Chapter Eleven #3
Gar’s mouth eventually left her lips, moving to the rosy-tipped breasts he had discovered on their wedding night.
They were sublime, firm and full and beautifully soft.
Gar lost himself in her breasts as Mattie cradled his head, encouraging him to suckle harder.
This was all so new to her that she was fascinated by all of it, slipping her fingers into his mouth as he suckled her nipples.
He sucked hard on her fingers, as well as her breasts, and all of that sucking sparked a raging fire between her legs.
She parted them for him, pulling up the front of her dress so there would be nothing between their bodies.
She could feel his hard erection against her thigh, but that wasn’t where she wanted it.
Grasping his manhood, she gently pulled him toward her wet heat.
Gar knew what she wanted. He wanted it, too, but he also didn’t want to chance getting any dirt on her.
Dirt and private parts would never do. Therefore, he stopped kissing her long enough to roll her onto her stomach before pulling her up so she was on all fours—knees and hands.
When he flipped up her dusty skirt, her pert backside came into view and he growled as he descended on it, biting her buttocks gently.
As he did this, he pulled her legs apart a little more so that his target was clearly visible to him.
That beautiful pink flower, just waiting for him.
He didn’t make her wait.
Placing his manhood against her, he thrust firmly from behind.
Feeling his full, hard length inside of her, Mattie cried out softly, biting off her screams as he began to thrust into her.
This was a new position for her, but one she very quickly decided she liked.
It was wildly arousing. Already, Gar could feel the tiny muscles of her sheath fluttering in preparation for her pleasure and he released her hips, running his hands up the front of her torso until he came to her beautiful breasts.
Grabbing hold, he pulled her into an upright position against him, as if she were sitting on his lap, and continued to thrust.
“Do this,” he whispered into her ear. “Put your hand here and rub.”
He took Mattie’s right hand and put it between her legs.
Using his big hand as a guide, he had her probe between her dark curls, seeking the little nub of pleasure that was there, and once he found it, he began to manipulate it using Mattie’s fingers.
She cried out in pleasure when she realized what touching herself could do, and very soon, he didn’t need to guide her at all.
Instinct took over and Mattie stroked herself, bringing about a release that had her screaming.
As she burst forth with a climax that shook her to the bone, Gar could feel her muscles contract around his engorged member and it was all he needed to coax forth his own release.
He put a big hand over her mouth, stifling her screams lest someone hear her and come to investigate, as he buried his face in the back of her head and spilled himself deep.
He thrust hard as he did so, four or five times, each one delivering his seed to their intended mark.
The first time he’d coupled with her, his release had been wondrous.
But he’d bedded her nearly every night since and each time, it only grew better.
In fact, he was seeing stars as he sat back on his heels, holding Mattie on his lap, impaled on him, with one hand still between her legs while the other was on her mouth.
For a moment, he just sat there and panted.
But she wriggled, slightly, and he realized he didn’t want to sit there.
He wasn’t done with her. Still holding her fast, he used the last of his erection to move in and out of her, stroking slow and hard, and in little time, she released again.
He could feel her. It made him smile as he continued to thrust, feeling the last of his erection die down, feeling her body tremble against him as he moved.
As if she were made for him and him alone, she reacted to every move, every stroke, every breath he took.
He’d never known anything so powerful in his life.
Somewhere, they could hear voices. Men were walking near the outbuilding, somewhere outside, and when Gar rolled his hips back to remove himself from her body, she stopped him.
“Nay,” she whispered. “Do not leave me. Stay where you are.”
He laughed low on his throat, the hand between her legs beginning to stroke her again. “You like this?” he purred. “How delicious for me.”
The voices were coming closer and Mattie closed her eyes, leaning her head back against him. “Do what you did before,” she murmured. “Touch me… there.”
His fingers probed her gently. “Here?”
She could only nod because she was so highly aroused that words wouldn’t come.
The soldiers came closer, looking for someone, evidently, by the way they were talking, and they were passing awfully close to the outbuilding at that point, but Mattie found that incredibly exciting.
The thought of being caught in a compromising position with her husband didn’t upset her in the least. As Gar quickly discovered, she liked it.
He’d managed to work her into another climax by the time the men passed within a few feet of the door of the outbuilding and when she started to make noise again, he put his hand over her mouth to quiet her.
In the process of doing so, she ended up biting his hand and he found that so wildly arousing that he began to grow hard all over again.
He was already still embedded in her, so it was merely a matter of rolling his hips forward and beginning that ancient, primal mating rhythm again.
That very thing went on twice more as the hours of the day advanced.
Talk of goats and cheese was understandably finished for the day.
Gar and Mattie had found better ways to spend their time.