Jimmy was fully aroused to the point where walking was a discomfort to him by the time he reached the porch. He fully expected her to open the door and lead him inside. But then she stopped and turned to look at him. Her eyes were full of desire for him and he could tell their conversation piqued her interest as it had his but she forced a very polite and almost bored expression to the rest of her features.

"I had a delightful time, Mr. Hickok," she said blandly. "We simply must do this again sometime, don't you think?"

"Katie darlin'…" he began but then stopped when she raised an eyebrow at him and stuck her nose in the air. "I mean…Miss Lyons, I can think of nothing I would enjoy more than another afternoon spent in your company."

"Nothing?" she asked feigning innocence.

"Well, uh…that is…" he wanted to stop this little game right then. He could do it too. He knew where her key was. It was right in that tiny little purse she carried on her wrist. He could snatch it and then throw her over his shoulder and drag her into the house. But then this little game…it was sort of exciting. He knew she was about to give a great deal of power over to him. As submissive as some sexual positions might seem, none was actually more so than what she had suggested and even volunteered for. He was starting to understand the point of this little game and his flesh burned for hers when he figured out what that brilliant mind of hers was up to.

"Actually, Miss Lyons," he said with more confidence. "What I would really like to do is be permitted to take your hand in mine. I realize that is very forward of me but I'd like it all the same."

She regarded him with a suspicion he knew was false and then demurely lifted her hand toward him. He took it gently and raised it to press softly to his lips.

"You sure do have a dainty hand, Miss Lyons," he told her still allowing it to rest in his own. "You have such beautiful, creamy skin on your cheeks as well. I don't suppose I could ask a woman of your fine breeding to grant me the chance to kiss your cheek, would you?"

His mouth was dry as he asked and he was in something close to hell to have her so ready and obviously willing and yet just not allowing him in. He knew what was coming and no longer merely wanted it. He needed it, needed her. He needed to feel her fiery skin, her soft curves. He needed to see her perfect round breasts. He desperately needed to feel her wet heat tight around him, needed to hear her impassioned cries as she called out his name. She held everything in the world he needed or could ever need and she was not letting him have it just yet. He would have liked to be angry and yet…she was really only making this better for him.

"Why Mr. Hickok, I just don't know," she replied with something close to indignation. "What kind of girl do you take me for?"

He dropped his eyes. Even knowing the chastisement was in jest, he still felt almost bad. She was right after all. She was a lady who should have been courted and the very first day he met her, he had taken her virginity. Jimmy dared to raise his eyes to her mirthful ones.

"I suppose no harm could come of a little peck on the cheek, do you?"

"No ma'am. I swear I won't let no one think ill of you. It's pure charity is what it is."

He could see the façade cracking as she fought laughter. Still she tilted her cheek toward him and he planted a chaste kiss upon it.

Jimmy wasn't sure what to do next. He would love to ask for a kiss upon her sweet lips but that really was too forward. He could not dare such a thing while standing on her porch where just anybody could wander by. He was soon saved by her soft voice.

"I was just about to make some coffee, Mr. Hickok. Would you care to come inside for a cup?"

He nodded not even daring to speak, not trusting any voice would come out.

Kate turned and unlocked her door before entering her house. She could hear his footfalls behind her. She had seen the fire in his eyes, heard him talk of how he could lose control. It frightened her but then it aroused her as well. She could feel the wetness gather between her legs. She needed him and yet she was frightened.

The little game she played on the porch was partly to build his anticipation as much as hers but it was also a reminder for him. She needed him to remember things she was afraid to voice aloud. She needed him to remember that neither had complete control in this relationship they were building and if she was about to hand over so much power, he needed to remember in some part of his being that it was temporary. Maybe she needed to remind herself too. Maybe she needed to remind herself that she could put a stop to this if it got too frightening or if he hurt her.

Kate jumped as the door closed behind them with possibly more force than he meant to use—but just as possibly he meant to close it that hard. Maybe he wanted to remind her of things too, of who was in control now, of what she had agreed to—requested even. Seeing those dogs…she could feel his body against her that way, his hands holding tight to her hips and holding her steady as he…her heart nearly stopped at just the thought.

She gave a small squeak as his hands rested on her shoulders. They were light and gentle at first but then held her more firmly. He never held her tight enough to hurt her but only to successfully take control. He turned her to face him.

"How fast can you get them buttons undone?" he growled.

Her shaking fingers lifted to the front of her dress and she tried, she really did, to get them undone but it was a painfully slow thing.

"Katie, you cannot get me as worked up as you have and then keep me standing here like this for just a glimpse of your neck."

