CHAPTER ELEVEN

Author's Note: Okay, Fair warning: This chapter is downright steamy. One whole chapter of steam. It just has to be. Please skip this chapter if you're not fond of that. These people just married after twelve years of denying it could ever happen. They love each other. If you've enjoyed the story this far, you have my promise that you'll enjoy subsequent chapters, even if you skip this one. They're much more benign. Honest!

XOXOXO

Matt settled Kitty into a plush chair in the lobby. "I'll be back in a minute, I have some business at the desk." And he gave her a light kiss on the lips. "Can I bring you a wine or a brandy, Mrs. Dillon?"

Kitty smiled, "Either would be delicious, Mister Dillon." So Matt took a side trip to the bar and brought back two brandies.

Kitty let her mind wander while Matt was talking with the desk clerk. She still could not believe how much thought Matt had put into their new life, especially the part about the house. He had it all pictured in his mind. She wondered when he'd decided all this: to marry her, to buy a house, to want a family, it was overwhelming. Matt's decisions were overwhelming. Made a mental note to ask him. The brandy was giving her a warm glow. She knew she was ready to spend some time with her new husband.

"My beautiful wife, it's time for you to go upstairs with your husband." Matt took her hand and eased her from the chair. "You understand that I can take you upstairs, right?", he grinned. "You understand that I can have my way with you now, right? Did anyone explain this to you?"

Kitty was hanging onto Matt's arm and giggling like a schoolgirl. "I don't know, I'm a little scared."

"I'll be gentle," was the reply. "But I'm your husband, so you have to come with me now. You have to do my bidding."

Now they were both laughing. Why they came to Colorado. To laugh!

When they got to the room, there was a beautiful bouquet of flowers with a bottle of brandy on the table. Kitty read the card out loud, "Congratulations from Charlie and Martha." Just the right amount of fuss for Matt.

Matt tossed his Stetson on the peg, locked the door, pulled his fancy new boots off, and took Kitty in his arms, peppering her neck with soft kisses. "I need to examine you carefully, Missus. I'd like to see your body, Missus. I need to be sure it's acceptable for my purpose here, now that we're alone. You'll need to remove your clothing, Miss."

Kitty's giggle was now deep and seductive. The one that always drove Matt crazy. She decided this could be a contest. But in a flash, her mood deepened, realizing that here in this room, in a very short time, she and Matt were going to complete their marriage. It gave her pause, and he felt it.

"I can read you like a book, Kitten. What just got hold of you?"

"Ummm, . . . what we're going to do, it's . . . it's pretty special."

Matt stroked her back, thought a minute, then lifted her chin to meet her eyes. "You know what? You're absolutely right. I'm with you. Maybe the jokes can wait till later." And just like Kitty, a wave of seriousness overcame him.

"Come sit on the bed with me. I want to undress my wife." And he did. Slowly, carefully, starting with her boots. Then her pantaloons. As soon as the pantaloons hit the floor, he stroked up her thigh, under her dress. He didn't want to wait. He danced his fingers in her soft folds. Right there on the bed, fully clothed, except for her pantaloons.

She just couldn't sit up any longer, and flopped back on the bed, surrendering to his hand.

"Matt, please don't stop!"

"No, no, why would I stop? I want to please my beautiful wife!" He continued his dance and felt her bud harden. He rotated on it relentlessly.

"Matt, I want you, please! Please, Matt!"

She groped for his pants, but it was too late. There wasn't time. She called out "Maaaatt!" one last time and climaxed on his fingers. He probed inside until she finished. Then he watched her lay there in a limp state of euphoria. He waited until her breathing returned to normal.

Speaking not a word, he went for her again with his tongue. Moaning, she cradled his head, raking his cheeks with her fingers. This time, softly, she called "Maaaatt! Please! I can't . . . " but he persisted. Flicking, tasting, probing. She raked her fingers through his hair and pulled on it. He looked up at her only long enough to say "Yes, my love, yes you can," and went right back to tasting her.

Kitty's whole body was trembling now, lost in his most intimate touch. She couldn't reach him. She couldn't get him to give her what she wanted. But she was hypnotized by his tongue, the pulling of his lips on her. She begged. "Oh Matt, you're going to . . . I'm going to . . . but I want you . . . " and again her body responded without any command from her. It just happened. It pulsed, it throbbed. He waited there for her, enjoying her explosion.

This time he put himself on top of her. He was more than aroused. Still fully clothed, he ached. Really ached. Kitty unbuttoned his pants, releasing him to slide them down. Pants still around his legs, her dress and petticoats still pulled up to her waist, he entered her to relieve his ache. Right there on the side of the bed. Not a moment too soon. She was beyond wet. He put his hands under her butt and pulled her up to him, stroke after stroke, he pulled and released, rocking her into him, as deep as he dared go. Kitty was quiet now. She had what she wanted. She stayed quiet, studying his face while she felt the speed of his thrusts increase. Then he dropped his head onto her chest. She held his head in her hands while she felt him push hard one last time, stiffen, and release into her. He pushed one more time, trying to do it again. Bound in their clothing, bodies joined to each other, they fought to catch their breath. It was Kitty who finally spoke.

"Don't get up, Cowboy," she panted. "Please don't get up. Please just stay there inside of me forever! I waited so long!"

"I have to, sweetheart. There's nothing in reach here for me to kiss and nibble while I come back to earth from that. I'm lost in a wad of petticoats and dress. Which, by the way, MUST come off! I need to kiss and nibble."

"But I can still feel you!" And she gave him a squeeze.

