XIII
It was dusk by the time they arrived at Walt's cabin. There was a little light left, and Vic again shook her head when seeing the finished structure, "Cowboy, I can't get over how good the place looks now. You done yourself proud."
Walt laughed heartily as he put the vehicle in park and they headed inside, each with one suitcase rolling behind them.
Walt took both suitcases and put them in the bedroom for safe keeping. When he came out, Vic was looking back outside into the deepening night, lost in thought. Walt had a good idea what she was thinking.
Vic had a smile on her face, knowing that, for as much time and effort she had spent first leaving then staying away from here, this was finally home. She knew it. She had come to peace with it.
She turned back around to go find Walt...
….He was right behind her, so close that she could feel the heat coming off his body. So close to...touch.
Walt didn't give her the chance. He took a half step into her personal space, and laid his hand on her cheek, smiling down at her. He looked at her with a reverence that Vic had never seen coming from any man's eyes. It was a deep, burning reverence, an almost religious fervor lighting up his face. Their moment had arrived.
"Vic", he began with a breaking but determined voice, "We lost two years together because of everything I went through. We've lost enough time, we need to make this time-here, right now-our own."
Victoria Moretti couldn't smile; she couldn't talk. She could barely breathe. He heart had surrendered itself to this man years ago, and had done so again when he laid his hand on hers in the truck. She felt her knees buckle, his words physically staggering, but she held. Her heart had just surrendered again, and now it was time for the rest of her to do the same.
"Walt", she said tenderly, "I thought this possibility had passed me-passed us by. This is our time and our moment, and I surrender everything that I have-my heart, my soul, my very being to you, if you'll take me."
He put his hands around her waist, she putting hers around his neck, simultaneously leaning in for the first, soft, tender kiss. It was gentle and chaste, that first kiss, but the passion and desire behind it was unmistakable. They broke for a moment, looking into each others' eyes, then again at the same time, they moved in for the next kiss, also soft at the beginning, but quickly becoming demanding and probing. Vic's tongue demanded entry into Walt's mouth, and he complied, her tongue running across the inside of his lips, along his teeth, seeking out his tongue in return, the first of many explorations between them.
In a moment, the kiss was hot, sultry and desperate, tongues twisting, lips craving, low moans coming from both of them, the sounds of what almost had been lost escaping them. The kiss went on and on, neither wanting to break for a moment, but neither one wanting this to be the entire moment. They both wanted, demanded-needed more.
Vic stepped back for a moment, her eyes never leaving Walt's. She slowly, methodically began unbuttoning his shirt. When she undid the last button, Vic removed it from his shoulders, then ran her hands under the t-shirt he was wearing, starting at his stomach, moving up into the thick mass of hair on his chest, her fingers feeling like firecrackers as they mapped his anatomy. Walt quickly dismissed the t-shirt, and Vic traced the scars on his chest, as if paying homage to him for all he had endured over the years.
She moved back into him, and lightly kissed his chest, moving to both his nipples and deftly putting her tongue on him, tasting the sample of the entree that he would soon become for her. Her fingers still languidly ran through his chest hair. She was immediately intoxicated by the sensation of touching him.
Walt's eyes were closed, as smile on his face, the traces of her finger across his chest leaving a trail of heat and desire in their wake. It was already how he dreamed it would be, how he imagined it, imagined her, imagined them.
She let her hands caress him for minutes unending, Walt finally ending it-for the moment-as his desire to view her became overpowering. They kissed hard again, for more minutes, Walt finally taking a step back, returning the favor by slowly, achingly, undoing the buttons on Vic's blouse, their eyes still boring in on each other like heat-seeker missiles locked on a target. He finally shrugged the garment off of her shoulders, her large, perfect breasts only covered by the merest of fabric now. He stopped to caress her shoulders, sending a shiver of longing through Vic, her eyes closing at the delicate touch of his hand on her bare skin. Vic then unclasped her bra from behind, but her eyes signaled for Walt to remove it. He did so, in awe of the woman in front of him. It fell to the floor.
