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  He hissed. “Don't do that.”

  My eyes widened at the bite to his words.

  “No, love. You can do that anytime you want, but right now, I'm on the edge. You feel so fucking good and I need to move, but I don't want to hurt you anymore.”

  “You won't hurt me,” I promised. “Please.”

  Slowly, he pulled back and the slight friction of the motion had my eyes widening even further. “Jackson!” I cried.

  “Ah, like that?”

  I nodded.

  “Then you'll like this even more.” He pushed back in, filling me up once again. The sensations of his cock stroking over places deep inside me had me squirming.

  “Ah, ah. It's my turn to move.” He said no more, but began sliding in and out of me, slowly at first, and then setting a rhythm that had me lifting my hips to meet him. I couldn't remain still. The sounds of our flesh slapping together, the sounds of my wetness filled the air. This wasn't a simple tumble beneath the sheets. It was wet and slick and sweaty. Primal. The way my body responded was just the same. It was as if it knew what to do, how to respond to elicit every bit of pleasure from the joining. Jackson knew what to do, shifting his hips when he all but rammed into me had him stroking directly over my clit. I couldn't keep from crying out as it became too much. While he'd made me come before, I'd never had something inside of me. I'd never known it would be so much better. When I came, it was like fireworks and lightning and bone melting pleasure all rolled into one. I couldn't help the scream that escaped, caught on the wind and lifted to the heavens, just as I felt.

  My inner walls gripped Jackson's cock, pulling him into me as far as he could go and wanting to keep him there. I swore he grew thicker and longer as his motions became more erratic. I knew his pleasure had taken over, just as mine had, and he was driven by his own release. I'd recovered enough that I could watch him, his face tense and the need to come tantamount.

  With one last plunge, he came on a growl, his seed filling me. I could feel it deep inside, hot and spurting. We were joined in the most elemental of ways and I didn't want to move, didn't want the moment to end. While Jackson was lost in me, I was forever his. As he'd said, there was no going back. And I had no interest in doing so.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  JACKSON

  I'd never come like that before. I swear I almost fucked myself unconscious. Just the feel of Hyacinth's sweet, tight pussy all but strangling my cock had my balls tightening, my seed practically boiling and I hadn't been able to hold back any longer. I came for what felt like forever, spurts of my seed filling my wife to the brim, then seeping out around my cock. I'd waited two months—two long months—for her pussy and it had been even better than I'd imagined. The perfect pink lips, the dark hair that shielded them and all her dripping arousal. It was the evidence I'd needed to know she desired me. Such a reserved little thing—I worried my feelings would not be returned, but her words and her concerns could be swayed.

  When I'd surprised her in the washroom, I'd been thrilled to discover she was curious and eager. She'd gone further than I'd requested—not just making herself wet but continuing on. There was no doubt in my mind that if I hadn't interrupted her, she would have discovered how to touch herself to completion. It was only better for me that I'd been witness to her first release. Then having her beneath me, watching her as she came all over my cock, that was something else I'd never forget.

  She was easily brought to climax. Her clit was very sensitive and so were her breasts. If I spent time on them—and I would soon enough—I knew I could make her come just by playing with her nipples alone. The fact that she liked it rough, a little bite of pain along with her pleasure, only made my cock swell inside her once again.

  “Is it always so big?” she asked, her voice soft and relaxed. Her skin was flushed, and a sheen of perspiration dotted her brow. Her hair, originally perfect and neat, was a wild tangle. Her nipples had softened back to plump pink tips. Her knees, which had been tightly pressed against my hips, were splayed open on her dress.

  “My cock?” I asked. I could fuck her again immediately, my need for her not abating, but I knew she must be sore. Besides, there was more than just straight fucking. I had plenty of other plans for her body. “Only around you.”

  Slowly, I pulled out and sat back on my heels. I watched as my seed seeped from her. Her pussy was red and swollen, her lips flared open. I dipped my finger into our combined fluids and held it up for her to see. The thick pearly cum was tinged with a hint of pink.

