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  “This is a change of heart. Why, Kitten?”

  My plan wasn’t going to work, because I was incapable of lying to him. Slow tears started in my eyes as I confessed.

  “I thought if I seduced you, you wouldn’t turn me in to the RALDS.”

  Shock flooded his face as he thrust me away from him, clutching my upper arms with both hands. “You thought I’d do that?”

  “Russ, I didn’t know what to think. You told me you were a cattle rustler, gave me some cockamamie story of having to leave me unconscious in a ditch and I wake up here naked, with you naked and randy as a gibbon. What was I supposed to think?”

  “And your answer was to seduce me? My god, you are naive, aren’t you?” Incredulous, he stared at me with confusion mingling with the lust.

  Now I sat back on my heels and crossed my arms over my bare breasts. “Am not.”

  “Charity, you are.” He pulled me into his arms though I was holding myself rigid with my arms still crossed. “I’m not a cattle rustler, and I didn’t tell you that.”

  “You did.” Indignant, I could clearly recall him saying that.

  “No, it was a joke. I said that because you asked an idiotic question. Of course it’s short for Russell. Russell White. I’m sorry my little joke worried you.” The slight amusement was back, and it was beginning to piss me off. He was acting so superior!

  “Then why did you leave me in that ditch for two hours?” I snarled.

  “You’re adorable when you’re all indignant, did you know that?”

  “Answer my question.” I knew I sounded petulant, when all I wanted was to stop talking and finish what I’d started.

  “Kitten, I was on a horse.” Exaggerated patience emphasized the last word. “The storm was getting worse. If I had stayed and pulled you out of there somehow, we would both have been lost in the storm. I rode back to the ranch and got the pickup, but it got too bad before I could get us all the way back there, so here we are.”

  “Oh.” I felt like an idiot, as well as thinking I had missed out on what might have been fantastic sex because Russ was so perceptive, damn him. Then he smoothed my hair back from my face.

  “You’re a damn beautiful woman, Charity. Charity what, by the way?”

  “Green.”

  His wonderful laugh rang out. “Green and White. We’re a colorful pair. Well, Charity Green, does the offer still stand?” His big hands began to stroke me, and one thumb drifted forward to flick against the side of my breast, causing me to catch my breath abruptly.

  “Can you really read my mind?” I asked, half afraid that he really could and breathing even harder as his thumb circled my nipple.

  “I can read your face,” he said, lifting his head to kiss me. “I can read your body’s heat,” as he cupped my breast fully. “I can read when a woman wants me, and I’m pretty sure you want me. If you don’t have an ulterior motive, I’m all yours.”

  My pulse had started racing as soon as his thumb stroked me, and by the time he took my breast in his hand, I was in full gallop. Maybe I was naive, and maybe I was an idiot, but right then, right there, I could think of nothing else but having this man’s hands all over me and that gorgeous cock inside. I melted all over him and opened my lips for him to plunder. He was all mine? I was all his. At least for now.

  Chapter 5

  While the blizzard raged outside, we raised the inside temperature of that cabin to near combustion levels. Other than a few encounters with teen-aged boys, who were eager but not skilled, I was very inexperienced. It was pretty clear to me, though, that Russ was an expert and then some. He took control almost from the start, pinning me where he wanted me and running his hands over my body as I shivered in anticipation. After a kiss that lasted forever and brought me to the brink of something I sensed was incredible, he took my face in his hands and gazed at me once more. His expression was more tender than lustful, and it did powerful things to my insides.

  “Do you trust me?” Speaking softly, he ran his thumb over my lips. His eyes on my lips sent spikes of passion through me, and made me think I’d like him to bite them. I swayed toward him, my eyes half closed in silent invitation.

  “I guess.” God, I wanted to trust him. I didn’t understand myself. Maybe the hypothermia had caused some brain damage. I no longer cared whether he was a good guy or a bad guy. I just wanted him to keep pretending he cherished me and to fuck me, long, hard and thoroughly.

