HUNTER'S TALE

7.

The lawyer's words were swirling around his mind throughout the journey back home. Yes, perhaps that's the best thing to do. Change her name, change her papers and live with her there. Who would find them there? No one. They could have a happy life. He would take care of her and let no one to ever harm her again. The next day very early by the morning he passed the gates of his ranch and took his mare on the stables to feed her. It was still dark outside, when he looked at the house and saw no light. She's probably sleeping, he thought, and carefully walked inside. When he went upstairs first thing he did was to check on her in the room, but his heart stopped, when he saw her bed empty. "Mary..." he murmured with widen eyes. He was about to rush downstairs to run to Russell's, if he knew anything, when he noticed from the open door of his room, that she was sleeping in his bed. He sighed in relief at first and took off his jacket as he walked inside. With the back of his fingers he brushed her cheek, watching her sleeping and kicked off his boots. Carefully,as he could, he laid behind her and immediately smiled, when the warmth and sweet essence of her little body welcomed him.

She smiled with his touch. "I missed you," she said and put her arms on his. "I stole your shirt," she chuckled and peeked over her shoulder at him, then turned and kissed him deeply.

"And my bed," he chuckled throatily  pulling her closer by the waist. Squeezing her soft little breasts on his torso. "Suits ya better," he admitted, kissing his way down to her neck until the mounts of her breasts to steal a bite.

"Did you miss me too, John?" She asked, without need for an answer. His lips roaming her skin were answer itself.

"Course I missed ya," he murmured with his face buried in between her breasts. He was never a man to shower a woman with sugarcoated sweet talk of her beauty or of how much he missed and loved her. Probably because he never cared for anyone like he does for Mary before. Many times women asked him after their short interaction, if he had feelings for them and usually he crawled to his escape awkwardly. But now he didn't care. If she wanted to hear, she's been missed, then she'll hear it,he thought and rolled her on her back to open properly the shirt palming the soft breast, before he soundly enveloped his lips around her hard dusty rose nipple. Mary's back arched to his touch. His attention and the look in his eyes was for her more than thousand words. She sneaked her hands between them and slowly got rid of his clothes. Shirt, then pants. Almost impatiently. She needed to feel his skin and his warmth on her own. The warmth. The thing she missed last night. With a shot of moonshine and his shirt, she cuddled to his bed. It felt almost surreal, that soon, he'll leave to North and she will have to sleep alone.

"John," she softly moaned his name and caressed his head, pulling him closer to her. And he was carried away with her body, lured by her sweet voice calling out his name. She had nothing on underneath his shirt and he was happy to come and see this little surprise. Kissing his way down on her belly, he left her skin kisses and small bites until he reached down between her legs. Looking up on her, slowly he braced her thighs on his shoulders and opened her wide for him. The very essence peering from her sex was something intoxicating. Her wet lower lips made his head spin only by looking at them. With a small hum he spreaded those pink moist pedals with his tongue and licked her from bottom to the top. Giving her little bud a good suck, he growled, feeling her getting wetter only from a small lick.

Mary groaned loudly. She couldn't even breathe at first. It was perfect and unbearable at the same time. She clenched fists on his shoulders. Her body like tried to crawl away and push him closer to her center. Soon, she was grinding herself against his face. "John!" She groaned more deeply and raspy, feeling her wetness like stream being licked and sucked by him to the point, she couldn't hold herself and she cried loudly, scratching his shoulders. He hissed and chuckled lazily against her sensitive skin from the reaction that mostly pleased him. Which made her more intense, even his breath on her burning sex flicked her nerves and made her toes curl. He took his time, lapping on her, swirling his tongue around her bud in circles, until she started to shake underneath him. Gagging on her own breaths, when he sucked on her to taste the last drops of her leaking cream. When she slowly came down from her highs, he crawled up on her and gave her a deep wet kiss. He was rock hard and slowly rose her legs higher on his waist. His cock straight up on her slit ready to penetrate into her. Just a small upward move and Mary's jaw dropped feeling him slowly opening her with his hardness. She didn't make a sound. A bit by bit he filled her, until she felt full. Her glassy eyes holding his glance, even though all she could do was cry blissfully. Her walls pumping and stretching and once he halted, she purred against his lips soundly.