  “My seed, your virgin's blood.”

  She must have realized her immodest position for she tried to bring her knees back together. Situated between them as I was, she couldn't do so, and I placed my hand on the inside of her thighs.

  “Don't hide now, love. You're so beautiful just like this.”

  Her cheeks flushed ever brighter and she glanced away.

  “Come, let's get cleaned up.”

  I stood and reveled in the sight of Hyacinth sprawled out in the soft sunshine, the tall grass waving around her, her skin pale and so soft. Her thighs were parted and she looked like a ravished maiden. My cock bobbed toward her knowing she was just that and I'd done it to her. I held out my hand.

  “In the water?” she asked, unsure.

  I didn't want to repeat the conversation we already had or have her become tense and scared again, so I scooped her up into my arms and carried her to the rocky edge. It felt incredible to hold her in my arms, especially naked. The lush feel of her, so soft in all the right places, had my cock prodding against her side. I loved the way her breasts pressed into my chest. “Jackson!” she cried, her body tensing regardless of my efforts. I'd thought an orgasm or two would soften her up and distract her. It most certainly had, but she still needed reassurance that she was safe. That she would always be safe.

  I paused with just my feet in the water. “I won't let anything happen to you, love. It's my job, my privilege, to take care of you.”

  She bit her lip, but said no more. I felt her relax into me.

  Slowly, I waded into the water until it came up to my waist where the creek turned. This was where it was best to bathe, to clean off the sweat and dust of a hard day's work. Once my father told me of this place, I came often and availed myself of the private spot. Each time I'd longed to share it with Hyacinth, to lower us into the water just as I did now. I kept her securely in my arms, but couldn't help but watch as her breasts lifted and floated in the water. Her hair swirled about her back and moved with the slight hint of current.

  No wonder she and her friend Jane had come to this spot. It was the perfect place to splash and play. Little did they imagine a horrific flood would carry them away. Now, with the calmness of the water and the idyllic blue sky, a flood was out of the question. The way Hyacinth remained stiff in my hold alluded to her contrary thoughts on that. She was still afraid of another flood.

  I kissed her forehead and stroked her bare back, slowly relaxing my hold and separating her from me, but still at arms length. Before I moved away from her, I allowed her to get her feet beneath her so that she was squatting down, keeping her naked body beneath the water. It didn't prevent me from seeing all of her, however.

  “Let's swim.”

  I dunked down, letting the cool water wash over me; however, it did nothing to cool my ardor where Hyacinth was concerned—nor my cock stand. I came up and shook the droplets from my hair like a wet dog. When she lifted her hands to shield herself, she shrieked. “Jackson!”

  “Jackson what, love?” I grinned wickedly at her. “Are you going to swim or am I going to toss you in?”

  Her eyes widened, and then narrowed. “You wouldn't.”

  I stood to my full height and started working my way toward her. “I would.”

  Having her cower in fear was not the way to make skinny-dipping an enjoyable experience. I had to get her to forget about being scared, and I knew just the way to do it.

  She started to move her arms
and work her way backward while keeping her body beneath the water, but her fumbling through was much slower than my forward movement.

  “Do you know what's going to happen when I catch you?”

  She must have heard something in my voice or seen the predatory gleam in my eye, for she stood up and turned to flee, pushing through the water in her haste. I was frozen in place at the sight of her, droplets dripping down her naked body, her nipples beaded tight from the water cooling on her pale skin. Her ass was full and round and I had a perfect view of it as she tried to escape.

  I groaned deep in my throat, ready to have my hands on her once again. She might try, but she wouldn't escape. Ever.

  I allowed her to flee to where the water was shallower, where she could run with ease. When she turned to look over her shoulder to see how closely I followed, I had a delectable view of her bouncing breasts.

  That was it. I'd been a gentleman far too long.

  Easily, I reached out and took hold her arm, spinning her around and into my arms. I sat on the soft sandy creek bottom and pulled her down onto my lap. Her knees parted so she straddled me, her breath escaping in quick pants. I didn't speak, only lowered my head and took a delectable nipple between my teeth.

