His mouth found the pulse at the side of her neck, nibbled, teased and moved on. Down… just a scant few inches to the hollow at the base of her throat, his tongue dipping in to taste the beads of moisture that clung to her skin. She sighed out his name and her fingers slid through his hair. "Jimmy… yes…" Fisting his hand in the sheet beneath her pillow he smiled against her skin as his left hand grasped her taut behind and pulled her against his body. She gasped and her hands clutched at his shoulders, her hips shifting against his. A sudden movement against her stomach and she stills her breaths coming in short desperate puffs. He shifted slowly, turning slightly, his body alive against hers, his hard length heavy against her belly. She lifted her hand from his shoulder, flexing her fingers as her mind fought with her emotions. "I… I…" She could barely grasp the concept of lust, but she couldn't quite say what she wanted. Inch by inch he moved lower, his face pressed into the valley of her nightshirt… his shirt opened wide against her pale skin. Turning his face to the side he moved the dark cotton across her chest, tasting the salt of her skin across the ivory expanse. The edge of the fabric teased her flesh, sliding over the peak of her breast to fall open on the other side. Jimmy brushed his lips over the darkened flesh nipping at it with his teeth, gently drawing her skin together in a heated point. "That's right," he coaxed, "you like that, don't you." Her eyes squeezed shut she nodded, her bottom lip stuck between her teeth. "Yes... yes, I like that." Smiling, his mouth closed over her nipple, his tongue sweeping over the hardened pebble. She froze for a moment and then shuddered beneath him as his teeth grazed the sensitive tip. "Oh yes …that." Jimmy tensed against her, his arousal pushing against the wool of his pants, her voice was breathy, needy and he loved it… loved the sound of her hurried breaths… he needed her to need him, if only just this once. Her fingers flexed against his shoulders and her hips pushed against him, anxious, needing. He wasn't satisfied. Teeth fastened on her breast, gently nipping along her flesh, and his tongue sweeping over her skin, scraping against the pearled flesh. He pulled back, ignoring her hiss of frustration. He surveyed his work, the pale pink marks of his teeth, the multitudes of little bumps that sprang up as the cool evening air swept over her skin, and the wet sheen of her darkened nipple. Her eyes opened and he gave a little smirk as she tried to pull him back down, her little hands no match for him, unless he wanted to comply. "More," her voice rasped into the silence of the moment, "don't tease me, Jimmy." "Like you teased me? Shame on you." His hand released her tempting backside and he slid his fingers along the edge of the shirtfront that managed to remain closed. "What do you want?" He looked up into her eyes for a quick second before he lifted the edge of the shirt from her skin and moved it to the side. It was a pretty picture as far as he was concerned, her pale breasts framed by the black expanse of his shirt gaping open to his view. "More, now, please." He moved over her, bracing his weight on his right arm, "More of this…" he brushed his knuckles over her skin and watched as her skin roused to his exploration, the peak of her other breast hardened to match its sister, "…or this?" He fanned his breath over her exposed skin as his mouth descended. She laced her hands through his hair and held him fast. "Everything… just don't stop." Jimmy did his level best to appease her hunger as she shifted beneath him, her hips alternately digging deeper into the mattress and then pressing up against him as she spoke in hushed tones, words tussled over her lips. Freeing a hand he reached down the side of the bed to capture one of her ankles. He felt her still for a moment as his fingers completed their circle and gently pinned her to the mattress. He heard her growl resonating in her chest and lifted his head for a moment to look in her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak but the only sound that passed her lips was a sigh and her head fell back against the mattress as his fingers slipped over a sensitive spot near the bone. Jimmy's fingers mimicked those of the piano player in the Saloon, dancing a merry tune over the delicate skin along the inside of her leg. Grasping the sheets beside her head he pulled himself up the length of her body, inch by inch. His mouth teased a path up from her breast to the cooling skin at the side of her neck, drawing her attention and blood to the same location. All the while his fingers slipped over her knee and made their way along the satin soft skin of her thighs. He reached the hem of his shirt the moment his teeth nipped at the lobe of her ear. "Now here's the question I need answered, darlin'." He gave her a lecherous smile and traced his tongue along the line his teeth had just followed. "On or off?" She didn't answer, couldn't… as his thumb slipped just under the cotton to graze the height of her inner thigh before retreating back across the line. Instead, she reached over and grabbed the window sill and pulled herself out from underneath his body. Jimmy willingly turned on his back to see what she was about and was rewarded by a most pleasant view as a few buttons on his shirt pulled loose and she knelt over his body with just a single button holding his shirt together just below her belly button. Looking down at him, her eyes narrowed. "What's so funny?" "Nothin'." She