He Restoreth My Soul 2: Beside the Still Waters"
"Matt's Love Story" ATC
Chapter 3
by Lilyjack
Author's Note: This fanfic is another of my sugary-sweet concoctions, so hightail it for the hills if you aren't a dessert lover. With whipped cream on top. And a cherry. In addition, this chapter vividly depicts a loving relationship between two consenting adults and is intended for mature readers. Don't say I didn't give you fair warning, Gunsmokers.
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Matt Dillon rose, towering head and shoulders above Kitty Russell, water streaming in rivulets from his naked, muscular body. Though she stood waist deep in the pool, the water struck his frame considerably lower due to his height advantage. Her wide eyes drifted slowly down his torso and then back up again. The corners of her mouth curled upwards and an amber brow lifted slightly. She seductively inquired, "You happy to see me, Cowboy?"
"C'mere, woman, and quit tormenting me." His eyes narrowed playfully at her. "You know all I have to do is look at you to get all het up."
Taking her hand, he drew her slowly closer as she teased, "I'm sure pleased you shucked those raggedy drawers so I could get finally get a look at that fine a-"
Matt cut short her indelicate comment regarding the comeliness of his nether regions by sealing her sassy mouth with a kiss that lasted for several intoxicating moments. She put her arms around him, her hands sliding down to caress that fetching backside of his, pressing him tightly against her belly so that he groaned with the exquisite contact. He released her lips and growled low into her ear when she swayed her hips against him, still gripping his round bottom in her hands. Her husky voice pronounced breathlessly, "Marshal Dillon, you would think that this water would dampen your spirits at least a smidgen." She gazed up at him and gave his chest a warm, suckling kiss with moist, peach-colored lips. "But you always were a hard man to keep down..." Her brow wrinkled thoughtfully. "... or somethin' like that..."
"Mm-hm..." he agreed distractedly, for his large, agile hands began eagerly exploring his living, breathing work of art—all her soft curves and gentle hollows, shallow, sweet dips and generous swells.
Relaxing into his ministrations, Kitty closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, sighing deeply. A sudden thought struck her. "Matt, are you sure you don't think I'm gettin' too fa-"
Matt cut her off again with a fervent kiss that left her speechless. "Sweetheart, you are still beautiful to me after all these years no matter what." He gave her generous curves some additional soft stroking and punctuated it with, "So I don't wanna hear any more of that kind of talk. You hear me, Kitty Russell?"
She nodded wordlessly and shivered with delight as his work-roughened hands performed their magic on her slippery-wet, naked skin.
Matt's deep voice reverberated through her chest. "Take right here, for instance..." He added a well-placed, fiery kiss on one of her voluptuous swells that left her nerves thrumming and her knees weak. "I wouldn't change this here for anything..." He raised his brows at her meaningfully. "I like you just the way you are, Kitty."
He straightened up and placed his hands on her face, caressing her cheeks with his thumbs. "Besides, honey, I'm not exactly the young buck I used to be either. I've gained a few pounds. My hair's turnin' gray. I've gotta bum leg. I don't hear you complainin' any about that."
"Oh, Matt," she crooned softly, finding her voice at last. She reached high, slipping her arms around his neck. He leaned over to meet her and she kissed his cheek lightly once, twice, and again. She nuzzled her face against his sandpapery beard and held tight, inhaling his familiar, comforting musky scent.
He rubbed his hands up and down her bare back, her naked sides, his heart catching in his throat when he detected the healed bullet wound on her right. He stopped, probing it lightly with his fingertips. She realized what he was doing and pulled back, looking at him questioningly. He leaned down and kissed the ruined skin tenderly, then murmured in a strained voice, "I'm a damn fool, Kitty Russell. Tell me again what a fool I've been."
"I'm not gonna tell you again because I think you're already beatin' yourself up about it plenty. Now shut up and kiss me, Cowboy."
