Dawn over Sun Valley Ch. 04

Leanne had no such reservations, apparently. Her mouth opened and her tongue licked his lower lip, inviting him to play. Her hands moved to his neck, her fingertips tunneling in his hair, her short nails scraping deliciously at his scalp, making him shiver. Joe's hands moved to her shoulders and he pulled her close, mashed her breasts to his chest, and kissed her deeper.

Leanne's breathy whimpers were driving him crazy. He wanted more. Lifting his head, he waited for her to open her eyes. Her slightly unfocused look gave him a kick of satisfaction.

"You know, there's a big, comfy bed waiting for us upstairs."

She swallowed, and then smiled faintly. "Lead the way, cowboy."

*

His hand felt good around hers, warm and solid, as he led her up the stairs. The space above the landing was pitch-black, and Joe slowed his pace.

"Hold onto the railing, princess. I don't want you tumbling down - there. Wait here for a moment while I get some light on."

She waited at the top landing and wondered what he was doing as he walked straight into the blackness. A moment later soft light flickered inside what she now recognized was an en-suite bathroom. Shadows and lights danced on the tile wall beyond the narrow door in front of her, and then Joe appeared, holding two large, chubby candles in his hands. He half-smiled, and turned to the bedroom at his right to place the candles on top of the dresser that lined the bathroom wall.

The soft glow of the candles was enough to illuminate the room. The sharply sloped ceiling looked like a built canopy above the large, traditional four-poster bed that dominated the space. There was a padded linen chest at the foot of the bed, a closet nestled in the far left corner, two small night-stands, and a single recliner chair in the far right corner, next to a standing lamp. The dark wood furniture looked hand-crafted, smooth and elegant, and stood in stark contrast to the light color of the walls and the bedspread. A shaggy rag and semi-sheer curtains gave a comfortable, cozy feel to the room. There were no pictures hanging, but she imagined the view from the large window that took most of the West-facing wall would be spectacular come morning.

When Leanne's gaze returned to Joe, she found him looking at her softly. She returned his smile hesitantly, and he stepped closer until they were within arm's length, although he didn't touch her yet.

"You do know I care for you, right?"

"I - I guess so?" She wasn't sure where that came from, or how he expected her to answer. Joe reached up to cup her face.

"When we first met at The Lounge, you said that you wanted your first time to be with someone who cared for you, and who you cared about, too. Remember?"

Leanne nodded, her lip caught between her sharp teeth. Joe half-smiled. "I just wanted to make sure you knew that - I do care for you. I wouldn't do this if I didn't."

"I know." she whispered, and then, peering up into his eyes, she added - "I care for you, too, Joe. I wouldn't do this if I didn't, either."

He nodded solemnly. "Okay."

They stood there, undecided, for another moment, and then Joe grinned, and the wicked glint in his eyes made her heart skip a bit. "That bow on your shirt had been calling my name since the first time I laid eyes on you."

Leanne peeked down, and giggled. "Oh did it, now?"

"Mmm. Indeed." He reached for it, holding her eyes, and when all she did was arch her eyebrows in challenge, he chuckled, and tugged on the tiny satin bow. It came undone easily, and the scooped neck separated and drooped open, exposing the soft top swells of her breasts, and a hint of the valley between them.

Joe's fingers caressed along the bared flesh, just under her collarbone. "Beautiful." he murmured, and Leanne's insides melted. She stepped closer and reached for his shirt buttons just as he moved to undo hers, one by one, before pushing the capped sleeves off her shoulders. Leanne's shirt floated to the carpet behind her, while Joe's was now open, revealing his solid, golden torso with its spattering of soft, blondish-brown chest hairs. Leanne reached up to caress him, and the soft tickle against her palms spiked her passion.

She wanted to feel it against her naked breasts.

Leanne reached behind her to unclasp her bra, seeing Joe's eyes darken and his jaw slacken at her move. His hands moved to her jeans, making quick work of her button and zip. By the time her bra was off he had pushed his palms inside her waistband to fill each one with a fleshy, warm ass cheek, and was stepping close so their bodies touched from chest to knees.

Leanne's whimper hitched in her throat at the delicious contact, and she reached for his head and pulled it down for another deep, hot kiss, enhanced now by his chest rubbing against hers, and his hands roaming her back side, squeezing and stroking, adding fuel to her flame. She was getting high on sensation, and loving every moment.

