He Restoreth My Soul 2: Beside the Still Waters"
"Matt's Love Story" ATC
Chapter 4
by Lilyjack
Author's Note: More cavity-inducing storytelling. Brush well and floss after reading. In addition, this chapter vividly depicts a loving relationship between two consenting adults and is intended for mature readers.
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In the shade of the ancient cottonwood trees by the edge of the prairie stream, Matt Dillon stood clad only in carelessly unbuttoned pants clinging loosely to his hips, embracing his longtime lover's exquisite, naked body in his arms, passionately kissing her, caressing her, stroking her- slowly, insistently, oh-so- intimately, until her lovely features grew wanton and her legs weak. Kitty Russell clung to him for support. "Oh...Matt..." she whispered in a faltering voice. "What...are you doing to me...?"
"I told you I wanted to take care of you, sweetheart," he murmured as he swept her into his strong, capable arms and carried her to their blanket by the stream, laying her down gently, her swiftly drying red-gold hair cascading in soft curls around her face and shoulders. He kissed her flushed cheek and smiled into her hooded blue eyes. "Just lie back and let me do this. Let me take care of you now."
He kissed her lovingly, trailing his soft, soft mouth down her pale white throat, her arms, her hands, each of her fingers in turn just like he had since their very first days here in their secret place. He worshipped her breasts for which he'd always held a special appreciation, kissing and kneading and suckling, while Kitty threaded her fingers through his hair and pressed him close. And all the while he whispered those sweet nothings to her as his lips lingered tenderly over her skin - sweet, sweet words that made her heart squeeze tightly, such exquisite pain, just like they were young lovers again. Simple words from a simple, forthright man that meant the world to her because she knew he meant them.
Suddenly her stomach lurched as she wondered if he'd said those same words to that other woman. Matt's fingers covered her mouth and he hurried to reassure her in a horrified tone, "Shh... No, honey, no."
She was startled at his reply. She hadn't realized she'd spoken her thoughts aloud in her feverish emotion.
He rose up and kissed her heatedly on the mouth, deeply and urgently until she felt tears burning her eyes. Breathless, he broke their kiss but his big hands insistently stroked her face as his brow wrinkled and he looked into her eyes squarely and insisted, "Never."
A lump caught in her throat, and she swallowed hard. She'd never known her cowboy to lie. Not ever. She released a shuddering, cleansing sigh.
He stroked her hair back from her face and kissed her cheek. "Let's not talk about her. I want you, Kitty." And he set about proving he wanted her. His fiery kisses set her lips and her loins on fire. And she shivered because she knew he wanted her. It was apparent in his simple declarations and his singular attentions. Matt Dillon wanted Kitty Russell and no one else.
He rose up, cradling her foot in his hand and kissed her ankle. "Just you, Kitty. Nobody else," his deep voice rumbled. His scorching gaze never left her as he continued kissing his way up her shapely long leg, smoothing his hands over her, his hot breath branding the tender skin of her calf and supple inner thigh. He smiled with satisfaction as he felt her tremble beneath his lips, saw the gooseflesh rise on her skin at his touch, and watched her pale, pillowy-soft bosom heave in yearning. "I promise, I wouldn't do this for anyone else but you, sweetheart. Let me kiss you... Let me taste you..."
Her face was so beautiful and sensual and utterly aroused, Matt could feel his own stirrings again. He could barely detect her breathy response, "Kiss me, Cowboy. Please..."
And she opened up for him like a flower. He kissed her and tasted her and suckled her sweet, ripe, hot woman's flesh until he felt her body tensing in response. She fisted her hands in his hair and cried out, her back arching and all the muscles of her body seizing in pure ecstasy at once.
Finally, she went limp, softly trembling, and Matt tenderly smoothed his hand over the generous curve of her hip and thigh as she rested, her skin so soft and creamy he could never get his fill. Then, to Matt's surprise, he heard her choke back a sob.
Matt Dillon quickly became alarmed. He crawled up next to her and saw a fat tear rolling from the corner of her eye, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. His gut clenched. After all this, could he still lose her? He rushed to comfort her, "Just give it time. Please give it some time. Don't give up on me, honey. Won't you please?"
