You move your big hand up to the back of my neck, brushing the hairs there, and press me down into a deep, satisfying kiss.You move your big hand up to the back of my neck, brushing the hairs there, and press me down into a deep, satisfying kiss. We lock there, eye to eye, and I try to force my strength through that contact into your tired body. When we break our kiss, we're both a little breathless. I know your strength and can tell by the way your hand has pressed me into the kiss that your fatigue means I'll lead tonight...just as I want it to be. As I sit up, I drag my fingers across your face and chin, down over your adam's apple and into the silky hairs below your neck. Your bandanna gets in my way, so I slowly untie it and push it aside. My hands stray down the front of your shirt, feeling the bulk of your muscles underneath. I open the top three mother-of- pearl buttons and lean forward to lick lightly at your warm, dusty skin. While I'm doing that, my hand moves lower, over your gunbelt buckle and on to the rougher leather of your trousers. No foolin' around; I find what I'm searching for and cup my hand firmly to it. It's obvious that our kissing has caused some arousal. Me, too. Your equipment is ridin' high in there, and as I press my palm and fingers against it, I feel it swell a little more and stir, starting to stretch. I tenderly press my fingers against the rounded bulge of your balls, not wanting to hurt, though we've played that game, but wanting to assure myself that, yes, you are really here, lying before me. I walk to the foot of the bed, your eyes following me, and grab one of your heavy boots. "These have got to go first." I pull it down and after some struggle get it off. A smell of leather and dampness greets me, and as I throw the boot aside, I lean forward to kiss your instep, then drag my tongue across the hairs on the top of your foot. After I get the other boot off, I take your feet one at a time and massage them in my two warm hands. |