"I-I…" she stammered wanting to apologize and yet not quite daring to speak to his deep rumbling voice or dark, impassioned eyes.

She watched helplessly as his hand lifted to the front of her dress and he tore it open and shoved it almost harshly from her shoulders. Her corset was the next to go and then everything else. She stood before him feeling more exposed than she ever had in her life. Her hands hung at her sides as she watched him, waiting for any cue as to what she should do next.

She watched him toe off his boots, rid himself of his shirt and ultimately his pants. He stood before her in the glory of full arousal and her breath was taken from her.

Jimmy scanned the house quickly weighing his options. He could carry her up the stairs or get her on her hands and knees right there in the foyer but then his eyes caught something. He took her hand and laced his fingers through hers. It was a reassuring gesture, one he felt he needed to offer. And then he led her into the dining room.

Bending his head toward hers, he kissed her deeply and then pulled away staring intently into her eyes.

"I love you, Katie darlin'."

Kate met his gaze. There was a question in his eyes. He was making sure this was what she wanted and she knew it was her one last chance.

"I love you too, Jimmy."

With that he spun her around so that her hips were pressed into the edge of the table and he was pressed to her back. She could feel the hardness of him tight against her. He took her hands in his and pushed them forward until she was bent over the table and before she could form any rational thought, he was buried deep within her. It was sudden. He usually would touch her between her legs before entering her. He hadn't but then her arousal was probably obvious to him.

He stopped for a moment right there, pushed into her as far as he could go. She took in every sensation. Her breasts pressed against the polished wood of the table, what she was certain were his testicles rubbing lightly at that spot she hadn't even known was there until he introduced her to it. That was a different sensation. She liked that a lot. His body bowed and his chest rested against her back.

She felt his lips kiss along her neck as his fingers ran over her. He said nothing but his breath hot on her flesh made every hair on her body stand up. This was the first time she realized that this position not only kept him from seeing her face, it meant she wouldn't know what he was about to do. It frightened her some to think of that but then he felt so good inside her right then. Feeling good won out over fear.

He straightened up and in her mind's eye she could see him as he would be. His perfect backside tensed as he held himself tight inside her, the muscles in his forearms rippling as he braced his hands against her derriere. She imagined she could even see his eyes close with the pleasure that being inside her brought to him. She couldn't help the involuntary tightening of her inner muscles.

She heard a chuckle from behind her. It wasn't his normal light-hearted laugh. This was predatory and it flipped something inside her. Before she could even form the thought to wonder what came next, he withdrew most of the way from her as if he were memorizing the sensations and filing them for later. Her head swam with the realization that he would perhaps touch himself later and think of her, of looking down and seeing himself buried within her and that would drive him to his release. She had no doubt he touched himself as she sometimes did but it hadn't ever occurred to her that he would think of her as he did, that she could be what fueled his sexual thoughts.

He slowly slid back into her and ground his hips, exploring her anew. Then everything happened so fast. He pulled back and rammed back into her hard. Again and again he did it. She could hear the skin of his thighs slapping against her as his manhood hit places in her that it hadn't ever touched before…no one had. Her body rocked back and forth rubbing her breasts against the table. She tried to brace herself with her hands but he was too powerful. It was all she could do to keep her face from grinding against the tabletop.

She barely registered his fingers digging hard into her hips pulling her to him with every thrust into her. From somewhere there was a groan and then a pleasured cry. She realized it was her own voice uttering such things.

"Oh yes!" she cried.

She could hear him too. In any other circumstances she might have been shocked at the rough words that he used. They were words she'd rarely heard before and if a man had happened to have spoken them in front of her there would have always been a sheepish look away and a mumbled apology. Jimmy did not apologize. He growled and snarled loudly about her ass and how much he loved how she moved it while he fucked her. She should be shocked. She should tell him to stop. She could bring him pleasure any number of ways that did not involve such language but his words were fueling every thrust. He was driving deeper and deeper into her. It almost hurt he was so forceful but it drove her wild as well. Her stomach was a coiled ball of pure heat and desire and craving for him. She had just begun to cry out her own bliss as she felt her walls clamp down on him when he thrust deeper into her than she knew possible. His body stiffened and his fingers dug in hard enough she thought he might draw blood. She almost hoped he would. He roared and she felt his release as it landed deep within her.

His body covered hers once again and she was grateful for the table that kept her from sliding to the floor on legs that were threatening to no longer hold her. His arms engulfed her as he planted tender kisses over her shoulders.

"Are you okay, Katie darlin'? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"I honestly don't know…I don't think so. That was…well, how was it for you? Was it good?"