The squeeze was too much for what was left of him, and they both started giggling.

"Now let me pull this petticoat off." Gently, he raised her hips and slid it off. "Now, my dear, I'm going to roll you over so I can unbutton this dress." He had more than a smile on his face by this time. More like a grin. So pleased with his handiwork. He slid the dress off, leaving her face down on the bed. Took him all of ten seconds to toss his pants on the floor and put himself over her, licking, nibbling, kissing her ears, her neck, her arms, and as far down her back as he could get with the corset still on. He thought about that for a minute, and decided he'd rather leave her face down. He was looking for new territory.

"Free at last!", he sighed. Kitty was purring. He slid his hand between her legs where it had all started. She wiggled and hiked her hips up to him.

"You're wet here. You're very wet here. Did you know you were wet here?"

"Mmmmmm. Wonder why," was the reply. She rotated her hips. He took tender bites out of each butt cheek. Each bite made her purr louder.

Matt Dillon never had trouble recovering. He just never did. Maybe some guys. Maybe most guys. Not Matt Dillon. He was already getting aroused looking at his new target here, upside down. All he'd ever needed to do was look at Kitty and rub her, letting her work on his mind. It never took long. She seemed very amenable to his touch. No doubt she'd be amenable to more. He touched her between her legs again, and it all started for him. Kitty knew what was coming. She also knew it was beyond exciting and that she couldn't last long after he entered her this way. There was something about where his sex touched her when she was hiked up like this . . . but . . . never mind . . . no point in thinking why . . . she felt him go in.

He rocked his head back and groaned. His mind was flooded. This beautiful lady who had stood next to him earlier today under the trellis while he put a ring on her finger. This beautiful lady who had sat waiting for him in the lobby just an hour ago. This beautiful lady who had waited twelve years. He reached for her ring and rolled it on her finger.

"Oh, Matt!"

His beautiful wife.

"I love you, Kitten!"

Then he took her again. His wife.

XOXOXO

Supper was long ago finished, in their room, at the small table, looking out the window at the mountains one more time. Truth be told, not even Matt had been all that hungry. He had thought about this day for weeks, if not for twelve years. Tomorrow would be their last big day in Denver, and then by Tuesday they'd be headed back to Dodge.

He brushed out Kitty's hair. Always loved doing that, but now it had special meaning. She left it long, the way he liked it, and they crawled into bed. Much too early to sleep, but this was their day. He propped himself up on a well practiced elbow and looked into her eyes.

"I need to tell you my mind tonight, Kit. Be patient with me. You know I've always been better with my actions than my talk. I've never been happier in my life than I am right now, here, tonight. I never thought I could be this happy. This is the biggest change ever in my life. We're husband and wife. I cherish you. I never want to be without you. My job, my friends, where I live, those things are all in second place behind you."

The tears welled up in Kitty's eyes. He touched each cheek as they fell lightly, but he continued.

"We've been twelve years getting to this night. I don't know how to make it up to you, waiting all those years. And you didn't just hang around and wait. You built a successful business. You didn't need me. But you chose to do that to be with me. There's just no way I can make up to you all the horrible stuff you've been through just because you chose me, just because you were "the marshal's woman." But I'm going to work at it every day, Kit, I promise you. I'm gonna be so careful with you."

He dabbed her face with his bandana, then put it in her hand.

"So, now you're officially the marshal's woman. These rings on our fingers leave no doubt in anyone's mind what we are to each other. You're all mine, I'm all yours. To the world, Kit. I don't know what lays ahead for us. I just don't know. But I'll be there with you. I think Dodge is a good place now. I tried to work hard to make it better. The Long Branch is exceptional now, all because of you. If you want to stay, we'll stay. If you want to leave, we'll leave. The only thing that matters is that we're together now, for the rest of our lives. That's why I confused you last week when I asked you if you'd like to live here in Denver. My mind was wandering. My head was already in my future life with you. I just want to make you happy."

He sat up, cross legged in front of her, so he could look down into her eyes. He stroked her softly while he continued.

"When we make love it's an explosion for me. You excite me beyond anything I can describe. I hope you feel that! I hope you never turn me away, never get tired of it. Being joined with you, inside your body, is beyond wild." He took her hand. "But the depth of this love goes beyond our sex, beyond the passion. It's being able to talk with you, to share my most private thoughts, to tell you about what I've done right, what I've done wrong. Asking you to help me make decisions. Telling you when I'm scared. This is the ultimate, Kit. You're my best friend."

She reached up and pulled him down to her, burying her face in his chest.

"I love you, Matt. I've always loved you. This is forever," she whispered. "Thank you for the beautiful words. You're right. What makes this special is how much we want each other. That's why I stayed. I'm beyond proud of you. I hope you keep your job as long as you're passionate about it, because it's who you've become, who you are. Doesn't mean I won't worry about you every single day. No one knows when or how the end will come, love. Not for me, not for you. No one. My plan is to treasure every day we have together. So you do what's right for Matt Dillon. I'll always be here for you."

They were both quiet for several minutes. Kitty was the first to speak softly.

"My husband, will you make love to me?"

"This is your wedding night. I want it to be perfect for you. Been thinkin' about it, Kit. Been planning. I want to go slow. I want it to be so special. I want to love you in the tenderest of ways. No sex-charged cowboy coming back from two weeks on the trail. Been planning."

They were quiet then for a long time, neither one wanting to have this end. Both realizing it would start again soon. Nothing else mattered for either of them except what was happening right this minute.

TBC