  “I’m going to teach you about your body, Kitten. Since you don’t trust me completely, yet, there are things we won’t do for now. But the more you relax and trust me not to hurt you, the better you’re going to like it, I promise.”

  I wanted to protest that I did trust him completely, but it wouldn’t be the truth, and worse, he’d know it. I didn’t really trust anyone, not after the way my life had gone so far. Russ was still a stranger, and still the only man who had ever touched me intimately, other than the spankings I received from the Prophet. Though I sensed that those were sexual for the Prophet, and though they gave me strange tingling at my core, I didn’t count them. There was something sleazy and dirty about those, and nothing of the sort in what was happening right now. My breath was coming faster as his closeness sparked unknown sensations throughout my body.

  Russ made a deft move and next thing I knew, I was on my back, with him leaning above me and my knees trapped under the leg he had thrown over me. I could tell now that he was as turned on as I was. He was breathing rapidly, and his erection lay across the cleft at the top of my legs, creating need in parts of me that I barely knew existed. But Russ wasn’t paying attention there, or if he was, he didn’t let on.

  Instead, his rough fingers were tracing circles around my breasts, spiraling lazily up until he reached the areolae, first one, then the other. My nipples felt like they were reaching for him, and in fact I had arched my back and put my shoulders back to thrust into his fingers, but he denied me the touch I most desired, his fingers on my nipples, rolling and twisting them like the boys who had been my only lovers did, so long ago.

  As his fingers traced rings of fire around my breasts, he plundered my mouth with an insistent tongue, sometimes nipping at my lips and sucking the lower one in almost painfully. His taste was intoxicating, his breath laced with something I couldn’t identify. Returning his kisses, I hesitantly sucked on his tongue as it darted in, causing him to moan into my mouth.

  Occasionally, his lips would leave mine and wander to the base of my neck, nibbling, sucking and kissing there, too until I was wild with lust and ready to scream. Something I’d never felt before was happening in the molten center of me as moisture gathered and spilled over.

  Each time Russ stopped circling and started back at the base of a breast, I moaned and arched further, until I was bowed on the bed like a sapling in a hurricane. My breath came in ragged gasps, and I wanted to spread my legs to him, but they were trapped and I couldn’t move them. His finger approached my straining tip again and I writhed, hoping to trick him into touching it. This time, he formed a pincer of his thumb and forefinger, clamping into the nipple in a sudden sharp pinch that made me cry out.

  “Did that hurt, Kitten?” His voice was like warm honey, seductive and lustful. The question was rhetorical.

  “God, no. Do it again, Russ. God, that’s...” I didn’t have the words to tell him what his pinch had done to me, sending a signal straight to the muscles inside me, where they clenched powerfully.

  My eyes had been clamped shut, but now they flew open to see his face, flushed and smiling, lower to the other breast. Oh, god, his warm tongue dragged across the sensitive tip of the nipple, while fireworks went off in my head. Then he nipped and I screamed my pleasure again.

  “So responsive,” he murmured. His sensual assault on my breasts and tender nipples continued until I was moaning and whimpering with every breath. Then, he moved lower.

  He moved his leg off my knees and his right hand came down to urge my legs apart, dragging a thumb al
ong my slit as he worked his hand between my legs and opened it to spread me until I was fully exposed to him. Delicately, he dipped a finger into the opening, then out again, bringing a slick rope of moisture with it.

  “That’s my girl,” he murmured. “You’re so wet for me already.” His approval thrilled me and sent waves of pleasure spreading from my groin, where his finger was teasing my most sensitive spot, to my extremities. He left my breasts for a moment, only to come up for a deep kiss as his finger thrust into me again. I moaned into his mouth and was met with an answering moan that set me on fire.

  Bringing the hand that had been between my legs to my breast to roll my nipple again, the slick wetness causing it to pucker with unexpected cooling, Russ’s warm mouth engulfed it seconds later.

  A groan of pleasure escaped his lips as he whispered, “You taste like nectar. I can’t wait for the main course.” My pussy clenched in response. No one had gone down on me, ever. I only knew of it from books, but I had imagined the incredible sensation as I read. Now I could think of nothing else. I pushed my mound forward, searching in vain for his hand, which was squeezing my breast again as he sucked each nipple into his mouth and let go with a little pop. I was going to die if he didn’t touch me there again, and soon.