He stood, or tried to. Instead he had to lean heavily on the table.

"Katie…I can't even think…that was…damn woman. Just…damn!"

She giggled lightly and pushed herself to standing. From between her legs came the notice, in the form of a near throbbing soreness, that this had been rougher than their usual lovemaking. But something in his abandon made her want him once again.

"My legs are shaky still," she said nervously. "I think that's a good thing. My God, Jimmy…is it always like that?"

"I wouldn't know…I ain't never felt nothing like that. I think you're just special. Really…did I hurt you? I know I said I could stop if you said but I don't even think I would have heard you. You didn't ask me to, did you?"

"No…I liked it. I might be a little sore…but I liked that a lot."

He laughed along with her still catching his breath until the mirth was drained abruptly from his face.

"What is it, Jimmy?"

"Your hips and your…your backside. I'm sorry, Katie darlin'. I shouldn't've…"

She looked down and couldn't see all what he was looking at but there were marks beginning to show and in a couple places the blood was right at the surface. She laughed out loud.

"I almost wish they were somewhere that people could see them…I will wear them proudly. Now that does make me a deviant, doesn't it? That I enjoyed how rough that got? The words you said?"

"Words?" Jimmy asked as the color drained from his face. It all came back to him. How fevered it made him to watch himself plunging repeatedly into her, how beautiful her body looked in front of him. But what he had said, the words he used, the words were inexcusable. He told her how he loved fucking her. He actually used that word. He talked about her ass. Not her backside but her ass. His words were crass. They weren't words he would even typically use with a whore and surely not with a woman like Kate, a woman he loved. Why he'd usually draw down on a man who would talk like that to a woman—especially to a lady.

"Yes," she said in a sultry tone, "Your words. I should be shocked or offended but I'm not. Even thinking about those words makes me want you again. I don't know why but maybe it's like when I said those dirty things to you and you said you liked that I could be a little dirty. Maybe I like it when you're dirty too. I wouldn't want anyone else to talk to me like that but when it's you…I kind of like it."

Jimmy just stared at her. He honestly did not know what to say to something like that. She trailed her fingers down his arm causing something he thought was completely spent to stir.

"I like it a whole lot," she told him and then tilted her head to one side. "Those words…that's how people talk of it…cock, pussy, ass…fuck? Is that how you think? When you think of me…when you…touch yourself…do you think those words?"

"I ain't educated enough to know other words," he replied. "Don't know how the nicer folks think of things but it's what I know. Lady like you deserves better. I never said those words to a woman."

"Never?" she asked and watched as he shook his head. "But you've been with women before. I know you must have."

"I have but…those are words that men use when they talk…they ain't words for women to hear."

Kate smiled at him.

"Maybe it says something about us—something good—that you can say what you're really thinking. Words are just words, Jimmy. I love learning new languages, remember? That's almost what this is like."

"May-maybe you teach me some of the words you know?" he asked swallowing hard and wondering why his mouth was so dry.

"I thought you'd never ask," she answered licking her lips. Kate sat on the edge of the table and pulled him to her. "You have to come here…closer."

Jimmy wasn't sure what was happening really. But he could feel his own arousal and only part of it was because of the sultry and naked woman before him. The rest was that he could not stop reliving what had just happened. He'd been with women before. He'd actually been with women in that way before—in that position as Katie would put it. He'd lost himself in the pleasure of it before and had been rougher than he'd intended. Granted the women he'd done that with did that sort of thing for a living and had been through worse. He still always apologized and he hadn't lied to Katie either. He'd never uttered such coarse words to a woman before. But to be standing behind her, seeing her body draped across the table, her backside presented to him, her entrance glistening with want for him. He was surprised he held back as much as he had. He could look down and see himself plunging repeatedly into her, feel her attempts at movement to bring him deeper into her, hear her animalistic screams, even the sound of her breasts rubbing back and forth over the tabletop.

Jimmy knew he'd been rough and she might even be sore. He left marks on her hips and it bothered him more that he felt a pride in that. That he felt as if he had marked something that was his. He wasn't supposed to think thoughts like that. It wasn't right. But he did and his erection jumped at the thought. He swallowed hard and stared into Katie's eyes waiting for her to start speaking.

He watched her graceful hands lift and rest on his chest, tracing the muscles there.

So that was...yeah...

Um, next up we have Katie giving Jimmy an anatomy lesson...fair warning that she has learned to google and use my library card...she's checked out a copy of The Joy of Sex and a couple anatomy books and has found the Kama Sutra...not sure if my heart can take it.-J