Romance: The Quarterback's Touch, page 61
He swept up her dress and kissed the super-flat planes of her abdomen. She shivered with pleasure, erotic cords finding their way to erogenous points. Christian gently turned her onto her stomach and sweetly tortured her back. Heavy gasps rhythmically drew from her. From the very depths of her as she withstood the intensity of his mouth. She had never ever met a man with a sweeter pair of lips.
He continued his blissful punishment, inching towards the small of her back. He peeled her panties from the hard, round cheeks of her buttocks, and kissed her there too. He penetrated the wet, petalled flesh exposed as he drew her knee upward on the mattress. He drew out her moisture, lubricated the soft lips that enfolded, teasingly.
Courtney sounded like a wild animal, her guttural moans sounding in response. “Oh my goodness,” she exclaimed. “How are you doing that?”
“Would you like to watch?” he asked her in the most erotic whisper.
His question took her to a new level of arousal. The chemistry that flowed between them was thick and intoxicating, and though she was rested and fed, Courtney felt drowsy with passion. She could hardly think straight. He seemed so clear-headed.
She tipped back over and let her knees fall open. She offered herself to him entirely. Christian dipped his mouth to the center of legs and tasted her. Once again, he had Courtney calling to the gods.
She rocked up steadily, in a rhythm that encouraged him. She writhed, trying to exorcise the state that he put her in. Involuntarily, she pleaded with him to get inside of her, her need was so great.
He swept her face with the palm of his calloused hand. He placed her hand on him and urged her to do it for him. She touched him. Her fingers could hardly encircle him, he was so large. His manhood impaled her with a trail of searing heat. He filled her entirely.
He rocked her slowly and teasingly, remaining in the same position as when he entered her, and then he took hold of her leg and levered it onto his shoulder. He drove into her that way. She loved feeling his amazing physique with the back of her leg. She stroked the top of his shoulder, feeling each defined hard muscle of his shoulders, back and forth.
He continued rotating her around while still fully impaled; driving her insane with the sensation he was creating. From behind, Christian nudged her up as he sat back and drew her full weight back onto his body. He braced her in a full hug, wrapping his arms around her, crisscrossing and cupping her breasts
As he had her pinned back against him, he tweezed her nipples causing wires of pain and pleasure to spindle straight to her center as he pistoned into her. Courtney cried out. He motioned up and down, dropping his embrace to her abdomen as he guided her back and forth, arousing her without cease.
And there it was. That first tremor. That undeniable shift. Courtney was going to come. If Christian kept doing what he was doing, her pleasure was imminent. The moment he sensed it he began a little yet powerful maneuver. He gripped her legs right above the knees and fanned them to and fro. While he was working her body, pumping into her, he made wings of her thighs and worked her that way.
Courtney was helpless; had no choice but to cave into the wondrous climax that rushed through her. Wave and wave of exquisiteness rippled to every sensitive part of her body as Christian was still going strong.
He tumbled onto the bed and plowed into her, chasing his own pleaslike a madman. Courtney reached between them and tightened her fingers around his shaft to heighten his delight. His cries shook the humble farm house. She hitched her knees up and back to tantalize him while he was in the throes. Christian finally collapsed on the mattress beside her.
Courtney brushed the long strands of his hair from his face. They were damp with his effort. Bar none, that was the most amazing sex she had ever had. He was the most tender man she had ever known, yet the moment was bitter sweet. This was going to be a one-time thing. Their lives were too different. She could welcome him into her world, but she pretty much knew he could not bring her into his. With all that was right about their time together, so much was wrong and it could never work.
He must have been thinking the same thing for he kissed her quickly and sat up.
“I best be off to find a phone. Write down the telephone number of the person you wish to contact,” he said.
Courtney swung her legs over the side of the bed. “Here, I’ll just go with you.”
“No,” he said firmly, then tempered his words with a slight smile. “No. That would not be best.”
She understood. He didn’t have to say it. In fact, she would rather he didn’t say it. Without knowing it would, Courtney’s lip began to quiver.
“Ah,” he kneeled on the bed and wrapped his arms around her. “This not easy, is it?”
Courtney shook her head against his stone-hard chest. As hard as his body was, it was incredibly comfortable. She could definitely fall back to sleep on it.
She wrote down Lisa’s number on piece of brown paper he handed her and he was gone. She knew she couldn’t stay with him, but she wished there was some way that she could.
Chapter Seven
Courtney lay back against his feather mattress. It was off-the-hook luxurious. She wanted to just absorb the feel of his room. Any other time left alone in a man’s place, she might have gone through his stuff. But not now. She just wanted to get as much of him as possible while she could.
Not knowing how long Christian would be, Courtney dashed into the bathroom for a quick shower. She knotted up her hair so that it would not get wet, and soaped and rinsed her body very quickly. The feeling of her own hand made her mind and body remember his touch, already just a memory.
She let her fingers glide across her skin, still tingling from the powerful orgasm he gave her. He was her first for that. She reached down between her legs and stood very still while she worked her fingers very quickly in a relentless motion to bring her pleasure back to life.