And so he did. He took her in his arms and bent low over her lovely face. He kissed her slowly and gently at first, their lips softly touching and teasing, tempting and tasting. When she moved her hips tantalizing against his body, he moaned and slipped his tongue into her mouth, and it was slick and warm and sweet. Their kisses deepened and so did their caresses, becoming urgent and more intimate, until they were both trembling with need.
Matt stepped backwards into slightly deeper water, pulling Kitty with him, kissing her hungrily, feverishly all the while. He stroked her bottom, his hand sliding down one thigh, urging her to wrap it around his waist. She quickly did the same with the other and placed a hand on his shoulder to steady herself. The familiar weightlessness of the water made her smile into Matt's eyes and he smiled right back. It seemed like old times.
Their eyes were still locked as he slipped inside of her, slowly, slowly, for he was a very large man. After all these years, he still had to take it easy when he made love to Kitty. When she'd fully taken him in, she rested a moment, wrapping her arms around him, pressing her soft breasts to his chest, nuzzling her face to his neck and running her fingers through his damp hair.
A hoarse voice whispered in her ear, "God, you feel good, woman."
"So do you," she agreed quietly.
She took a deep breath, sorry to let the moment go, but knowing poor Matt was ready to burst.
She gave her inner muscles a little squeeze and heard him groan. "Oh, honey, how do you do that?"
"Lotsa practice." She cocked a wicked eyebrow at him and added, "Now kiss me again, lover, and I'll ride me a cowboy till I wear him plumb out."
After a dazed half-smile, Matt obligingly gave Kitty a long, loving kiss, weaving his fingers in her wet hair, passionately kissing those swollen peach-colored lips until he left her gasping for air.
"Oh my..." she murmured rapturously in her sultry whiskey voice. "Hold on, Cowboy. Don't let me go."
"I won't, sweetheart. Don't you worry your pretty head about that..."
She moved her body languidly over his and he closed his eyes tightly. "Oh, sweet Jesus, Kitty... "
"Matt..."
So Kitty rode her cowboy in the secluded watery oasis beneath ancient, gnarled cottonwood trees, the never-ceasing prairie wind swaying the tall grass that hid their lovemaking from view, although the only living things for miles around were birds and insects, rabbits and deer. Perfect for two old friends and lovers looking to mend their broken hearts.
Kitty rocked against her man, arching her back so that he could kiss her breasts and belly. She once again whispered those sweet nothings in his ear as she gripped his strong shoulders to move in that primal rhythm with him. And when he came inside of her with a great cry, she laid her head against his shoulder and rested quietly, waiting for her breathing to return to normal.
"Kitty?" Matt finally spoke as he slipped from her body.
Her voice was muffled against his damp skin. "Yes?"
"You alright?"
"I'm fine." She wriggled out of his arms and stood on her own.
"No, you're not." He kissed the top of her head tenderly. "Come on," he urged as he tugged her towards the bank. "Let's go take care of you."
"Whatta you mean? I'm fine, Matt."
"Come on, honey. Just do what I ask. Please."
He reached the bank first and climbed out on the rocks stiffly. His limp was more pronounced as he turned around and reached down to give her a hand up.
"Matt, your leg... Did you hurt it?"
"That's what an 'old man' gets for jumping into the swimmin' hole like a young buck." He winked at her. "Now gimme your hand."
Injured leg or no, he was still strong as an ox, lifting her out of the water like she weighed next to nothing. His eyes raked over her body appreciatively as he grabbed his pants, tugging them over his wet limbs. "Kitty, have I told you lately how beautiful you are?"
She gave him a small smile. "I think you have, but it never hurts to tell a lady more than once. I guess it's high time we headed back to-"
Matt Dillon seized his beautiful, unsuspecting woman around the waist and arched her back for a long, lusty kiss. His hand slid languorously down, caressing her full breast, stroking his palm flat against her belly and lower, still lower, making her breath quicken until his fingers parted the wispy auburn curls at the juncture of her thighs, slipping between her warm legs until she gasped. Shivering with molten desire, she whispered her lover's name hotly against his lips over and over, "Matt..."
tbc
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