This portion he said with a high girly voice as he waved his pants legs like it was her skirt.

Her eyes were peeking over the side of the tub as a grin covered the lower portion of her face. She mumbled to him, “You are pretty much right.  I am so embarrassed.”

“I hope you enjoyed our first time together,” he said as he went back to removing his boots.

“Oh yeah, but I think I may have shredded my girly parts,” she told him.

“Naw, I think I did that,” he laughed out loud. “Sorry, you said you wanted to get there and I was not going to let you down Baby!” he laughed harder.

She started to laugh as well.

“Darlene, you know what this means don’t you?”

Her head slowly shook no as half of her face was still hidden inside the tub.

“It means that every other day I am going to be butt damned naked in the back yard chopping wood, because if an axe in my hands turns you on like that, I will be a wood chopping fool,” he said.

Darlene was laughing as he stood, his pants around his ankles, simulating chopping wood. He raised his arms high over his head, pretending the stool was a piece of wood when he brought his hands downward. Daniel repeated the action as he shook his butt at her each time he brought this arms down.

“What will you do in the dead of winter? You can’t be naked in sub-degree temps outside chopping wood,” she wanted to know.

His eyebrows shot up as he kicked his pants off sending them flying across the bathroom. “I plan to go to my ground game and bring the party inside,” he said as he picked up the toilet plunger. He began a dance routine in his boxers. “I will put on a hot red thong and a tool belt, grab a hammer, and get to work building you some shelves.”  He bent over, winding his hips as his butt stuck up in the air, like an old stripper still trying to pay the rent.

“Stop it,” she said as tears of laughter rolled down her cheeks.

“Fine,” he told her as he put down the plunger. Slowly he walked over to the tub going to his knees beside her. “I am your husband.  I want you to be a free and as  sexually expressive as you want to be.  I am down for outfits, games, role playing, whatever you want to try to get your love making groove going,” he told her.

“Do you mean that...I won’t come across as some slutty, nasty housewife of Wyoming or something?”

“No, you won’t. I am pretty open Darlene...,” he started to say and then stopped. “...Well I’m open to most things.  I don’t want anything shoved up my man hole!”

She held up her thumb.

“Nope...not even your cute little thumb,” he said as he leaned forward to kiss her again. “I am starving and stinking.  I am going to shower quickly so we can grab something to eat, then I want to talk about the week.”

“When do you go back to work?”

“On Friday, so we have all week to work out some routines, best practices while I am at work,” he said softly as he rose to start the shower.  He dropped his underwear and stood before her nude.

Manly.

Hairy.

Solid.

Beautiful.

Mine.

Her body woke up again and she wanted more. She needed more. Suddenly she was up and out of the tub and undressing as well.

He only arched an eyebrow as she walked over to him bare and looking more lovely than he could stand.  “This time, I want you to make me scream,” he told her.

She held up her thumb.

“Aww hell no,” he said as he lifted her off the floor and carried her into the shower with him. “You will have to be more creative than that Mrs. Wilstrom.”

“I will come up with something, but first things first,” she said to him as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him.  A kiss that turned carnal as the warm water of the shower beat down on them as he made love to his wife slowly this time, sharing with her his desire to please her in more ways than one.

T
he sharp shrill of a distant ringing tugged at Darlene’s subconscious pulling her into the brightness of her first real day in Wyoming as Mrs. Wilstrom.  Today she was Daniel’s wife in every sense of the word.  Sore aching muscles complained of the night they shared as well as slowed her progress to finding the phone that was altering her morning reality.  It stopped ringing by the time she made it to the hall way.  Her hair was mushed, her lips were swollen and it felt as if her vajayjay had caved in and somehow, she had hurt her toe.

In the living room, the boxes she had shipped were still sitting behind the couch staring at her in an accusatory manner as a reminder that worked needed to be done. The beautiful nightgown she wore had wrinkles and creases from how roughly she had slept trying to find a comfortable position with a man that occupied most of the king sized bed. It was a glorious morning and a wonderful feeling to awake knowing she felt soreness instead of the dull throb of nothingness in her head.

The phone rang again. 

Kitchen.

Coffee was already on, for this she was grateful. A double boiler was on the stove with oatmeal already prepared, this was even better. “Hello,” she said into the phone as she located a coffee mug.

“Gurl, are you telling me all that loving with that big ass man is the reason that you forgot how to dial a bitch and say hey, guess what...we made it across country in Whydaho?” Krysten said into the line.

“I am trying to understand why you have combined Idaho and Wyoming?”

Krysten was nonplussed. “I was talking to your brother when he asked me had I heard from you, and I said no. I told him that you were probably getting the dicking of your life which is
why da ho
ain’t called me!”

Normally she would ignore such crass comments from her friend, but today she felt like a new woman.  “Girl, that stuff was so good, it had a heffah speaking in tongues!”

“Where you in there screaming
he Cumma in a Hyundai
?”

Darlene was feeling cheeky when she responded, “No baby, we came in one Accord!”

Both ladies burst into laughter as the backdoor opened with Daniel walking into the kitchen, Sheila D at his side. Darlene’s eyes dropped low then back up staring into those limpid pools of brown love.
My man.  My husband
.

She mouthed
good morning
to him as he arched a brow at the phone call. 

Krysten
she mouthed back to him.

“Tell her I said good morning,” he said as he kissed her cheek. He went down the hall to the bath and started the shower.

“Daniel says good morning,” she told Krysten.

Krysten was too busy being amused by her friend’s behavior. “Darlene, he wore your ass out didn’t he?”

“More like the opposite; anyhoo, I have a million things to get done today, when are you coming for a visit?”