The second orgasm for her was always like thunder. It slammed her, splashing her from head to toe with rapture. Courtney’s body was paralyzed with rapture as she moved her hand until she could move no more. She let the exquisiteness bathe her as it sent her muscles into spasmodic motion.
“Mmm,” she moaned out loud.
“Mmm,” Christian mimicked her. He had been spying on her.
Courtney started and then she was overwhelmed with warmth. He reached in and cupped her waist, drawing her to him for a kiss.
“‘I telephoned your friend. She will be here at supper time. You will stay here until then.”
He set a plain, folded up frock and cap on the lid of the commode.
“Put this on,” he smiled. “I think it is best.”
“Will the woman you got this from mind I am wearing her dress?” she asked.
“She doesn’t exactly know,” he said.
“Won’t she miss it? I hear they don't keep like a closet full of clothes.”
He smiled. “I forgot to consult my resident Amish expert.”
Christian left her alone to dry and dress. She folded up her discarded dress and put it on the back of the toilet. When she emerged from the bathroom, Christian smiled as though he were doped.
“I think I need to take you in this,” he said, his voice husky with sensuality. He touched his forehead to hers. “Ah,” he exclaimed. “Enough.”
They sat briefly at the table. He had prepared a small, morning meal of cheese and fruit. Courtney waited to eat as he prayed. They ate and drank, and then he put on his hat and took her out to the corn section of the fields.
The sun was super-hot. The sky was clear. It was surreal to be in one of these fields that, as a driver, Courtney passed a gazillion times. The rows were unbelievably tidy. Christian walked them over to the corn.
“What if someone sees me?” asked Courtney.
“What if someone does?” he replied. “You were stranded by the road and you are waiting for a friend, correct?”
“But you– we–,” she couldn’t find the word.
He turned on his heels and supplied it for her. “Fucked?”
“Oh my gosh, you can’t say that,” she said, and then as an aside she murmured, “You sure can do it.”
“Why can’t I say it?” he smiled, looking down at her.
Courtney sucked in her breath. He was so hot, with his hair and his hat and being so tall.
“Because you’re, you know,” she wagged her eyebrows.
“Say it,” he dared her.
“Well you told me not to,” she said.
Christian hoisted her at the upper arms and whisked her into the cornstalks like she was a rag doll. Once ensconced in the privacy of the stalks, he devoured her.
“You are so beautiful,” he proclaimed.
It was the first compliment he had given her, though she counted his shy smiles as praise. She knew he liked her. He swept up the hem of her dress until she was virtually bare. He stooped to take turns, taking each of her breasts in his mouth, suckling them.
With amazing strength and balance, he wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her legs up around his hips, and in a few moves, he impaled her with his generous cock while standing up. He gripped her buttocks and hefted her up and down as he stepped, the limp leaves of the stalks brushing them.
With her body splayed around his, and the position of his grip, Christian had full access to her. His fingers crept into the crevice of her cheeks while he continued to move her up and down. He traced the rigid drawn opening of her buttocks. It was so stimulating to be filled in one place and to be teased in another. His play caused her core muscles to clench powerfully around him. The rebound effect was an incredibly powerful orgasm. As soon as he touched her there, she peaked almost instantly. He followed her.
Courtney had the presence of mind to extend her leg so that she could control the movement. She pushed up and down on her tip toe, enticing him as he came. She showed him the same lack of mercy that he showed her, pushing him through to experience all their bodies could give them.
Chapter Eight
Slowly she stood on two feet. The hem of her dress fell back into place as they disconnected.
“At this rate, Christian, you may starve,” she giggled.
She waited behind him for some of his chores, but as the day moved on and they were more out in the open, he walked her back to the farm house. By the middle of the day, he returned. She felt like such a lazy bum; she had crashed and slept for a good bit.
He set their lunch. She was surprised at how hungry she was. Once she calmed down, she realized that something was not quite right.
“What’s wrong? Something’s wrong,” she said. “Did you get busted?”
“I don’t understand what you are saying,” he said.
“Are you in trouble for having me here?”
“I could be in serious trouble but it is my choice. This is my house and this is my land,” he said.
“Why did you do it?” she asked.
Christian cocked an eyebrow and regarded her. “Was it not worth it?”
“It was so worth it for me,” she said and blushed at what she was about to say. “I have to ask you–”
“Yes,” he grinned.
“Where did you learn to do that?” she blurted out.
“Sex?” he laughed out loud. “Sweet, I grew up on a farm. Animals don’t have a special bedroom.”
“You got all that from milking cows and hoeing?” Courtney asked incredulously.
He drew her in his arms. “I might have had some practice,” he confessed.
Courtney thought about it. She had some practice and likely so had the people she had been with. That wasn’t the difference. The difference was him. He was rare. She wondered if the taboo element of their coming together wasn’t an element to what made it so exciting. But that was not entirely it. The way he knew exactly where to touch and how to touch, was nothing short of masterful. He was either naturally talented or he had more than ‘some practice.’