  Russ lifted his head to look at me again with his uncanny ability to read my mind. “What would you like me to do to you now, Kitten?” The seductive whisper tickled the ear he whispered it into, and fanned the flames that threatened to engulf me.

  Panting with need, I didn’t know how to ask. Books or no books, potty mouth or no potty mouth, I had never told a man or boy what I wanted, never talked dirty during sex, never even expressed it in my thoughts. My voice was unrecognizable to me as I ground out, “Touch me there, Russ. God, I need it. Touch me, please.”

  “Touch you where, Kitten?” Soft, insistent, the whisper insinuated itself into the fire in my veins and danced along my nerve endings.

  I groaned in frustration. He was going to make me say it? Okay, then I’d say it. “Touch my clit. Please, please, touch it.”

  “With what, my sweet?”

  I wailed, and then the sweet sensation flooded me as his finger found me there once again. But Russ was leaving me, scooting down on the bed. My arms begged him to return.

  The warm, wet tongue where his finger had been sent my trembling body over a cliff of sensation, something like I imagined it would feel to be swept over a waterfall. A rush of energy shook me as wave after explosive wave rocked my body, while his tongue worked to remain where it was. He teased and licked my clit, sucking and nipping, and the entire time his finger, or maybe two fingers worked inside me.

  What was this? I was falling apart, dissolving into thin air, shaking the bed, the cabin and the very earth with the force of it. At last, my body’s paroxysm let me go and I sank into the bed, spent, though still impaled on Russ’s fingers.

  “Oh, my god! What was that?” I managed to gasp.

  Russ almost growled as he said, “You’ve never had an orgasm before?”

  “That was an orgasm? Shit, I’ve been robbed.”

  Russ’s abrupt bark of a laugh made me jump. “You’ve been robbed? What do you mean?”

  “I mean those boys made me think that sort of warm feeling that comes over you when you have sex is an orgasm.”

  “Well, sweetheart, I think you’ll find that they run the gamut.”

  “This one was the granddaddy of all orgasms, then. I thought I was dying.”

  “La petite mort,” he said.

  “What?”

  “It’s French, for ‘the little death’. It’s a euphemism for orgasm. My Kitten, are you ready to die again?”

  “Are you kidding?” I wasn’t sure another of those wouldn’t actually kill me, but I could be persuaded to find out.

  “Well, no. You may think you’re satisfied, but we’ve only just begun. And I must point out that I am not satisfied.”

  How could I have forgotten? Russ had driven every thought out of my head except the pleasures I was experiencing. I had neglected him. I knew about blue balls, the boys had told me. Good god, they had never had such a large, purple-headed cock, though. Wanting to possess it, with little thought, I reached for it. Russ twitched it away.

  “Please, Russ, I want to touch you. I want to make you feel like I feel.”

  “All in good time, Kitten. Show me how you touch yourself.” His voice, a low growl made something lurch deep inside me.

  “I, um, I don’t.” Timidly, because I would be too embarrassed to do that in front of him.

  “Don’t lie to me, sweet,” He looked menacing, which scared me but sent a thrill of lust through me again. Nervously, I extended my hand between my legs, and spread the lips there, dragging the remaining juices up until they lubricated my clit deliciously. I began to circle, dipping for more moisture now and then, and finally touching the highly sensitive tip of the little bud. I didn’t know which was more erotic, the sensation of my fingers pleasuring myself, or Russ’s eyes on me. He licked his lips as he watched and my belly dropped through the bed into the floor.

  I put my other hand down to use two fingers to press beside my sensitive nubbin, causing it to pop up, like a jack in the box, from its hood. Russ’s avid stare made me feel sexy and excitingly naughty, and my finger began to flutter as the sensation became too much to bear for more than a split second. I could hardly keep my eyes open, so I almost missed the moment that Russ leaned all the way into me and took just the tip of my rigid bud between his lips, his tongue fluttering where my finger had been only a second before.

