She didn't wonder long. His fingertips diverted her attention from analysis to ardor as they explored her body lasciviously; feathering from the nape of her neck to the small of her back, sweeping down and over the curve of her hips, kneading her soft bottom cheeks and thighs, darting perilously close to her sex--only to snap back and then slip even closer, stopping infuriatingly short of contact with her swelling nether lips. Sweet frustration surged through her, and her body--as if with a will of its own--began to writhe in synchronous counterpoint to his caresses.
Her mind reeled. What am I doing? Ok, so it's been awhile since---Christ, it's been months since I... But with THIS man? Ahh Jesus, those fingers! And he actually seems to like me. It's got to be a lie. What's he REALLY want? There's got to be something. There's ALWAYS something. But...ohhhhhhh my God!
He wrapped his arms around her and eased her down again, meeting her lips with his own, kissing her gently at first, and then with an intensity that made her want to devour him whole. Their tongues danced like dust devils on the desert floor, swirling and enveloping each other, their mouths locked in furious, feverish probing. She leaned back, pressing her thighs hard against his ribs as she straddled him, tossing her tangled mane as she reached behind her to sink her nails into his thighs. He groaned softly, arching his hips until his throbbing cock was pressing against the sensitive skin of her ass. She gasped at the touch of his hard sex and her body answered with a torrential shiver that threatened to leave her breathless.
He reached up and slipped his left hand behind her head, splaying his fingers into her unruly curls and urging her face to within inches of his own. His eyes seemed to burn into her, but she couldn't avert her gaze. Mesmerized by a searing need, she felt something inside of her burst open, as if a long-forgotten, subterranean door had been blown to pieces by a purifying blast of white-hot sunlight. His right palm was on her bottom now, squeezing the soft skin, the fingernails burrowing in, and every neuron of her flesh began firing in unison.
"Do you want me, Mara?" he asked, his voice gravelly from sleep and rising passion.
"No," she murmured, but her voice was as unconvincing as her attempts to control her trembling body.
He smiled a little, and then brought his palm down sharply over her heaving ass cheeks. She squeaked in surprise, but made no move to free herself from his grip. He raised his face to her breasts and began to flick his tongue over her each tingling nipple. She moaned and writhed, still somewhat immobilized in his steely fingers. His lips enveloped one nipple, sucking hard as his tongue roiled in wet circles against the quivering flesh. Finally, he dropped his head back to the pillow, fixing her in an unflinching stare. Those eyes. God help me. Those eyes. I WANT this man.
"Do you want me inside you, Mara?"
"No... I..."
Two more stinging smacks landed on her bottom. His palm came to rest against the hot skin after the second swat and began rubbing softly, as if to contain and guide the heat toward her drenched pussy. Slowly, one finger slipped down and found its way to her slick lips, moving teasingly along their length. She shuddered and hissed, looking at him wildly, struggling in vain against her body's urging and her unfathomable desire. "Deep inside you, Mara? Filling you? Fucking you long and hard?"
He slapped her ass again, as if anticipating her reply. She bucked on him, the passion pushing so hard within her that she felt as if she might explode from its pent up pressure. She burned for release. She burned for the feeling of his cock inside her. She burned for him.
"Say it, Mara. Just say it."
She shook her head. He pressed his fingertips into her stinging bottom. She fought the words, biting them back with every ounce of her will, determined to stay in control, determined not to give in. And then, to her utter shock and in spite of herself and her best efforts to keep them at bay, the words spilled over her lips as if on automatic pilot. "Yes. Yes, Caleb. Yes, please."
He released her hair and then grabbed her waist and raised her a little, suspending her just above him as the tip of his spasming cock barely grazed her dripping sex. She gasped in frustrated anticipation, shuddering as he held her there; fighting back an urge to scream that grew with each passing second. Finally, he lowered her onto his cock, arching his hips to drive it hard into her. She screamed and began to grind down onto him until he reached her soft center. The room spun around them in a blur of wild abandon as they spiraled into the sweet, sticky abyss of ravenous release.
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Henrietta Hudson was dusting as Mara floated down the front staircase, wrapped in Caleb's comically long terrycloth robe and fairly glowing. Henrietta turned away, trying to suppress a grin as she remembered the thumping bedsprings and slaps and moans and giggles that had filled the otherwise quiet house a scant half-hour ago. She'd been with Caleb for years, and it was all she could do to contain her delight that this lonely boy--whom she'd come to think of like her own son--had finally found someone who seemed to make him so unabashedly happy. Wiping the grin from her face, she turned to Mara.
"Mornin', ma'am. I hope you slept well?"
Mara looked at Henrietta incredulously for a moment, and then both women burst into knowing laughter.
"Umm...kind of. And I'm Mara. Just Mara," she smiled.
"Pleased to meet you, Mara. I'm Henrietta. Will Mr. Caleb be down for lunch?"
Mara glanced up at the ceiling and shook her head mischievously. " 'Don't think so. I do believe Mr. Caleb will be sleeping for awhile. He looked...umm...pretty tired." Mara grinned, glancing out the window and then back at Henrietta. "But I'm hungry enough to eat one of those big ol' horses in the corral out there, if you know what I mean?"
Henrietta smiled. "I do, and I think we can do a little better than that, Miss Mara. Come on back to the kitchen."
Mara skipped along after the older woman, glancing around her at the day lit interior of the sprawling house. Not bad. Not bad at all. You wouldn't think it to look at that big ol' baboon, but he's got a little taste, and that's an actual fact. There might be some hope for this thing after all. She chuckled and disappeared through the kitchen door, humming softly and feeling better than she had in years.
Upstairs, Caleb stretched and yawned. He felt relaxed in a way he hadn't felt in a long, long time. And he felt something else, too--something like hope. "Mara", he murmured happily. "My Mara. Mmm, I kinda like the sound of that. Yessir, I really do."
As he scrambled out of bed and headed for the shower, it dawned on him that, although they definitely got along physically--and that was an understatement--they were still a ways from a true meeting of the minds. But that would come, too, he figured--one way or the other--and he was sticking to that story. With a laugh, he turned on the cold water and howled like a wolf at the full moon.
As she sipped a strong cup of coffee at the kitchen table, Mara glanced up and shook her head. Henrietta nodded and laughed.
It was going to be an interesting day.