  Hyacinth cried out, perhaps a combination of pleasure and surprise. I didn't offer her any type of gentleness, for I laved and suckled until she was squirming in my lap. My hands moved to her hips and I held her in place, for I feared I wouldn't be able to last the way she was sliding her pussy all over my cock. It was innocent movement, but my cock didn't care. I was more aroused by my almost-virginal bride than any experienced whore or widow from my past.

  Fingers tangled and tugged at my hair, the slight hint of pain at the rough hold had me growling against her tender flesh. I nipped the turgid peak, and then laved it with the flat of my tongue.

  “Jackson, God. It feels so good,” she breathed.

  “I knew. I knew it was going to be just like this.”

  Moving one hand, I reached between her spread thighs to brush over her pussy. Our lower bodies were submerged in the water but it did nothing to cool her hot flesh. She hissed out a breath at my careful caress. I'd just claimed her for the first time; surely she was tender and sore. Slipping a finger inside, I felt my seed and her juices, making her tight passage slick.

  I watched her as I probed her claimed entrance. “Sore?” I asked.

  She bit her lip as she moved her hips, rocking them to seek her pleasure on my finger.

  “Oh, not so sore, huh? You want to ride me?”

  Frowning in confusion, she replied, “Ride?”

  I curled my finger and her eyes rolled back in her head. “Just like this. Work your hips and ride my finger. Find your pleasure. Or do you want my cock? Can you feel it against your belly?”

  “Again? So soon?” she asked when she looked at me once again, her eyes passion filled.

  “I'm going to be on you all the time, love. My cock's never going to go down when I can feel your soft skin, see your gorgeous tits, play with your perfect pussy. Even your scent. If I get a whiff of it, I'll be hard. Everything about you makes me hard.”

  “Really?”

  “You sound surprised,” I countered.

  She nodded, her hair clinging in wet tendrils to her shoulders. “I didn't know.”

  Something akin to male possessiveness washed over me. “Good. If you knew how the other men from town looked at you, no doubt you'd be preening for their attentions.”

  She lifted her hand to cup my cheek and her eyes, brightened to a whiskey color by the sunshine, held mine. “I've only felt this with you, Jackson Reed. You're the only man I've ever wanted.”

  I kissed her then, for I couldn't help it. I wanted her on such an elemental level that I wanted to consume her. As I licked into her mouth, laved her tongue with mine, I took hold of my cock and aligned it with her opening. Only when the blunt crown was spreading her pussy lips open did I lift my head. “Lower yourself and ride me. Fuck me, love.”

  Shifting her hips, she began to shimmy down my thick length, settling inch by delectable inch. I remained still, which was almost impossible to do.

  “You want me to do it?” When I nodded, she continued, “But I don't know how.”

  “Just feel.”

  Once she settled upon me all the way, our thighs meeting, I filled her completely. There was nothing between us at all, not one small inch. When she remained still, I gritted my teeth. “You're going to kill me, love. Fuck yourself and come all over my cock.”

  She looked left and right, as if she were looking for spectators, or perhaps even a wall of muddy water coming to wash us away. Neither would appear, but I knew she was not so aroused as to have forgotten. That meant I wasn't doing my job, so I thrust my hips up, nudging the head of my cock against her womb.

  Her eyes widened and she cried out.

  “Move, love,” I urged.

  She did then, shifting her hips slowly in small circles. I assisted her by gripping her hips and lifting and lowering her on my cock, letting her see the different ways she could move. She was passionate enough to recognize what felt good and moved that way. Her hands shifted to my shoulders and her head fell back, allowing me to lick and suck her damp skin on her neck. Her motions had my balls tightening and my orgasm swift. It was all I could do not to grip her hips and work her hard until I came. This was her time to learn her pleasure, to learn how to ride my cock. Oh, I'd give her control here and there, but when we were in the bedroom—or wherever I would fuck her—I would lead. I'd dominate her body and soul.

