CHAPTER NINE

Author's Note: This is a pretty steamy chapter. I couldn't write a story without one. If you've read my other stories, you know that. Warned 'ya!

Kitty was already in her lace cami when Matt got upstairs. He set his gear down and pulled her into his arms, covering her neck with soft kisses. She could already feel him start to arouse against her.

"Kitten, I got a real strong need right now," he whispered in her ear. "I don't want it to be like that day on the train. You gotta help slow me down. I know we've got all night, but . . ." and he drew himself down on her mouth, exploring, licking, sucking on her lip. But instead of slowing him down, Kitty put her hands on his butt and pulled him closer, pressing his need into her belly.

Boots flew across the room. The gunbelt came off. Then the belt, the pants and his drawers. He scooped Kitty up and laid her on the bed.

"You didn't slow me down, darlin'. You got me hotter!" He pulled her cami up and put his face between her thighs and snorted. He was pulling, licking, even nipping when she put her hands on each side of his face, guided him up on top of her, and said, "You didn't ask about my need, Cowboy!"

She let out a soft squeal when he began, locked her legs around his waist, and they rocked together in ecstasy. He put his mouth to her ear, and she felt his breathing become more like panting as he kept pushing harder. Sure didn't take long. That and the leg lock drove her wild. She saw the white lights and the stars before he did as her body throbbed in her climax, and it lasted so long that she hadn't yet opened her eyes when she felt him complete.

He laid quietly inside her, catching his breath, for extra time before he started nuzzling her hair, kissing and nibbling her neck. She felt him slide away as he did.

"What's it been," he said softly. Nine days? Nine days and I can't even hug you without getting up. Nine days and I can't even wait long enough to get your lace off before I start." And he covered her mouth with a deep, passionate kiss. She could taste her vanilla and musk on his lips. "I want to make it so good for you, sweetheart!", he whispered. "There were times when I'd been gone for three or four weeks, remember? Now nine days is forever away from you! Am I getting old? Am I getting spoiled? Is it cause you're my wife?"

"We knew it'd be like this, Matt. You promised you'd come home to me, and we'd have nights like this, and here we are! No wife could be happier! Do you realize I hugged you on the boardwalk today? Right out there on Front Street! She kept her eyes on his. "This trip was harder for me, too. You were gone so long after we shared so much in Colorado! I'm a new wife, Matt. I wanted you with me! I wanted to look at the house with you. I wanted to be in your arms! You left the day after we got home! I did okay till the stage driver that came three days ago said there'd been some problem with your stage or your prisoners, he didn't know. Since then it's been horrible. I just laid here every night thinking the worst. I know I shouldn't have done that. But I love you, Matt Dillon!"

"I'm going to make that up to you, sweetheart. Sit up for a minute, this lace has to go away." He pulled it over her head and slid it quickly away. Then he took his lips to each breast slowly, quietly, suckling. Matt Dillon was recovering quickly. She reached for him while he hovered over her, feeling his already beginning hardness in her hand. She stroked him slowly to encourage him, stopping to tap his tip with her finger. He rolled to his side and groaned.

"Gonna give you an hour to stop that, my love! Keep touching me like that."

"What does it feel like?" She rolled to face him.

"It's a shock that goes straight to my gut."

"You mean this?" And she gently tapped his tip again.

He pulsed. "I mean that! When I was waiting and waiting in Hays, I touched myself to think of you. Didn't feel anything like that."

"I want to be your only touch there. With my fingertips and my tongue."

"We're doing it again, aren't we?"

"What?"

"Talking like that. Talking about our most private thoughts. For right now, here, tonight, let's not talk about anything else."

"You're already full-on hard again."

"It's your fault."

"But you let me touch you."

"I love you, Kitten."

"Mmmm. I love you too, Cowboy! Roll over here!" She pushed him onto his back with one hand. Of course, that was all it ever took when he was ready. She straddled him, then pulled the covers up over their heads so they were in a delightful, warm tent in bed. "Let's try another touch. Just a touch!" She held his sex and touched the head to her folds. "Tap, tap, tap," she whispered as she guided him, feeling him lubricate. "Mmmmm, maybe just a little more?" She put him in but only an inch. "Too much?"