He drank in the site of her bare, creamy breasts, impeccable in their form, amazingly large nipples already rising as if called to attention. He deftly ran both hands lightly across her mounds softly, barely touching the marvelous sight. As they brushed over her nipples, she shivered and lightly moaned her approval, eyes closed, soaking in the sensation.
Walt moved in to kiss her again, Vic surrendering her lips to him willingly...happily. As they kissed, Vic moved to run her lips over his jaw, up the side of his face, then she whispered softly into his ear, "You're all mine, cowboy. Take me to bed and make love to me."
Already in a high state of arousal, Walt felt every worry, every moment he had wasted with Vic fall by the wayside, and he wanted her, this moment, all night, forever. He picked her up with his muscular arms, her own arms wrapping around his neck, and carried them into the bedroom-into what was now their bedroom.
Both kicked off their footwear and socks before laying down, Vic bade Walt to lay down first, and she lowered her breasts on his chest, their bodies becoming one. Both sighed when she had fully leaned into him. Vic began kissing his chest again, moving up to his neck, finding his pulse point through her lips, running her tongue along the artery that was essential to his life-essential to her life at the moment. She moved back up to his lips, running a finger on his jaw, then running her fingers through his hair on the back of her head, trying to coax him deeper into her mouth, her tongue gently lashing his lips with a tender revelry.
Walt gently grabbed Vic around her waist, flipping her over, laying Vic on her back, their eyes locked again as if there was nothing else in the Universe. He kissed her hotly, passionately, exploring her mouth, mapping it for his desire from this day onward. Slowly, he kissed down to her jaw, he languished on the soft skin of her neck and shoulder, Vic cooing in lust as his hot breath ran over her skin.
He delved down between her magnificent breasts, kissing and licking the valley between them, his hands sliding over the rounded flesh on either side of his mouth, softly, gently massaging them under his large, calloused hands.
"Walt", Vic breathed out his name, as if it belonged to a deity to be be worshiped, his gentle kneading like Heaven on her body.
Walt then moved his lips and tongue to one of her fleshy mounds, his breath hitching at the sight of how incredibly round and long her pinkish-red nipples were. He gently put a tongue on one of the large pebbles, the nipple becoming harder and longer if that were possible.
"Oh, God, Walt! Please", Vic begged him, Walt taking the rigid flesh between his lips and sucking the nipple and as much of her breasts into his his mouth, greedily wishing he could somehow take all of that flesh inside. Vic whimpered in pure ecstasy, her back arching upward to somehow grant him the wish he had just made.
He didn't want to forget her other nipple, and he reverently devoured it in his mouth, sucking it, running his tongue over it, feeling Vic's body shudder under his efforts. He began sliding his lips and tongue down her abdomen, moving from side-to-side, looking for unexpected areas of pleasure that he would catalog into his memory. She lightly cried as he found a few over-sensitive spots, making him smile during his trip downward.
He got to her belly-button, running his tongue into it, eliciting a light sigh from his lover, then continued his inexorable movement downward.
For her part, Vic felt as if time was standing still, that it had no meaning at this moment. The flames of fire from his touch of hands, of lips and of his tongue hadn't quenched her desirous thirst, only increased it one-hundred fold. The honey from inside her body was flooding out of her now, dampening the sheets, increasing the ache on that one tiny spot, eight-thousand nerve endings firing off in unison, demanding they be attended to.
Walt was in no hurry, knowing that his languid pace would only increase her longing, her wanting, her desire to be sated. He stopped at the closely trimmed, blond pubic hair and breathed in the hint of her scent, his nostrils flaring, Vic moaning as his hot breath touched the patch above her genitals, her legs parting in fiery anticipation.
He teased her next, by working down her left leg, on the inside of her thigh, lightly kissing those areas and running his tongue along the until-now uncharted flesh, working his way down to her ankle, smothering them with kisses and a wet trail of his tongue, then he slowly, gently moved up the opposite leg, giving worship to every millimeter of her skin, genuflecting before her in his mind and heart.