She hadn't realized they were moving until she felt the bed behind her. Joe lifted his head, and then, slowly, kneeled in front of her. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her jeans, and after a peek up to her eyes and a nod from her, peeled them off, taking her panties with them, until they were pulled at her ankles.

"Have a seat, princess." He said with a smile and she complied, and watched at the play of muscles in his arms and shoulders as he took her flats off, then her socks, and then finally tugged at her jeans until they cleared her naked heels. He folded them haphazardly and placed them atop her shoes off and to the side, and then sat back on his heels, and looked up, finding her eyes, even as his palms moved up her legs to rub lightly up and down her outer thighs.

Leanne's heart was beating like crazy. She felt lightheaded. She wasn't sure what she expected, probably for him to push her back and climb on top of her, but he kept kneeling, his touch so light it was almost imperceptible, and tilted his head, looking into her eyes.

"So... you've been doing your homework this past week?"

Leanne gasped her surprise, feeling her cheeks warm, but then nodded and answered softly - "Yes, I have. Every day, like you told me to."

"Remember what I said I'd do if you did?"

"Um, you - you said you'd quiz me on it." She was going to faint. Or catch fire.

"Mmm. That's right. I've been thinking of very little else for the past week... I'd love to see how you've progressed. Wanna show me?"

Leanne couldn't answer in words for the life of her, but she managed a jerky nod. Joe's face softened.

"Go on then, sweetheart. Make yourself comfortable and let's see what you've learned."

Leanne hesitated for a moment. She kind of expected Joe to just climb onto the bed and take over; she hadn't expected this. On the other hand, she felt surprisingly confident with the idea of masturbating before him. For one, she'd done it already. And also, she really had been practicing, so there was much less fear of the unknow. She could do this.

Even as she scrambled back and piled his pillows behind her back against the headboard, she realized he was doing this on purpose; was trying to ease her into it. Her heart swelled. She met Joe's eyes boldly, and spread her legs wide.

"Prepare to be amazed, cowboy."

His startled look - and his following deep groan - were all the encouragement that Leanne needed. Giggling, she took two fingers into her mouth to wet them, and then brought them to her pussy, and started stroking.

*

Joe was pretty sure he was risking a heart attack, and he couldn't care less. With his eyes trained to Leanne's slim fingers working along her slit, he moved up onto the bed, and settled close at her side, propped on his right elbow, and leaned to kiss her shoulder, even as his left hand moved to cover her small breast. He alternated between kneading the soft, firm flesh and cupping the gentle swell, strumming its peak with his thumb, before moving to her other breast and giving it similar attention.

Leanne whimpered and arched into his hand, and her fingers quickened their pace between her thighs.

"God, you're so sexy like that."

He wanted to see more closely; the angle he was in didn't allow for details. Joe pushed himself to his knees and moved lower, until he settled between Leanne's spread thighs, and then scooted back so that he could bend low to kiss and nibble along her delicate inner thighs.

Her scent was driving him crazy, sweet-salty musk that begged to be tasted. Joe resisted, wanting to let her lead, at least for now. Leanne's breathy voice pulled his attention momentarily to her flushed face.

"So, am I doing it right?" she panted.

What? Oh. The 'quiz'. Joe grinned. "You're perfect, princess. And I lied. This isn't a quiz."

"Oh?" her fingers slowed for a moment. "What is it, then?"

"It's a tutoring session. A private lesson. Now I need to pay attention, so don't distract me with all this talking, please. Just keep showing me what feels good so I know what to do on my turn."

Her brow was furrowed for another split-second before her smile broke, and her fingers quickened. "I like that idea... watch and learn, cowboy. I may be new at this, but I think I'm on my way to becoming a pro."

Joe laughed and shook his head, grinning so hard he felt it in his ears, and then bent to kiss higher, almost to the crease of her thigh.

"Go ahead, princess. Show me what you've got."

She wet her fingers in her mouth once more and Joe's hands tightened at her hips. He couldn't resist clamping his teeth on her quivering inner thigh, just barely keeping from actually hurting her. God, this is torture. And I'm loving it. Who knew? he wondered, even as Leanne's hand was back at her pussy, rubbing in tight circles over her clitoris. Soon, she was going so fast her fingers were blurred.