“I am thinking maybe in two weeks...”

“Sounds great, let me know,” she said hurriedly.

“Why you rushing me off the phone?”

“I need to get a shower.  Love you, mean it,” Darlene said as she hung up the phone.  Her gown was up over her head and on the bathroom floor as she joined her husband for a morning shower.

D
arlene had a whole list of things in her head she needed to get done, starting with hanging some drapes in the overly bright cabin.  Being in the middle of nowhere had some benefits, but the people seeing in when she and Daniel couldn’t see them at night, creeped her out.  The excitement of finally unfolding the quilt she purchased in Amish country at Cornell’s store fueled her energies to get things moving. It was beautiful on the bed.  The second quilt she purchased went on the guest bedroom with a nice rug, some fresh wildflowers on the night stand and the room looked amazing. The small painting she’d purchased from Darryl with the seashells, was hung on the bathroom wall.

Other touches she added around the house said a lady lived there.  As an afternoon treat, once she set up her sewing room, Daniel took her for a ride to a natural hot spring.  In a swim suit, she and her husband climbed into the extremely warm water.

“This will help with the soreness,” Daniel said as he helped her in the water.  The hot spring had a slight sulfuric smell, but there was another soreness she wanted to address.

“Daniel,” she said as she leaned against the mud wall. “Can we talk about Angie?”

He shrugged. “There is nothing to talk about. I got accepted to UCLA, she went with me to be a Hollywood actress, my junior year, we got pregnant.” he said as he stretched his leg in the water.

“Ironically, it was the pregnancy which got her the big break.  After that she was getting all sorts of gigs.  I was in school during the day and home with DJ in the evening trying to study. It was our plan...,” he stopped. “...Well my plan to get on with the forestry service, work at Yellowstone, build a cabin and retire out here. She wanted no part of it.  After a while, when she became really famous, I had to make an appointment to see her.”

“That must have been tough on you and your son,” she said softly.

He flicked his fingers in the water. “You have no idea.  She got angry with me when I actually got the job in Yellowstone.  The retaliation came by her sending DJ to some fancy boarding school in New York,” he said with anger in his voice.

“What did you do?”

“I transferred to New York without telling her, and got to spend every weekend with my son,” he said with confidence.

She said nothing as she watched his face. “I was not going to let my son grow up without me in his life.  When he hit high school, he went back to LA.  I came back to Yellowstone, and flew in one weekend each month, or he came up to see me.”

“I see you two are close,” she said to him.

“My relationship with him is important to me.  I did not want my son to grow up thinking I didn’t love him or want him,” he said.  “Nothing was going to stop me from being his father. Hopefully, in the next couple of years, he will make us grandparents.”

The thought of another chance to be better at being a grandmother choked her up a bit. She moved closer to him in the water.  His face was stern, full of intensity. “Looks like you did a great job with him,” she said as her finger caressed his arm.

“I sacrificed so much fighting her to be in his life,” he said. “Yet, when I look at you... I think about what we are going to build together...I feel like I have been rewarded for being patient and waiting.”

Her lips came to his, kissing him passionately. “And for me, it feels like my life is finally beginning.”

T
uesday was a quiet day that Daniel chose to spend showing her the ins and outs of living in a remote area.  The first lesson of the day was with weapons. He opened the gun safe to remove his revolver, an automatic, the shotgun and a rifle.

“I am all about the 2
^nd
Amendment as well, but dang,” she told him as she eyed the stacks of ammunition.

He pulled out each of the weapons and put them on a cart that he wheeled out past the barn. Darlene followed along curious as to what he had in mind but uneager to participate.  Weapons were not her thing.

“When you live in the middle of nowhere, everything can be used as a weapon, but I find that a gun and well placed bullet can make a nasty situation go a whole lot easier,” he told her. “Humor me.  I need to be okay with knowing when I leave you alone, I am assured that you know how to protect yourself.”

“This is ridiculous.  I have two big brothers who are in law enforcement.  Trust me, they have taught me how to handle a weapon,” she assured him.

Daniel gave her a look of disbelief. Proving her point wasn’t difficult as she picked up the revolver, checked the chambers, popping it back in line with the barrel.  She aimed at the target he’d set up and squeezed off six bullets with the double action revolver, each round landing center mass. Without looking at him, she open the chamber and dumped out the empty cartridges moving next to pick up the automatic weapon.  She popped in the clip, pulling back the slide to seat the round.  Her hand braced the butt of the weapon as she fired nine rounds into the same target, still hitting center mass.  She still said nothing as she did the same with his rifle and shotgun, seating the butt in the pocket of her shoulder, firing confidently, hitting the target and handing the Mossberg slide action weapon back to him when she was done.

“I am thinking soup for lunch, what about you?” she said after patting his shoulder and walking away heading back to the cabin.

Daniel stood watching her tight little backside saunter away.  “What a woman!” he said aloud.

“I heard that!”

“I know you did.  After that beautiful weapon action, I may need to chop some damned wood!”

She turned slowly to look over her shoulder at him, “Or start the shower...either way, I am game!”

He grabbed the handle of the wagon and began a slow trot to catch up to her. Darlene began to giggle as she took off running as fast as her legs could carry her. By the time she made it to the back porch, her heart was racing and she was slightly winded.  He caught up to her in no time.  The man hadn’t even broken a sweat.

Manly.

Burly.

Fit. I have fallen so falling hard for him.
“It seems as if lunch will have to wait,” she mumbled as his face came close to hers for a kiss.

“Yeah, it’s going to be a while.  I have a few other things I would like to show you,” he told her.

Darlene was eager to find out what other lessons he had in store.