He finally moved over her genitals, gasping at the incredibly sultry sight of her long folds, leading down to her open vagina, her wet desire trickling out. He leaned in and simply breathed in her erotic scent, a mixture of light perfume, sweat and the liquid pouring from inside her. It was more intoxicating than any liquor that man could conjure, the olfactory cocktail like a drug introduced into his system. Her legs were now as wide a they could go, her knees bent.
He ran two fingers into her folds, separating them, fully exposing her lips like wings of a bird being opened in flight. Vic's breathing became shorter and shallower with every passing moment, her mind lost in a cacophony of desire, wanting him on only one spit.
He rubbed his fingers along her labia, catching them between his fingers, working his way down to her opening, running them through the sweet liquid, putting his fingers in his mouth, tasting for the first time her nectar, the taste now forever burned in his mind, wanting more.
"Walt", she said in a halting, shaking voice, "Don't tease anymore, please."
"What do you want, Victoria", he said in strong tones that only heightened her arousal.
"Suck my clit, my love, take me completely."
He needed no more urging, diving his lips to encase the nerve-filled nub, Vic immediately crying loudly, wanting the entire world to hear her. Her hands moved to his head, insistently trying to drive his lips and tongue deeper on to that nearly-insatiable spot. "God, Walt, that's it, suck me baby, don't ever stop."
"You're mine, Victoria", he said as he briefly stopped, his voice sending her higher into the netherworld of desire.
"I'm yours, Walt. Only yours. Forever." Her words interspersed with cries of pleasure and joy.
Walt dove two fingers deep inside her, while continuing to lock on her clit, Vic's breath
hitching under the suddenness of his fingers entering her. Her hips began to rock in sync with his assault on her clitoris, finding a rhythm that moved her closer and closer...
His pace quickened, his only intention now is to hear, see and feel her orgasm for the first time, wanting to experience it like nothing he'd ever experienced in his life. Her breathing became unsteady, small cries coming from her lips, "Don't stop Walt, God, make me come." He growled deep in his stomach, and the sound was enough for her walls to tighten around his fingers, her back finally arching, a scream of release rolling through her body like echoing thunder, her entire being shaking, continuing through her for minutes, having never felt a climax so complete, so glorious, so loving.
Walt smiled up had her face, her eyes closed as spasms continued to race through her. He moved up next to her, and put his one hand on her cheek, snapping her out of the paralyzing joy that had taken her body. He leaned down and kissed her, as she tasted her own musky liquid on his lips and tongue, her desire again rising. The desire was different this time.
Vic rolled him over, a lusty look on her face. She didn't waste time, moving between his legs, and slowly undoing his belt around his pants, letting the leather accessory lie open. She could already see the bulge in his pants, then lightly squeezed it, bringing a loud moan from inside his throat.
She moved her face closer to his jeans, and unbuttoned them with a sense of urgency not seen up till now. She slowly undid the zipper on his pants, the sound of which sent Walt growling again in want. He immediately lifted his hips and she slid the pants down his legs and off his feet, his engorged manhood now only held by thin fabric. Vic again squeezed, her breath becoming shallow as she was about to witness something she had desired after for years.
She reached through the boxers, grabbing his erection, gasping at his thickness and the feel of it in her hand, then releasing him and practically tearing his short off. She gasped again at the magnificent sight in front of her, softly running her fingers around his shaft, a loud moan coming from his mouth, the lightness of her touch blazing through his body. Vic could feel his pulse beating through the large blood vessel than ran his length, mesmerized by the its intensity.
Taking her other hand, she cupped his testicles, again lightly touching them. Walt could only marvel at how she was loving him. He never felt that love-making could be this intense, this urgent, and yet at the same time, this tender all at once. Vic was like no women he had ever known, giving him pleasure in a way he could have never have imagined before today.