"Ohmygod I think I'm going to - oh!"

Leanne bucked and jerked, her knees closing, trapping him for a moment before opening again, and he watched, mesmerized, as her whole pelvis area seemed to pulse, squeezing and relaxing rhythmically, small gushes of her juice trickling down her slit to the bedspread below with every contraction. Her fingers kept working, slower now, more squeezing than stroking.

Gradually the storm had passed and Leanne slumped back against the pillows. She was still gliding her fingers through her folds, and her legs have slipped to lie straight on the bed at his sides. Joe smiled up to her flushed face, and bent forward to take her fingers into his mouth, and suck them clean of her essence.

Leanne watched him with a heavy, hooded gaze and a hint of a smile, even as her breaths were still coming in shallow puffs through her parted lips. Joe crawled up until he was at her side.

"That was beautiful, princess. Now, will you allow me a try, too?"

Her eyes widened. "What - you mean, using your f-fingers?"

Joe nodded, watching her closely. She was biting her lips, and that tiny wrinkle appeared on her forehead.

"But - don't you want to - to - f-fuck me?"

Joe grimaced. For some reason, the word didn't sit well with him, though he never had an issue with it before.

"I want to have you in every way imaginable, yes, but I don't want to rush this. I want to make sure you're ready for me."

"Oh, I'm pretty sure I'm ready!" She said with a self-conscious giggle, and Joe smiled and winked, relieved to hear the sound.

"Mmm. I'd like to verify that for myself, if that's alright with you."

*

Leanne felt the lethargic satisfaction evaporate from her muscles as Joe leaned in to kiss her soundly, and then started kissing a path along her chest and her belly, until he reached her damp curls. He was kneeling next to her, still wearing his jeans, which seemed extremely uncomfortable - not to mention unfair - and was reaching for her thighs, pressing them open, and then his fingers were almost at her pussy, both hands rubbing her inner thighs, the motion causing her labia to open slightly with every press.

The tips of his fingers found her outer lips and pulled them gently open, exposing the pink inner folds to his look, and then, a moment later, for his tongue.

Leanne jumped at his first soft licks, just the tip of his tongue tasting her. She looked down, watched his strong jaw move with every lick, then his lips kissing her intimately, and couldn't believe he was really doing it. She had liked her own taste, had seen his pleasure when he sucked her fingers, but to have him actually lick her right there...!

And then the exquisite pleasure registered, and any other thought fled. It felt amazing! Leanne relaxed with a deep sigh, and opened her knees wider.

She saw the smile in his jaw at her surrender, but he didn't look up, just kept on licking, suckling and kissing her leisurely, as if he had all the time in the world. Soon, she wanted more. She tilted her pelvis up so that he could reach her better, and was slowly rocking up into his mouth. But instead of obliging her this time, Joe pulled back, and then he licked his own fingers and brought them to her pussy.

Oh that felt so good!

Leanne thought her brain was going to melt from the jolt of pleasure that hit her. His fingers felt very different than his tongue, their skin hard and slightly calloused, but he used them with infinite care, and they slid easily over her wet folds.

"Oh god!" she whimpered, and watched, mesmerized, as Joe sank the tip of his finger into her tight hole, and then slowly started stroking it in circles. He was pressing out ever so slightly, as if coaxing her to relax the taut ring of muscles there, and then withdrew to pleasure her clit, only to return a moment later and do it again, and again.

Leanne's hands had been grabbing to the bedspread at her sides, but now they had moved as if with a will of their own to her breasts, and she started squeezing them in time to the slow, deliberate moves of Joe's fingers. With every passage he dipped a little deeper, until he was two knuckles in, and Leanne found herself squeezing and releasing herself around the invading digit.

Joe groaned. "Ahh... that's right princess. Just like that. Let's try to add another one."

He looked up, but her own eyes were riveted to his hand between her thighs and his two fingers pressing slowly, carefully, into her. She exhaled, soaking up the sweet sensation, and a smile curl her lips even as her breath hitched.

"Yeah... that feels good!"

Joe started pumping shallowly, in controlled moves, and when she relaxed around him he gradually pushed deeper, until his two fingers disappeared into her with every stroke. Leanne couldn't look away, until she heard Joe speak, low and urgent.

"Feels good, princess? Nothing hurts?"

