Chapter 6
BOSS
“One thing you'll learn is that we ranchers take a lot of showers,” I say with a chuckle, kicking off my boots. ‘After being with the goats, I definitely need one before bed.”
I swear there are stars in Etta’s eyes as she gazes up at me.
It's the same look she's been giving me all evening as we worked late in the dining hall and my office, grabbing just a quick sandwich for dinner.
She's still a bit shy, but whenever I ask her to give me a sign, it's green flags all the way.
My hands circle her waist as I look at Etta seriously in the center of the foyer. "This is where I make up some bullshit story about how there's a water shortage here in the mountains, and all women are required to shower with their men to conserve resources."
She laughs, rolling her eyes.
"You can now either slap my face for lying to you or push me away and laugh." I lean down to kiss the tip of her nose. "Or, if you do want to shower with me, I would gladly scrub every single inch of this beautiful body until you're squeaky clean."
"Squeaky clean?" Her eyes sparkle.
"The squeakiest. Since I'm a dirty man with a filthy mouth, I feel it's my duty to keep this precious body spotless while it's under my care.
" My hands grasp her hips, massaging firmly as I bite back a groan.
"Plus, nobody can text me when I'm in the shower.
You'll have my undivided attention. I'll be able to focus on every little breathy gasp. "
My head dips to nibble her earlobe, which does indeed make her gasp. Then she sighs happily, clinging to me while I drop a line of kisses along her collarbone.
"This is your cue, gorgeous. Slap me and push me, or get wet and naked with me."
"Wet and naked? That doesn't sound very professional. You mentioned a part-time job and giving me references. Are you going to talk about my showering skills in your recommendations?"
We laugh together, then she takes my hand and we start walking up the stairs.
"You know it. I'm going to tell the whole world how sexy you are. How incredible it feels to run my palms all over your sweet curves."
When we reach the door to my bedroom, Etta stops. "Boss?" I love every way she says my name, but this time her voice is softer.
"What is it, beautiful?"
Her gaze drops to my chest. "I…um… I've never done anything like this before. I went on the pill in college, but never… So, if I don't know how to do something, I'm sorry."
Mine. My girl. My precious angel is a virgin.
"Baby." Lifting her in my arms, I carry her to the chair in the corner and sit down with her in my lap.
“Thank you for telling me. But there aren’t any rules here. No right or wrong. It’s just play time. Exploration. You can tell me anything you want to do, or not. Okay?"
She nods. "Okay."
"So…just checking… You're not going to slap me."
She laughs. "Not today. Maybe tomorrow."
I leap to my feet, pulling her with me. "I want to jump onto the bed and kiss the hell out of you right this second, but I shouldn't wear these goat clothes on the bed."
I yank off my t-shirt and pitch it into the laundry hamper, then spin to see Etta scanning my chest and arms. We do have a gym in the basement of the dining hall, but most of my bulk comes from nearly two decades of farm and ranch work. Regardless, it feels good to see her face light up.
I grab the bottom of her t-shirt and wait for her to nod before pulling it off. Instantly my jeans get significantly tighter. "Damn," I drawl. "Those are some sexy tits, beautiful." I take her bra off slowly, tossing the peach silk and lace onto the chair.
Dropping to my knees, I pull her toward me so I can lick and suck at her nipples. They’re the same perfect shade of deep pink as her lips. The color is now burned into my mind forever. "How is your skin so fucking delicious?"
Etta moans, swaying from side to side as I clutch at her. My rough palms skim around her back, down her sides, then to the front to unfasten her jeans. Although I don't want to stop licking her tender skin, I’m impatient to see her naked for the first time.
I pull off her jeans, and she steps out of them wearing nothing but peach cotton panties. All my blood drops to my cock as it stretches and grows, eager to be anywhere near her sweet pussy.
She laughs as my mouth falls open, then shakes her head. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
"I don’t think they make ghosts this damn sexy."
She gasps as I toss her across the bed and kneel between her legs, licking a stripe through her pussy against the thin cotton. She smells delicious, like the warmth of spring.
Her panties are becoming wet from the inside as I dig in, nuzzling every fold of her pussy. Etta is squirming, her thighs spread wide. Reaching up, I grip the fabric, then pull her panties slowly down her legs.
I stand and drink in the sight in front of me: Etta, lusciously naked, her hair fanned out across the blanket, knees suddenly pulling together shyly, nipples puckered tight.
"Beautiful." I reach down to take her hips in my hands, gently kneading her skin as my hands slip down her outer thighs to her knees. "I need to taste you."
She shakes her head slightly. "I've been working all day. Shouldn't I shower first?"
I pout, sticking out my bottom lip until she laughs. "Just this once, because it's our first time. But as I get more addicted to you, I might be tempted to feast on that pretty pussy whenever I want.”
She rolls her eyes dramatically, clearly not believing me. Well, she'll find out.
I drop my jeans and shorts together, then grab two towels from the walk-through closet on my way to the ensuite bathroom.
I hear a strange, choked sputter, and stop. Turning back, I see Etta staring at my erect cock. Okay, I’m pretty big. Both long and thick. But I realize at that moment that my sweet Etta has never seen one in person before.
My cock jerks up to the ceiling at the thought that my sweet girl is going to be mine and mine alone. She’s going to learn everything through me about how a man should treat a woman. How she should be worshipped. How radiant and special she is.
It’s a big responsibility, but one that I’m happy to take on.
I turn on the water, and while it heats, I turn Etta away from me, sweeping her hair to the side. Her breath becomes fluttery as I dance a line of kisses along her shoulder, the side of her neck, down her spine. Then I straighten up, testing the water.
"Hot, but not as hot as you," I say with a grin.