Vic stroked his organ, feeling it become even harder as she pumped her hand up and down his length. While still holding him, she softly licked and put one testicle in her mouth, gently rolling her tongue around it, switching to the other one after a few minutes. She felt Walt tense at the sensation. She then put his erection on his stomach, sliding her tongue off his testicles, and then slowly, deliciously running it up the underside of his member, a long, sweet groan escaping from him. Wrapping her lips and tongue around his head, she sucked loudly, the noise again bringing forth unintelligible noises from him.
Without warning, she then slid him down her throat, until his erection was completely inside, his breathing actually stopping for a long moment, incredulous that any woman could completely envelop him like this. She felt his head down her throat, and that pulse pounding against her lips, as she slowly brought him in and out of her mouth.
Walt didn't know if he could stand this very long, having not had sex for several years, and he put a hand gently on her head to demand that, despite how glorious it felt, for her to cease. This wasn't how he wanted to climax.
She looked at him, getting up on her knees and straddling herself over his hardness, "Time to ride you, cowboy", she said in a low, lusty voice, the likes of which Walt had never heard. Thus grabbing him, Vic slowly, almost painfully, slid down his length, Vic moaning louder and louder as she continued her ascent, her muscles squeezing him tightly.
For the first time, Walt had to speak, "God...Vic", he panted, "I never imagined..."
She had him completely inside of her now, "You don't need to imagine any longer, Walt. I'm yours", she cried loudly.
"You're mine, Victoria", he growled as she began gyrating on top of him, slowly, evenly, wanting to remember every stroke of him inside of her. Vic didn't want to quicken the pace, wanting to extend this until the end of time, never wanting to let him slip out of her.
Walt looked up at Vic, her eyes closed, her mouth twisted in agonizing ecstasy, cries and moans escaping her lips. He had never seen a more divine, unnerving sight in his life than this much younger woman, her entire being so electric that he knew it would light up his nights from this day forward. It was almost beyond his comprehension, the sight of Victoria Moretti riding him, demanding him, loving him.
Walt eventually coaxed her onto her back, wanting some control, and wanting it until this first round of love-making was finished. Vic spread her legs as wide as she ever had, grinning at him in anticipation as he suddenly and completely plunged inside of her wet center, her cries high and sweet, letting herself surrender to him completely.
She had had sex with more than a few men, yet none had filled her with such overwhelming need and desire. She had never been more aware of a man deep inside of her, gently and then urgently thrusting into her, the walls of her vagina alight like incandescent lights, his pubic hair grounding against her clitoris endlessly, as the desire again built up inside of her, wanting the blessed release to reach her again.
"Walt", she demanded softly, "Look at me, baby. Don't take your eyes off me."
"Never", he breathed.
"Make both of us come, Walt. Please."
It was like a switch being turned on, and Walt furiously started thrusting in and our of his lover, losing all control. Vic urged him on with cries of lust, "That's it, baby, yeah, make us both come..."
She had barely gotten the words out of his mouth when Walt felt the clench behind his testicles. Vic could feel him suddenly get harder, the sensation near her stomach that announced release suddenly filling her.
They climaxed at the same moment, "Vic!" Walt cried loudly, a rolling, incredible moan following upon saying her name, his body stiffening as he came deep inside of her.
Vic's own body spasmed hard, her hips again flying into the air, clenching her walls around his erection, a loud scream leaving her lips. The dual sounds of their release resonated like a thunderclap through both of them, Walt unable to thrust anymore, buried deep in her, Vic not wanting to ever let him slip out of her. They rode the earthquake for what seemed like hours, but were in reality a matter of minutes, finally, slowly, both of them coming off the high of their consummation.
Walt rolled off of her, with Vic laying her hand across his chest, looking at each other with bliss on their faces.
Vic then rolled on top of him, "I love you, Walt. I'm yours forever if you'll have me."
Walt smiled, "Forever, Vic", he said simply, "Finally." They gently kissed and nodded off to sleep for a while.