swatted at his hand as he reached up to undo the last button. "Then why are you smiling at me?" He slipped his hand between her thighs and gave her a searching caress. "I like the view." Sitting back on his thighs she reached for the button at the top of his pants. "Then I need to even things up a bit." Jimmy occupied his hands sliding them up along the outside of her thighs, learning where she liked to be touched… where the skin was its most sensitive, such as the line where the back of her thigh swelled into the silken swell of her bottom. He was just about to fill his hands with her weight when he felt her hand close around his erection. Her fingers teased his length before crawling over the tip, exploring the heat she'd discovered. It jumped at her touch and she slid her hand down to get a firmer grasp. "Careful," he growled. "Oh, I'll be careful… I want to have some fun tonight." She drew her hand up his length and her hand seemed to swallow the tip whole. "Lots of fun." Jimmy's head lolled back on the bed, strength leaving his limbs in a rush. She got up on her knees and inched closer to the head of the bed, reaching her arms forward to grasp the top rail of the brass headboard. Jimmy met her gaze as she lowered herself down until the tip of his arousal nuzzled her heated folds. A little gasp escaped her lips as she circled her hips around him, searching for just the right angle. There was a look of triumph on her face for a moment and then she slid down enveloping his length, widening her legs to adjust to his size. When her bottom met the tops of his thighs she let out a little sigh and wiggled against him, eliciting a groan from his lips. "You like that, don't you?" She mimicked his satisfied tone as her muscles squeezed him for just a fleeting moment. "Yes," he hissed the word out as he pressed his hips up against her. "No, no, no…" she wagged a finger at him and he stilled, "the rider is supposed to be in control, yes?" She braced herself against the headboard with her hand and rose up a few inches before sliding back down onto him, burying him inside of her. His hands flexed in the sheets, pulling them up from the mattress, his knuckles turning white with exertion. "Yes… yes… anything… just don't stop." "Don't stop?" Even as she asked the question she was rising up again, her weight on the headboard. She found her rhythm somewhere between the short, hard gasps coming from Jimmy beneath her and the rusty creak of the brass beneath her grasping hands. Jimmy heard a change in her breathing, heard her soft breathy laughter become ragged gasps for air that urged him on. He reached up and settled a hand on each hip, his fingers biting into the soft flesh as she rode him and guided her into a faster rhythm. He knew where they were headed and if they didn't get there soon he'd be of little use to her. Her frantic movements were draining the very life from his body and he needed his release. She was as eager as he was to find fulfillment, she answered his movements with an equal desperation shining in her eyes. She murmured words beneath her breath, an unintelligible mantra of need that had him begging her to meet him harder… faster. Loosing one hand's hold on the brass she pressed her hand to his chest to keep upright and marveled at the play of his muscles under her hand. The shift of her posture sent a stab of pleasure to rumble through her body as his shaft rubbed against the sensitive bud between her thighs. "Yes…" she gasped, pushing her body against his, nearly mindless in her pursuit of the pleasure she knew was coming. She could barely feel the tips of her toes or fingers and it didn't matter in the least. She had only one care at that moment, how to reach the true crest of emotions that she felt were just out of reach. Jimmy shifted his hips, a circle of movement that had her gasping into air. She leaned over, and felt the hardened points of her nipples graze the wall of his chest, giving him full rein to dictate their dance. He met her needful body with thrust after thrust of mindless passion. He felt the energy building up within her and an answering coil in his own body demanded release and he was only too happy to provide it. They heard little else besides their desperate entreaties to each other, their minds focused on the true aim of the evening. She reached it first, throwing her head back in triumph as deep shuddering contractions pulled at his flesh, drawing it into the warmth of her pulsating center. His muscles seized for a moment as relief flooded his body in waves of red hot heat, rolling through every muscle and inch of skin. Jimmy collapsed beneath her, his arms pulling her against him, knowing full well she needed no comfort from him. No indeed, she didn't need anything from him after the loving, but he did. He needed to feel her soft curves pressed against him in the dark of the night, putting to bed his demons and petty need for memories of the past. So, there they lay, spent and satiated among the twisted sheets in his rented room. ----- He pulled himself from his slumber and sat up on the edge of the bed, the sheets pooled around his hips. His voice stopped her at the door, "Wait." She turned back to smile at him. "What is your name?" Her tongue snaked out to caress her bottom lip, wetting it a bit as she gave him a look from head to toe. Her appraisal was pure animal appreciation from start to finish. Finally she gave him a hungry look. "Wouldn't you like to know." The door closed behind her. Email Diana Ryan TYR EXPRESSions Home