She follows me into the shower enclosure, trailing her fingers through the falling water. "I love these tiles." She reaches for the sea-blue glass rectangles. They’re nice, but she's not admiring the decor. She's trying not to stare at my erection bobbing in front of her.
"Beautiful, I don't want you to be afraid. If this is too much too soon, just say so."
"It's not that," she sighs. “I just…don't know what to do."
"The last thing I want is for you to be embarrassed around me, beautiful. Honestly, you can do whatever you want. You can touch me. You can let me touch you. Or not. We could just shower and ignore the fact that we're naked and crazy about each other."
She giggles sweetly. "I'm totally fine with you touching me." Her blue eyes sparkle as she looks up at me. "I'm just worried I’ll touch you wrong."
I quickly rinse off the goat smell and then face her, my back to the spray. “Smack your hands on my chest." Etta blinks at me in surprise, then does it. "Now my arms and hips."
She bounces her palms along my arms, then as she's tapping my hips it gives her an excuse to check out my cock. I love her curiosity and willingness to explore.
"Now that thing in the middle… You should just ignore him completely." I grin. "Hell, shove him out of the way if you like. He won’t break.”
I lightly smack my bouncing cock back and forth to show her.
Her peals of laughter swirl around the shower, then I pull her against me, my palm automatically molding to her breast. I love the way she leans into me, always wanting more.
I just need her to get comfortable, even though my shaft is twitching against her hip.
"Okay. Clean making time. Let's do it."
I shampoo my hair, then hers. Then I wash both of our bodies from head to toe, taking extra slow, gentle care with her generous curves.
I feel like I’m in a trance, or a dream-like state.
Her skin is so soft it's making me lose my mind. I’m pleased to see that the more we touch each other, the more she relaxes.
Once she's all clean and rinsed, I drop to a knee, pulling her breast into my mouth with a groan. My hands mold to her ass, pulling her closer. "Mmm. Delicious.”
Her laugh quickly turns into a sputtered moan. "Don't I just taste like soap?"
"Nope. Like fresh mountain water and pure lovely woman."
Backing Etta into the corner, I set her hand on the shelf nook for balance. Then I kneel between her legs, draping a thigh over my shoulder. In the dim light, with the water splashing across my back, her luscious pink pussy calls to me.
Looking up, I take her free hand and latch it around the back of my head. "Tell me to lick your clit, beautiful. Tell me that you want to come on my tongue."
She blinks in surprise, then nods. "Yes."
The hunger inside me takes over completely as I reach under her raised leg to grip her ass firmly. "I won't let you fall, gorgeous. Just relax."
I don't really think there's any hope of her relaxing. Her entire body is trembling from head to toe the second I lick through her crease. My balls have never felt this full, and I have to spread my legs slightly to give them space. My cock is so engorged I might come any second all over the tile floor. I wouldn’t even be embarrassed.
Etta must know what an unbelievable effect she has on me.
Her perfect bee-stung lips open with a gasp as I explore her tender skin, my tongue darting all over. "Oh!" she gasps, her fingers tightening in my hair.
I love that she's so inexperienced and everything is brand new for her. It's making her reactions so honest.
The moisture across her eyelashes makes her lids heavy as she looks down at me. I groan as I make contact with her clit, making her tremble. The water and steam misting around us in the enclosed space feels like we're outside of reality. In a dream.
My fingertips graze up her inner thigh, then tease over the crease where her leg meets her body. Gradually, I flutter my tongue over every fold and nerve before focusing in on her snug inner lips. She's already wet, more slippery than the water splashing around us.
My blunt finger circles her juicy entrance carefully as my tongue presses harder, nudging her clit gently. Everything about Etta is delicate. Soft. She's already on the edge, trembling, and breathing with an erratic rasp.
"Someday you're going to want me here." My finger nudges inside a bit. "You're going to feel my fingers on your clit, and my cock opening your hot pussy right up."
"When?" she whispers.
"Whenever you want. Whenever you’re ready." My voice grows darker. "Whenever I lose my mind and start begging you, and you finally take mercy on me and say yes."
A half-giggle bubbles out of her mouth, then her stomach clenches. "Oh…" she murmurs, her hips beginning to twist as my tongue bears down on her button.
She's so close. Hovering right on the edge. My fingers squeeze the soft curve of her ass, giving her a gentle shake of encouragement. I add a second finger in her pussy, still not too deep but twisting my hand, trying to stretch her open.
I can't wait to find out if she can take my cock. It twitches eagerly as I think about it.
Looking up at Etta's tits bouncing with each ragged breath I groan again, pulling my face even deeper into her silky pussy.
Then she comes for me and only for me. Her scream isn't loud, no more than a whistling breath, but the intensity of it, the shock in her voice and her body as it trembles between my mouth and the wall, speaks volumes.
Her fingernails prick my scalp as she holds on tight, my tongue digging firmly into just the right spot as she gasps and twists.
Fuck Almighty, what is this beautiful angel going to look like when she's writhing on my bed and I'm thrusting deep inside her? .
Etta’s climax goes through a couple of waves, then eventually subsides. She looks down at me, blinking. "Wow."
She squeals when I plunge my tongue inside her and lap up her juices. Then I stand, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "Delicious. Stunning. I can't even—"
“Oh my God." She's staring down at my cock. The tip is red, the skin stretched taut. "That looks painful."
I chuckle. "Do you want to get out so I can have a cold shower and calm it down?"
She looks up at me with an entirely new expression on her face. “Why have a cold shower when you can have a hot one?"
My cock raises as my voice drops. "Exactly how hot are we talking, beautiful?"
She grins. "I'm not sure yet. Why don’t we find out together."