Desire in Deadwood by Molly Ann Wishlade Read Free Book Online

eyes. Though they had made love many times before, she felt as if this would be the first time that they came together as adults. They were different people now—no longer innocents in their early twenties, believing that life would grant them both the happiness and ease of passage that the young think they’re entitled to.
    They knew differently.
    But as he removed his shirt and she stared at his hard male body, she felt that perhaps this was better. Having suffered the pain of separation, she now wanted him on more than just one level. And he was no longer a boy, he was a grown man, made harder and leaner by his time outdoors and by his life experiences. His chest muscles were firm and covered by a light film of dark hair.. His stomach was toned and flat, the ridges beneath the skin emphasised as he breathed in and out. The hair that began just below his collar bones ran down over his navel in a narrow line and disappeared beneath his trousers. She peered lower and moaned inwardly at the significant bulge at his groin.
    He sat on the edge of the bed to remove his boots and she reached out to caress his back. The skin was warm and smooth, his shoulders strong and broad. Her belly tightened and her womb contracted with excitement. She moved over to him and wrapped her arms around him, placed her head upon his shoulder.
    He let her hold him like that, his large hand covering hers over his heart, then he turned in her arms.
    “Let me see you, Evelyn. I want to look at you.”
    “Yes,” she whispered, and he helped her to her feet.
    He removed her already loosened corset, threw it to the floor then ran his hands over the outline of her breasts beneath the transparent material. She wriggled with pleasure at his touch and he lifted the weight of her breasts in his hands, cradling them whilst rubbing his thumbs over her erect nipples. She almost cried out when he stopped.
    “Let’s get this off.” He pulled up her chemise and slid down her bloomers.
    “You are still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He eyed her body eagerly as if keen to see every part of her at once.
    She stood before him, fighting the urge to cross her arms over her nudity. It felt so strange to stand thus before a man, totally exposed and vulnerable, yet she also found it totally arousing. He leant forward so that his mouth was almost touching her belly then he blew very gently on her skin, moving his head up and down so that his warm breath tickled her from between her breasts to just below her navel. The sensation was exquisite but it made her yearn for a firmer touch and she moved closer to him.
    She gasped when he reached out to her and ran his cool finger tips over her collar bones, her shoulders and down her arms to her fingers. But he stared unerringly at the full mounds of her breasts and she shuddered with delight when he took first one nipple then the other into his warm mouth and sucked greedily on them, rolling his hot tongue over the hard buds until her loins were on fire. His sucking pulled at the invisible link that led down to her womb and her pussy contracted, eager to be filled.
    “Nate…that feels so good!” She arched her back and he pulled her towards him and lifted her onto his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist. His rock hard erection pressed against her sensitive silken folds, only the cloth of his trousers between them and she rubbed against it, allowing the tip to push against her opening. She felt her juices trickling from her, lubricating his trousers as she tried to ease him into her.
    She kissed him, pushing her mouth hard against his and sucking on his tongue. He tasted so good, so familiar, yet so new.
    “You possess my mind, Evelyn,” he murmured, as he moved his mouth down again to her breasts. “I can’t get enough of you. I want to kiss every part of you.”
    “I’m not complaining, Nate!”
    He kissed her hard then rolled her over onto her back and stood at the side of the bed.
    “What is