Her eyes sought his. "It feels incredible. Intense, but so good."

He held her gaze, his fingers still slowly fucking her. "I think you're ready."

She nodded, her belly fluttering so bad she didn't think she could speak. Joe half smiled, and slowly withdrew his hand. He crawled back and off the bed completely, and tugged his jeans and underwear off. He then padded over to the bathroom and returned a moment later with a condom already rolled on, climbed onto the bed, and took her in his arms.

*

Pleasure spiked in him as Leanne pressed their bodies together and intertwined their thighs, and he stroked down her back to grab her ass and grind her against him. Leanne whimpered as his rigid erection poked at her belly, and with a muttered curse, Joe rolled to his back, until she was leaning over him, straddling his thighs, his dick standing stiff and swollen between them.

Leanne looked at it, bit her lips, and then met his eyes with a tiny smile. "You promise it'd fit?"

Joe grinned, though it felt strange on his taut face. "Oh yes. And you're going to set the pace, so it'd feel great, too."

She looked from his eyes to his dick and then up again, looking so startled it was almost funny, except he was in no mood to laugh. Despite his promises, he wasn't at all sure he won't hurt her, though he'd do his damned best. Joe reached down to take Leanne's hips in his hands and nudged her up and forward until his sheathed cock rested along her hot, damp slit, his cockhead just kissing her swollen clit.

"C'mon, princess. Guide me in. I promise I won't push. You control how much you take, okay?"

Instead of answering him, Leanne raised herself higher on her knees and took his dick in her small, soft, hot hands. Joe's dick jumped at the hesitant touch, and he gritted his teeth as he struggled to keep his touch light at her hips.

Leanne looked down between them as she held his cock with one hand and leaned with the other onto his chest for balance. Then she lowered her hips a fraction, and carefully guided him until his flared cockhead burrowed just at her opening. Joe's eyes closed as he savored the sweet, sweet sensation, and then opened to look as Leanne lowered herself, a fraction of an inch at a time, onto his shaft.

Not pushing up into her was the hardest thing he'd ever done, and Joe knew he'd forever be proud of that, even if there was no one he could ever brag to about it. His hands did tighten at her hips, but only to help take some of her weight off her trembling thighs. He watched and waited, his breath trapped in his chest so long it hurt, as she made her excruciatingly slow descent. At one point she paused, hissed quietly, and pulled back up a hair, paused to breathe, and then moved down a little more. She repeated the process a few more times until finally, incredibly, he was all inside, and she was seated atop his hips.

They both released shuddering breaths, completely still except for their chests and bellies heaving.

"You okay, princess?" he panted, and Leanne nodded, a wondrous smile spreading slowly across her face.

"It feels - incredible." She whispered, and he couldn't agree more.

"Take your time, sweetheart. Do what feels good, just like before."

Her baby-blue eyes were almost black as she started rocking her hips in tiny motions. Her inner muscles clamped around him like a hot, wet glove that fisted his cock in a perfect fit. His palms itched with the need to grab her and take over their lovemaking; instead he brought them behind his head.

Leanne smiled, her cheeks flushed with high color. "I think I like this... having you at my mercy like that. Maybe I'll start ordering you around..."

Joe smiled wide at that. "As you wish, princess." he said and winked at her, but it turned into a loud hiss when Leanne rolled her hips harder.

"God. Do it again, please!" He was reduced to begging, and he didn't fucking care.

Leanne's giggle tickled his spine and made the small hairs in his nape stand, and then all reason fled when she rolled her hips once more, and all he could do was feel.

*

Leanne couldn't believe how good it felt to be filled to capacity, stretched, challenged. Joe laid spread out under her, deceptively still as he reclined on the pillows, but she could see the fire in his eyes, and feel the fine tremor in his body between her thighs. The latent power in him excited her beyond her wildest expectations. For the first time, she understood the thrill of a heavy road bike. Placing both hands on his hard pecs she leaned forward, and kissed him.

At first he was totally still under her, but then his arms came from behind his head to hold her face and he took over their kiss, giving his tongue the freedom to plunge deep into her.

Leanne moaned into his mouth as her need rose again, and started grinding harder, trying to press her clit against his hard pelvic bone while their mouths devoured each other. One of Joe's hands tangled in her hair and tugged gently to draw her attention. She raised her head until she could focus on his eyes.