  I jumped as if given an electric shock, and my pussy flooded. It was different from the first orgasm, and I wasn’t sure if it was one of those gamut things Russ had spoken of, or something entirely different. Suddenly I felt empty and needy. I wanted to be filled, needed to stem the flood. I opened my eyes all the way, to find Russ watching me carefully.

  “I’m going to fuck you now,” he said, the simple statement growled in that seductive voice like warm honey.

  Instantly, every part of my body that had felt his fingers or his tongue leapt into flame. Nothing would quench it but his body pressing down on mine, that gorgeous cock buried to the hilt inside me. I knew it better than I knew my own name.

  “Oh, god, do it,” I breathed.

  Tortuously, he used his hand to guide the head just to my opening, just enough to part the inner lips and touch the heated, liquid entrance. I moaned and thrust forward, wanting more.

  “Open your eyes, Kitten. I want to see your eyes when I enter you.”

  I opened them, gazing into his. They were darker, no longer cobalt blue, but something stormy. Mediterranean, maybe. When I licked my lips, he ruthlessly thrust his hard shaft into my ready and waiting opening, filling me in a way I hadn’t even known I needed only an hour before. At the same time, I felt both split in two and fulfilled, as if my whole life had been leading up to this moment, with this man’s cock fit perfectly into me to join us as two lost halves searching for the whole. My legs came up to wrap around his waist and squeeze, because I didn’t want him to move. If I could have died with that feeling of fullness and fulfillment, I would have died happy.

  Slowly, Russ pressed back on my vice-grip legs, and slowly, as I felt the waves of pleasure from the sensation of his dick moving in and out of me, I released him to do as he wished. Our eyes were locked together, our deep breathing paired in unison. He took his time, thrusting into me now quickly, now slowly, but always with his eyes on my face, drowning me with their deep, deep blue.

  It was too intense, I was going to spontaneously combust if I didn’t close my eyes, but his held me in thrall. It went on and on, driving me again to the brink of a crashing orgasm and then he would stop, wait for my breathing to slow, and start again. Each time, the pleasure built until I knew that when he allowed me release, it would be a tsunami that would sweep us away. A keening noise was coming from somewhere, and as it built, I realized it w
as me, winding up for a scream that could split atoms.

  And then it was there, that tidal wave accompanied by the scream that ripped from my throat. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. An eternity later, I lay stunned, still filled with him, still vulnerable to his greedy stare. And then, he slowly pulled out, to sharp jerks and gasps from me. He took off a condom, then, and I dimly wondered when he had put it on. I had no memory of it. Had he climaxed? Was this the end of this amazing night?

  “Kitten, how do you feel?”

  “Shattered. Energized. Uplifted. Amazing. How do you feel?”

  “I feel good that you are so satisfied.” A lazy smile lit his face.

  “No worries on that score. Did I satisfy you?” Unaccountably shy with this man who now knew me inside and out, but anxious to have pleased him, I hoped it had been as good for him as for me.

  “I am feeling very pleased. But, I didn’t come.” Russ’s eyes glittered as he said these words, matter-of-factly, not meaning to shock me, but it did.

  “Russ! Why not?” It was devastating, and my eyes filled with tears.

  “My Kitten, I want your pretty mouth. Have you ever satisfied a man that way?” He was stroking my hair, giving me soft kisses along my jaw line.

  “Oh. Oh. Well, I’ve had it in my mouth, you know, sucked some.” Why was it so hard to say the words? “But never all the way. Do you mean all the way?” The thought frightened me, more than a little. His cock was enormous. Could I take it all? Did I even want to? Yes, I did, god help me. I wanted every sensation this man could give me, and damn the consequences.

  “Yes, sweet. I mean I would like you to suck me until I come. Suck me off. Would you do that for me?” Dreamily, I heard the words, suck me off, the delicious naughtiness of them landing deep in my belly somewhere, and I answered with perfect honesty.

  “Russ, all I can do is try. I would love to try. Your cock is beautiful.”