The Lady and the Cowboy Ch. 05

As I left the Lodge, I noticed that it was pretty cloudy outside, and then I remembered that Tripp and Romero had been talking about rain. That was fine, it didn't take long to get to Tripp's place, especially at the quick rate I was walking. The need to see him was all-consuming, and my legs couldn't carry me fast enough.

But by the time I walked up to Tripp's porch, I was soaked to the skin. After only a couple minutes, the light drizzling had begun, and that had quickly turned into a heavy, pouring rain. My jeans were plastered to my legs, and my thin tank top...well it might as well not even have been there. At this point, it was completely see-through, and my nipples were so hard that even through my bra they were quite visible. For some reason I didn't think Tripp would mind. I was freezing though.

I banged on the door harshly so he could hear it through the sound of the storm. It opened quickly and it only took a couple seconds of seeing me standing there, shivering, for him to swiftly pull me inside. The warmth of the cabin was nice, and I saw that he had the fire going in the main room.

He dragged me by my arm without saying a word and led me into a pretty decent-sized bathroom, where he quickly proceeded to strip me. "Good god, woman, you look like you just went for a swim," he chided as my bra came sliding down my arms, exposing my wet nipples to the air. My hands instinctively came up to cover my revealed chest, but Tripp quickly pulled them away as he began to undo my pants. I sucked my breath in and he smiled knowingly. "They don't have umbrellas or jackets in California?"

"It wasn't raining when I left the Lodge," my body played between feelings of freezing and arousal as he slid my pants and underwear down my legs. I looked down and I saw the look of need in his eyes. He was fierce and powerful, and I realized I liked the feeling of standing there in front of him, completely naked, while he was still clothed, drinking me in with his eyes.

He turned from me and worked the nozzles on the shower next to us. "I'm gonna put your clothes in the dryer. Get in before you freeze to death." His voice was heavy and filled with want as he motioned to shower.

The water was deliciously warm as I stepped under the spray, relieving my shivering body. I closed the clear, glass sliding door and just stood there for a moment, letting the warmth cover me until the goosebumps dissipated and I was no longer cold. The shower felt wonderful and I would have been content standing under the water forever.

Wanting some circulation back in my limbs, which were still stiff from the cold rain, I looked around for the soap, which I found to my left on a ledge filled with shampoo and other items. Tripp wouldn't mind if I quickly washed myself down. He was probably waiting for me out in the main room. I pictured his strong hands moving over me...

"Don't," I heard him say as I took the soap. I turned my head and saw him standing in the doorway through the glass. Had he been standing there watching me? "I want to do that," he said softly. I froze, desire flooding through me.

His clothes were off in an instant before he slid back the door to the shower and stepped in with me. The sight of water spilling down over his rugged chest was almost too much for me to handle. I tore my eyes away and looked down at his throbbing member, just as glorious as I remembered it. "Oh, Tripp..." I whispered in need. He quickly spun me around and pressed me against his back, shielding me from the water.

I felt his cock nestled against the upper part of my backside. Instinctively I started to rub myself against it, craving some friction between us. "Don't move." His hands grasped my waist, steadying me as he said the words.

"But I..." I was whimpering at this point.

"Don't, Kira. Give me the soap."

A hand came over mine and took the bar of soap, sliding it through my fingers into his. He lathered his hands together, creating a buildup of suds before he reached down and grasped my shoulders, slowly massaging them. It felt heavenly, his strong fingers warming my body and kneading my sore muscles. He worked his way down my back, alternating between deeply working my skin and lightly tracing his fingers over it. When he reached the area just above my backside, he grasped my hips and slowly ran his hands up the side of my body, lifting my arms above my head and fitting them around his neck as he swooped in to rest his chin on my shoulder, pressing himself against me.

"You don't know what you do to me," he whispered in my ear as he slid his hands up my belly. Even though I was soaked from the shower, I could feel my juices beginning to run down my thighs. His touch was soft and hard at the same time. The ruggedness of his calloused skin was delightful will the gentleness of his touch and the soap running over me.

"When I'm not touching you, I'm in agony." He sighed as his hands moved upwards slowly to cup my breasts, as if to emphasize his feelings.

"And I'm in agony when you're not touching me." I whispered breathily as he gently plucked my nipples until they were hard nubs under his fingers. He massaged and worked my flesh until I began quivering. Moaning softly, I started to slowly unwind my arms from him so I could touch myself. I was going mad. "Then again, sometimes when you are touching me I'm in agony..."

"Pleasurable agony, Darlin'...No, keep your arms around my neck." His voice was soft but commanding. I moved my arms and wrapped them back around him, lifting my breasts in the process so he could continue his caressing.

"Tripp...I...I think I'm clean there..." I hissed as my nipples were drawn once again into his persisting fingers.

