Wild Fire (Book II)

Oh To Taste

  Warning* Smut ahead

     Dutch popped the gold cover of his pocket watch back shut with an audible schnick*. It was 4:32am, still dark out yet and aside from changing into just his black dress coat and union bottoms Dutch had got very little accomplished.

     He had meandered back inside, reading, sipping coffee, and smoking one cigar after another in the thick wooden door frame of the cabin's porch until the smoke circled his black raven curls in a whispering fog. He turned his view from the lake beyond and looked back over his shoulder at the still sleeping Emma curled across the bed. Her childlike face was tucked just under the collar of his coat half hid from him. with only the eclipses of her eyes cresting its cover. She had barely moved from where he left her. The long strands of her brilliant hair shimmered in the moonlight from the window, haloing her graceful face in webby tangles of white silk. Her very presence tortured him. The urge to go to her and gently wake her from her slumber was nearly unbearable. He wanted to touch her. Now.

     He sat there for a moment wagering the inner battle to let the girl sleep or rile her awake under his rousing fingertips, until he could stand it no more. Patience be damned. He had to feel her skin. Just graze it beneath his gliding fingertips before he went mad from wanting. As much as Dutch tried to convince himself that he was a patient man, and that this would take time, his hunger for her gathered under his tongue, wetting his mouth and pushing him to lick his lips as he shut and locked the door strutting purposefully into the bedroom.

     He stood at the side of the bed towering over her, a grand statue of muscle pulled tight from the tension of waning restraint. Tentative fingers reached down, the cigar disregarded now from his grasp, and pulled the coat back slowly from her shoulders. She shivered and drew herself in against the sudden tickle of cool air from the room assaulting her skin. It made him halt mid movement, holding the coat out like a curtain frozen in the air above her, afraid to breathe. But when he found her still sleeping, with only a muffled whimper escaping her pink lips, he leaned back and dropped the coat to the floor.

     He knelt down beside her then, her closed face inches from his own, and reached a capturing hand to her tucked chin. Her skin was chilled under his tepid palm, her head turning to his touch unconsciously seeking the heat he offered across her jaw. His hand stretched, padding the apple of her cheek, rubbing a rough thumb back and forth against it as he looked on with adoring eyes. Below he felt himself stir into life, would this constant reaction to her ever be merciful? The need for her seemingly flowed from her face through his hand and down below to the member he possessed that held her inevitable release...ready...waiting.

     He lifted then, walking quickly, quietly, to the other side of the bed, shedding the coat from his shoulders and sliding in behind her, careful not to shake her as he moved. He had laid her on top of the blankets, so he wouldn't risk pulling the cover from beneath her to swaddle her. His long arm wound around her waist and pulled her bare shoulders beneath the simple sundress flush against his walling chest. She fit against him perfectly. Molding seamless to his torso like a missing piece, curving deliciously against the soft hair of his body until he could feel her back begin to warm under his embracing grasp.

     He ran a fervent hand up from her waist to her shoulder, cupping and circling it entirely with his dwarfing fingers and impressed the warmth into her flesh. With that same hand, he tickled away the hair veiling her neck and cheek there, and against his own plan, bent, placing his hot mouth against the smooth plain of her skin. He kissed her slowly, trailing his lips down her long neck and across her bare shoulder. His lips gathered the buttery skin against the fur of his mouth and absorbed its honeyed taste beneath his tongue. She was nectar to him. Sunshine liquified pouring into his mouth, deliciously sweet and pure, and vibrating.