Jud

"Oh, Jud" she murmured low and husky as he kissed her neck and slid his hands up to her breasts, groping her over her shirt. The shirt slowly came undone as she ground her hips teasingly against him. Once she was naked, he turned her around so he could look at her.

"Okay, darlin'?" He liked to check sometimes to make sure she was all right, wasn't always sure what would alarm her too much or make her freeze up. He still had trouble reading her, but it was worse when he was drunk, or 'a little tipsy' like she called it, and he couldn't tell when she was excited or scared, teasing or annoyed.

She nodded. "I'd feel more okay if you touched me, you make me feel so good". He smiled; it was downright adorable the way she talked sometimes when she was in a mood, trying to imitate a whore without having actually met one. He was glad she felt safe enough around him to talk like that.

But even a parody of seduction drove him crazy when it came from her, and he guided her to the bed. She lay down, tangling her fingers through his hair, as he kissed her, biting and sucking on her lips the way that made her whimper and press her hips up against him. When he had his fill, he kissed his way down her neck, down between her breasts. His lips wandered to her left breast, planting gentle kisses in a slow circle until she whimpered.

"You ready?"

"Yes, please," she purred. She arched into him as he latched onto her nipple. He flicked his tongue back and forth over her hardened nub the way she liked, the way that made her squirm and cry out a little.

Her hand slid down until it was pressed against her crotch. After a few moments of gentle rocking, his tongue flicking away, she tightened her grip on his hair. He knew the signs by then, the tightening fingers, the shallower breaths, but he still waited for her to say it the way he taught her.

"Jud? Jud, I'm gonna come." Too overwhelmed to try and talk like a whore, or to be sultry, Laurey's voice was suddenly high-pitched and desperate.

He released her nipple and crashed his lips onto hers. Her body shuddered against his once—twice—three times, before she settled back down onto the pillow.

She kept her hand on his shoulder, as she caught her breath, drunk on pleasure.

She was so lovely like that—hair all mussed up, pupils blown wide, plump breasts wet with his saliva and heaving with the exhaustion of the orgasm he gave her.

He repositioned herself so that he was lying alongside her, and started kissing her thoroughly.

"That was so good. Am I a bad girl for likin' that so much?" She asked, when his lips migrated to her neck.

He knew the answer to that question by then. "Yeah, you're nothin' but a dirty little whore."

She groaned a little as he moved back to kissing her lips. They wrapped their arms around each other until he was on top of her and she wrapped her legs around him, pushing her hips up against his. "I like bein' your dirty little whore. Just somethin' pretty for you to play with," she giggled.

It was an invitation, he knew it. There was nothing else it could be, with her legs around his and her voice all husky. She had to want it as much as he did. He couldn't help what he did next. His mind clouded by lust, he dug his hands into her hips and pushed his hard cock against her warm, wet, inviting cunt.

Just as he could feel himself easing inside her, she squealed and twisted away from him, disentangling her legs and snapping them shut.

Damnit.

He hadn't realized he'd spoken aloud until she teared up. The dirty little whore had vanished and was replaced by his crying wife.

"I'm sorry. We can try again. I-I just wasn't ready right then. Maybe—"

"No, it's fine." Judging by how tightly her legs were shut, it would be a pointless ordeal, no matter all the things she'd said to him before.

"I'm sorry" she repeated. "I know it ain't fair to you, I just can't…but I'm sure I'll get better. I try, I really do, and I like all the other ways you touch me, and—"

"It's fine, Laurey," he repeated. He tried to keep his voice soft, but he knew his frustration was obvious.

"D'you wanna…you know…on my chest? You didn't get a chance to finish."

"No, ain't in the mood anymore."

She put on her shift and hugged her knees to her chest. "Umm, you know, I was thinkin', um" she kept her eyes firmly on the bed, away from him. "If you wanna, you can go to Claremore and…meet up with girls there. If you want. Y-you deserve to be with a girl who can do that and ain't…ain't broken like me."

"No." The answer was immediate, only because he'd considered it himself and dismissed the idea. "I married you 'cause I love you, and I couldn't feel right seein' anyone else. Just make me miss you."

"Are you sure?" She'd started crying, and he put her shirt back on before scooping her up into his arms.

"'Course. Ain't right for a married man to see ladies like that. 'Specially not with a wife as pretty as you at home. You know you're my pretty girl, don't you? Know I love you more'n anythin' in the world?"

She sniffled and pressed further into him. "I wanna like bein' with you. It's just…'cause of what happened. I can't…it's like I can't let myself…"

"I know." He pressed his lips to her temple, frustrated with her, with himself, with El Gallo, of course. If he hadn't touched her like that, hadn't scared her so much, then she wouldn't be so shy, might actually act like a whore, not just talk like one. If it weren't for El Gallo, she'd let him take what he deserved as a husband.

She sighed again, and nuzzled into his chest, the sweet, familiar gesture softening his anger. It wasn't right for him to be annoyed like that. She did plenty of things a wife ought to do, and when it came to every other kind of lovemaking, she was always more than willing and eager. And as for El Gallo, well, without El Gallo, she wouldn't be in his arms at all, and that was worth any frustration.

"It's okay. We'll just take our time," he soothed her.

"Promise that-that it's okay?"

"'Course, you're my girl no matter what. C'mon, you wanna cuddle?"

She nodded, and they settled into bed.

"I try to be good" she whispered into her pillow. "Try real hard for you."

"Don't have to try, Laurey," he held her closer and kissed the back of her neck. "Just wish you knew how much I loved you. Then you wouldn't worry like that."

"You're sweet."

"It's true." He smiled at the fact that he knew something she didn't. "Love you more'n you know."