He chuckled deeply. "Yes, ma'am," he said in that sexy southern drawl of his before he moved his hands down. One arm clutched me around the waist, holding me in place, while a soapy hand moved through the folds of my sex. I gasped in shock and gratification, and my legs impulsively closed together, wanting to trap his hand there and keep the delightful pressure continuing.

"Sweetheart, how am I supposed to wash you if your legs are closed like that?" He teased me wickedly. Sucking my breath in, I moved my legs apart, waiting for the explosive ecstasy that his fingers would give me. "That a girl...God, your pussy's so smooth..."

I moaned as fingers brushed over my clit before once again moving through my slick folds. "For...for you..." I tried to articulate, but I was finding it difficult. He pet me with those strong hands as if I were one of his horses. His control and potency were mind-blowing.

"For me? Well Ms. Davis, I'll just have to show my appreciation then, won't I?" His finger began moving over my clit in tight circles and his tongue descended upon my neck, licking away drops of water that spread over my skin. I whimpered softly, drowning in the satisfaction his touch gave me.

"You're wet, Kira...is that for me too?" he whispered as a thick finger entered my tender cunt and began fucking me slowly.

"Yes..." I moaned, partly in response to his question, partly because of the delight his hand was giving me. "Yes...yes...yes!" I couldn't stop saying it. He still massaged my clit with his thumb, and then his finger embedded in my sheath was joined by another, and together, they began exploring me faster and more deeply. His hand was slick with a mixture of water, soap, and juice that freely flowed from my pussy. As my breathing became short and ragged, I gripped his neck so hard that I was sure my nails left marks.

"And are you going to come for me? Are you going to come for me all over my hand?" His fingers curled and found that wonderful place inside my pussy, pressing against it as his thumb bore down on my clit. My whole body began convulsing and the arm around my waist held me tight, keeping me from falling. "Come for me, Kira." His whispered words were like magic, sending me over the edge. The hot steam from the shower enveloped us as I came, explosively, wondrously, with his fingers deep inside me.

When I stopped contracting around his fingers and he knew my orgasm was complete, he gently turned me around so I could lower my head to his chest, my arms still wrapped around his neck for support. For a moment I couldn't move my body. The combination of the steamy atmosphere and the intensity of what had just happened left me in a content haze. I was perfectly happy just staying like that for minute, in Tripp's powerful arms. I would be perfectly happy staying like that forever.

Before I realized what was happening though, I felt a light stream of water flowing against my now sensitive groin, cleansing me. I opened my eyes and blushed when I saw that Tripp had one of those detachable shower heads, which he held between my legs. He smiled as he washed me off with the soft spray, removing the soap he had bathed me with. I would be lying if I said the water wasn't spreading warmth through my loins once again.

"I think you've had enough time in the shower, Miss," he said and he reached behind him and turned the water off. I gave a soft moan of disappointment as the warm stream left my body. He chuckled as he dragged us both out of the stall and grabbed a large white towel. After quickly rubbing himself down, he began to move it over me, slowly, trying to catch every drop of water.

"I wish I could do this with my hands," he said breathily as he began to lightly brush the places he had already dried off with his fingertips.

"You aren't tired yet of putting your hands all over me?" I asked, partly joking.

"I will never tire of touching you," he said seriously. "I could do it all day, all night...it still wouldn't be enough." With that, he scooped me up in the towel and carried me into the main room. I expected us to be heading into the bedroom, but then I saw that he'd laid out a blanket and some pillows in front of the fireplace.

The storm seemed to have worsened outside, and my eyes widened when I saw a flash of lightning through the window. The subsequent clap of thunder made me jump. I didn't realize how bad the weather had gotten.

"Are you afraid of storms?" Tripp asked gently as he laid me down in front of the fire.

"No, I'm just not used to them. We don't really have them where I'm from."

"You kidding me?" he asked as he covered me with his naked body.

I shook my head. "We get rain only a few days out of the year, and even then it's not much. No thunder or lightning."

He leaned down and captured my mouth with his. "Well, looks like I'm gonna have to keep you safe then," he murmured against my lips before taking them in full force and tossing the towel that lay between us off to the side of the blanket. Our naked bodies, still damp from the shower, were warmed in front of the fire and melted together. I don't think I would ever get enough of kissing him. Just last night I had been a virgin, and now, I wanted to do everything with him. I wanted to do everything that was physically possible between two people.

"Tripp?" I whispered, breathing heavily while his mouth suckled at my neck.

"Hmm?"

"Will you teach me?"

"Teach you what, Sweetheart?" he lifted his head long enough to ask it before going back to placing kisses along the base of my throat.

"...Everything."

He stopped and paused before lifting his head to look into my eyes. The answer was vague, but I could tell he had understood me perfectly. A warm smile spread across his face as he placed his forehead against mine, still staring at me with a heartfelt look before whispering to me.

"Darlin', it's gonna be a long night."

And it was ... a very long night.