Without warning, she erupted, gasping and trembling. Doc felt the extra moisture trickle through his fingers and spread heat across his hand.
“I’ve got to sit,” she said, fighting against buckling knees.
Doc guided her to the edge of the tub and helped her sit. Her body still quivered from the aftereffects of the climax.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
She smiled at him. “More right than I’ve felt in a long time.” Her hand dropped to his erection and worked it vigorously.
Doc’s response came unbidden, his buttocks suddenly pulsing with a life of their own as he bucked against her hand. Still, he managed to hold himself back. He breathed in the scent of the woman’s sex between them, discovering the scent of cedars might have been a kind of aphrodisiac.
He gently disentangled her hand.
She looked confused. “Am I doing something wrong?”
“No, dear lady. But I must insist on a modicum of control from myself. I am no teenage boy on a lark. Together, we’ll build your desire, then we’ll find mine.”
“I’m afraid I’m through,” she said.
Doc smiled at her. “You may not realize it, but you’ve only just begun.” He gently guided her into the tub’s warm water. She waited in the center of the tub while Doc stepped in. She took him by the erection at once, leading him to one of the seats that allowed him to lie back against the tub wall and keep his head above water.
“Are you ready now?” she asked.
“Incredibly ready,” Doc admitted. He pulled her to him, helping her straddle him. His cock stood up erect, grazing across her wet flesh, feeling the coarseness of her pubic hair against his underside.
Then she had his diamond-cutter where it would do the most good, tucking its head just inside the lips of her sex. She sank down on him, covering his erection with her hot, moist center. She bucked against him, and Doc met her stroke for stroke, not taking a break until it felt like the top of his head blew off.
LATER, LYING in the big upholstered bed in the bedroom adjoining the bathroom, Doc lay in blissful surrender. A warm lassitude filled him, draining away all the days of hard travel, making his arms and legs feel heavier than anything human should have.
The room was growing dark as dusk settled over the trading post. It was small and compact, with everything in its place. More books lined one of the walls in the room, and magazines depicting home and garden decor. The varied collection of reading materials revealed even more of the dreamer that Annie was.
“Dear lady,” Doc said, his gaze heavy lidded as he regarded her strong, handsome face, “I feel as though I have died and gone to heaven.”
She had her hand on his cock, pumping hopefully, and Doc was surprised to find himself reacting. “Well, if you’re in heaven, mebbe you won’t mind if I blow old Gabriel’s horn for you.”
Before he could respond, she took his cock into her mouth. Her tongue swam around it, igniting the passion that seemed insistent on taking over his body and mind.
He fumbled for her breasts, finding the nipples and tweaking them into full hardness with his soft touch.
“No,” she said, pushing his hands away from her body. “Don’t want you distracting yourself from what I want to give you. You just lay back and enjoy this one.”
“Your wish is my command, dear lady,” Doc whispered, not knowing if he could speak plainly. He gave himself over to his own lust, feeling it pool quickly in his loins. He knew it wouldn’t take long, and that it would be just as shattering as the previous climax he’d had.
Long minutes later, when the departing sun had drawn even longer shadows on the wall, Doc came, losing control and grabbing the back of Annie’s head, pulling the woman’s mouth down on him hard. He apologized profusely afterward, shocked at his own loss of control.
Annie smiled and licked her lips. “It wasn’t a problem. Kind of liked seeing you lose that control you seem to be so proud of.”