  Her movements had been slow and consistent, but they quickly shifted to frantic and desperate, her fingers tightening on my shoulders until I was sure I'd have marks there. “Jackson,” she pleaded, her breasts shifting and swaying with her movements.

  “What's the matter, love?” I asked through clenched teeth.

  “I don't know how. It's too much. Show me,” she begged.

  I reached between our joined bodies and rubbed over her clit. Her eyes flew open and held mine. “Yes,” she begged. I watched her as I got her closer and closer and I knew when she was going to come, for her pussy clamped down on my cock, rippling over it as if it was trying to draw it deeper and deeper inside her. Perhaps she was, for when she cried out my name, I groaned hers in return, pulsing my seed into her as the pleasure coursed through my veins. I wasn't sure how I was going to get any work done on the ranch, for I never wanted to be anywhere else but buried deep inside my wife.

  HYACINTH

  I awoke in darkness. Only the gray light of the moon shining on the walls brightened the room and I was completely confused. I didn't know where I was. The usual window that was to the right of my bed was not there, but on the left instead. My bed was softer than usual and I was overly warm. When I tried to push the heavy covers away, I realized it wasn't a blanket wrapped around me, but a person. Jackson.

  We were in the house he shared with his father, but we were quite alone. Big Ed had assured Jackson that he was content remaining with the other men until we built a house of our own, which, based on my husband's eagerness for me, would begin immediately. He'd even said he hoped to have the bulk of it done before the weather turned cold. All I had to do was pick out a spot to build it.

  I'd never truly dreamed of a home of my own, never imagined that coming to fruition. I'd been so set on remaining unhappy, to keeping all joy from my life after the flood and Jane's death, that I’d removed all possibility of a husband. Then Jackson had come along and changed all of that. In one day, he'd broken down my invisible barriers and discovered my deepest, darkest secret, and still seemed to want me. Want me? He seemed insatiable where I was concerned.

  I grinned into the darkness at his attentiveness, at what we'd done together. He'd even proven to me that the flood had been a terrible accident and that I was living my life in fear. I'd never wanted to return to the bend in the creek where it all happened, but Jackson had forced me to the sp
ot. Even then, he'd distracted me but good with his hands, mouth and very erect cock. How could I resist his ministrations? I certainly couldn't dwell on anything else but what he’d done to me. I had no idea if I'd go back to the swimming spot, but the level of fear it held over me was diminished. He'd been right; I had completely different memories of that spot now. He'd taken me for the first time there. He'd put his face between my thighs and made me come. I'd straddled him and ridden him. I'd been wild and abandoned.

  Laying on my side, his arm was thrown over my waist and his hand cupped my breast. Even this morning, as the sun rose, I'd never have imagined that I'd be naked and in bed with Jackson come nightfall. My back was against his front, like two spoons in a drawer and I reveled in his hold. He moaned and his hand tightened slightly, then relaxed. This was what pulled me from my sleep, his agitation. Our skin, where touching, was slick as if he were sweating. He moaned again and mumbled something I couldn't discern.

  Slowly, I turned in his arms to face him. Jackson's face was caught in the soft glow of the moon and even in the darkness I could see his jaw was tense and sweat dotted his brow.

  “No!” he cried.

  He was having a nightmare.

  “Jackson,” I whispered. Nothing. I repeated his name again, but louder. Still nothing. Then I put my hand on his damp shoulder and shook him.

  Startling awake, he sucked in a breath, his eyes opening slowly. “Hyacinth?” he asked, unsure.

  “You were dreaming,” I replied. I didn't need to tell him it was a nightmare if he didn't remember.

  He ran a hand over his face and exhaled. Swearing, he moved to sit on the side of the bed, his back to me.

  “Are you all right?” I asked, worrying my bottom lip with my teeth.

  “It's all right, love. Go back to sleep.” His voice was haunted, gruff.

  Unsure of what to do, I crawled across the bed and wrapped my arms about his neck, my body pressed into his. I savored his scent, now recognizable as pure Jackson, and kissed his neck. His hand came up and rested on my forearm. “Not without you.”