He just didn't want to resist any longer, he wanted to be inside her again. He held her hips and pulled her down slowly onto him, very carefully because this was deep. Taking every bit of him she could handle, she set up a rhythm rocking in circles and up and down, squeezing and pulling on him. It was steamy inside the makeshift tent, quiet except for pleasured pants, grunts and groans. Lovers who had been apart too long, finally together, reaching another pinnacle with their bodies joined together. Kitty felt him in that last stage of enlargement, when he could not stop, not able to see his face in the dark, just feeling him swell. She was right. He gripped her arms and stopped moving. Instantly, the heat inside her was unmistakable. With his final pulse, she let herself go with him.

XOXOXO

"There's been a creepy man bothering me, Matt. All the while you were gone. Festus and Quint and even Doc kept him from doing anything. They think he's bothering me to get to you. I want you to know."

"I know, Kit," he said as he laid next to her, looking at the ceiling, finally quiet after taking her twice in the space of an hour. "Festus told me about him. I can handle it."

Kitty sat bolt upright and looked him in the eyes.

"I know you can handle it, Matt! Never meant you couldn't! I'm just asking you to be careful. You haven't had to deal with stuff like this since . . ."

"Yeah, I know. Since Gore. Don't try to protect me. I've got to do this on my own. I'm the one decided to keep the job, remember? Already passed my first test, hauling those goons to Hays. I'll do okay. It was just like old times. Whoever this guy is, he's got to go."

She stroked his hair. "I'm your wife. You make my heart beat, Matt. I may be only a woman, but I'm your wife. I want to protect you. I need you! I want you with me for a lot of years."

He rolled to his side to face her, and pulled her to him.

"It's all part of this new life for me, sweetheart. I have a wife. It's harder for me now. I plan to protect me so I can protect you. Does that make any sense?"

"All of a sudden we're talking business, and we were going to only talk about our most private thoughts tonight."

"Leave me alone. I'm recovering."

She grinned, and started tickling him. He was so unprepared for tickling that he actually jumped and pulled his arms into his sides to protect himself from the onslaught. He couldn't help himself, he laughed uncontrollably. But he was quick to realize his mistake, grimaced, and stopped. He turned on her, tickling her in the ribs until she finally cried out.

"STOP! UNCLE! STOP! Maaatttt! Where did I ever find you?" It was a rhetorical question, but he took it seriously. He was working his way back to sharing their most private thoughts. It was a welcome respite in his life so full of responsibility and danger. He'd gotten to where he'd craved it like foreplay before his foreplay with her.

"Uhhh, I think it was your first day in Dodge, he grinned. At Delmonicos. That's where I found YOU, anyway."

Their urgency quelled, they finally laid in each other's arms.

"Did you ever think we'd get to this?"

"Mmmm Hmmm. I knew we would. A real long time ago I knew. That day at Spring Creek."

She traced his ear with her fingertips. "Wish we could go again soon," she whispered. "Spring Creek will always be special for me. Gawd, I was SO scared! And then when you made love to me I was even more scared!"

She moved her fingertips down to his chest, touching, tracing ever so lightly. "I wanted to make love with you over and over. I was scared I wasn't good enough. You made my body just pound. Didn't know if I could do that to you."

He was quiet for a minute, thinking. "Do you remember what happened when we came home from that date? I made love to you three more times that night, and again in the morning. Does that help you understand what my body was doing?"

Lightly, she circled his belly. Moved to his groin, then back to his belly. Over and over again, just fingertips. The lightest of light touches. He groaned each time she moved farther down.

He pushed her away just far enough that he could nuzzle her chest. Then he took a nipple in two fingers and squeezed. Just enough that she could feel it.

"Fingertips," he whispered. And he circled the nipple with one finger. Gave her goosebumps all over, even under the warm covers.

"Feels SO good, my love!"

"You started it. Feels wonderful!"

"That day at Spring Creek was the first time I watched a woman climax. You made me crazy watching that. You went so fast."

"Matt, I went on that picnic hoping you'd kiss me. When we were naked under that blanket and you touched me where you did, I couldn't hold back. I knew what you were going to do. Made me so hot!"

"Bet I can do it right now, with just my fingertips. This is all about fingertips, isn't it?", he smiled.

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