Courtney was a little jealous of the others Christian might have shared his artful, sizzling skills with. And she also felt like she might have just been a sucker. Maybe he hooked up with people stranded by the road on a regular basis. He had been right there and at the right time.
“What are you thinking, sweet?” he asked, stroking her lightly.
“Why did you risk everything with an encounter with me?” she asked pointedly.
“I have been in contemplation for sometime. Whether or not to leave this way of life or not. I am a farmer and I love this life. Of that, I am certain. I am of the age of marrying and I am experiencing pressure to choose.”
“Well, if you have sex like we just had, you’re sure to have a happy wife,” Courtney remarked, feeling herself sinking into a pout. She was jealous of a fictitious wife that he didn’t even have.
He laughed. “I am not sure being part of the community is my way of life. I love some parts of it and some parts I do not. The wife I choose, if I choose one, has to be a member of the Amish church.”
“And you’re afraid she won’t be sexy?” she asked.
He laughed again. “Being an outsider isn’t a guarantee of sexiness, correct? Remember, you found passion with an insider.”
“Well, have you ever been with an Amish woman?” Courtney asked.
“Sweet,” he brushed the tip of her nose with his index finger. “Let’s have our meal. Enjoy our company.”
Chapter Nine
Christian made sandwiches of chicken breast with slices of homemade bread, with butter churned on the farm.
“I know something you can do for me,” he said. “I need you to make some more butter for me. Can you work a churn?” he asked.
He took her hand in his and made a slow, piston motion which resembled an erotic gesture.
“Seriously,” she insisted. “What will you do?”
“I'll lie. I will tell them you are a woman from another community,” he said.
“Will they buy that?" she asked.
Christian smiled. You are an expert on my way of living that makes you doubt my story is good?"
“I'm just saying," she said. "We could play Amish. You know role play."
"Role play?" he asked.
“Play pretend. Like naughty school girl. Strict daddy. It’s a game to excite us," she explained.
"Strict daddy?" he asked, with a hint of intrigue in his voice.
"Yeah, I can play Amish wife with you. I will churn your butter, baby." Courtney loved the idea of being his domestic goddess.
“You would be required to obey me in all things," he said.
"Oh, that is so hot," she said. Warmth spilled to the pit of her belly. "Yes, definitely. I would do what I was told."
He continued. "You would have to mend my clothing, prepare my meals."
"No take-out? No frozen?" she teased.
"Not sure what that is,” he said. “But if it doesn't come from a field or the barn or a pen, I'm afraid not. How are you at wringing the necks of chickens? And plucking them? Can you quilt?"
"So what happens if I don't obey you?" she asked suggestively. "Do you spank me?"
"No," he smiled. "We are pacifists and do not condone violence. Do you like the idea of being slapped on the bottom?"
"By you? Kind of," she said, wavering with rising arousal.
"Describe your wish to me," he said
“Well,” she began, an involuntary smile on her face. “It’s hotter when the person who is going to get spanked, earns it. But, I would lay across your lap naked or at least bare. You scold me and then spank me. And it sounds really dumb when I say it out loud. But people find that really hot.”
“You?” he asked.
“I think I do,” she said.
Without any warning, Christian took a firm hold of her arm and drew her with ease over his lap. If he didn’t fully understand what the concept of playful spanking was, he was a quick study. He intuitively knew exactly how to play.
He positioned her hands on the rung of the chair. “Please keep them there,” he said.
He peeled back her underwear until she was bare to him. He rubbed her with the palm of his large hand.
“I have noticed, my sweet Amish wife, that you have not been doing the chores that have been asked of you. I have certain duties and you have certain duties, is that not so?”
“Yes, that’s so,” she replied, her voice sugary with arousal.
“Why have you not done what you should?” he asked.
“Because I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t stop remembering how it is when we have sex and I waste a lot of time touching myself,” she replied.
Courtney’s answer completely destroyed Christian. She felt him shift beneath her as though moving helped him collect his wits. His hand came down with moderate force on her flesh. She thought it could be a little harder.
“Oh I have been badder than that,” she giggled.
Christian delivered. He landed her again, this time the swat smarted more than sufficiently. Courtney laughed.
“Okay, that’s good,” she said.
“And this brings you more pleasure than this?” he asked as his fingers delved into her wet hot opening. The truth was she liked what he was doing much better.
“No,” she whimpered with pleasure, “No, I guess it doesn't. I like your way better.”
“So you like gentle better? Have you ever let a man spank you before me?"
"No, but I always wanted to. I think I like the idea of it more than the doing."
"I see," he said. "Are there any other wishes I can make come true?"
Courtney answered earnestly. “Christian, I don’t think you could top yourself.”
He flipped her over, maneuvering her until she straddled him on the table chair. He was inside of her just like that.
How many times had they had sex that day and it was not yet old for Courtney, the feel of him so deeply embedded? He was blessed, generously endowed, and she loved the sensation of every inch of him.