She quickly wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and turned to face him while he stroked her hair and petted her and repeated like a litany, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
To her astonishment, she saw that his eyes were filled with tears as well, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed him tight as she felt another hot tear course down her cheek. She loved this man so much sometimes she thought her chest would burst. She didn't know what she would do without him. Her head reeled to think that she had almost lost him to that woman.
"No, you didn't," Matt insisted.
She was startled again at his reply. She hadn't realized that she'd spoken her private thoughts aloud once more.
"I don't care how hard I'd gotten hit on the damn head, honey. I'd always come back to you eventually. You're an unforgettable woman, you know."
She sniffled as he smoothed away her tears with his fingertips. Her voice was raw and hoarse. "Well, it took ya' long enough to remember me."
"Too long, honey, way too damn long. I don't understand it and I don't think I ever will. But when I heard my name spoken aloud, it all came rushing back to me. My job, my life. And you." He scrubbed a hand over his sorrowful features. "And the terrible wrong I'd done you. I knew I had to go home right then and make it right, although I wasn't sure if you'd even have me."
"You weren't sure I'd have you?" she repeated incredulously. "Matt Dillon, you should know I've got way too much time and effort invested in you to give you up to a fast floozy who took advantage of an injured man who didn't even know his own name. What kind of a woman would do a thing like that?"
Matt held her tighter, feeling so relieved and grateful right then that he was almost giddy and positively speechless.
"Besides," she added, gazing up into his softly shining blue eyes, "I love you..." Her voice broke and she struggled to finish, "...warts and all. You may not be perfect, but you're mine."
Matt Dillon's impressively broad chest swelled with happiness at Kitty's words. His tone was gravelly with emotion. "You mean that?"
Kitty jutted out her chin. "If that female Mike wants you she'll hafta come through me first."
Matt chuffed out a laugh. "You realize," he said as he tasted her delicate ear lobe and nibbled his way down her neck to her freckled bare shoulder. "You don't look too threatening right at this very moment."
She lifted a brow in warning. "You might be surprised."
"Oh yeah?"
"You ever see me fight?"
"As a matter of fact, I have, and I don't reckon I oughta tangle with you."
"You don't think you'd wanna take me on, mister?" She had a teasing half-smile on her face.
"Well, maybe..." His tongue darted out and touched his bottom lip. "...if the stakes were right."
Kitty rolled him on his back, pressing his shoulders into the blanket. "The stakes are pretty high, Cowboy." She pursed her lips. "I hear a lady's heart is on the line." The arched brow again.
"Oh, I'll take you on any day, sweetheart." He gave her a wink and she winked back. Then she straddled him. He stretched his hands behind his head and enjoyed the view. "Hell, woman, you are much purdier than any picture in a museum."
"You should know." She worked to tug his pants down and he obligingly lifted his hips. "Good heavens, Matt..."
"What?" He raised his head and peered at her inquiringly.
"I don't know why I'm surprised. Doc always did say you had the quickest recovery time of any man he ever knew."
Matt smiled sheepishly.
Kitty wryly asserted, "Men your age are supposed to be slowin' down a little... Not you." She smiled at him indulgently, smoothing her hands over his broad chest, wide shoulders, and strong arms, her fingers grazing tenderly over so very many scars, each one evoking a particular memory, mostly of frightening battles with uncertain outcomes, high-risk surgeries, and long, anxious, bedside vigils. She remembered all those times she'd sat by him, holding his hand, nearly losing him, but he'd held on. He'd held on. She figured one small scar on his head couldn't begin to measure up to the many scars over the years they'd shared. "No, I don't reckon you'll ever slow down, Matt," she sighed. Leaning over, her long hair brushed his face and she sealed his lips with a lingering kiss. "All the better for me, I guess. You ready to tangle with me now, Cowboy?"
"Well, I never was partial to pickin' fights with girls, but I think you might be able to change my mind. Now c'mere, sweetheart, and show me what you got..."
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