City Girl Turns Country [Traveler/Vampire07]

Her words and her touch sent thrills through his body. He felt her fingers move over his stomach and shirt, then pause at his gun before moving on. He slid his hands up, over her waist. One hand snaked around her back and the other cupped her breast through her damp shirt. He was a little bit rough with her, but there was a layer of control and possessiveness that told her that she wasn't going to be hurt. Not unless she wanted to be.

John hadn't shaved that morning, so his jawline showed a thin layer of stubble that accentuated the masculine lines of his face. He smiled at her when she asked him where he wanted to ravish her. "Let's give this barn a good memory," he suggested, his thumb flicking over the hard plateau of her nipple.

He chuckled softly and then bent to kiss her neck, nibbling and pulling with his teeth as he kneaded her breast and ground against her thighs. He subtly removed his holster with his other hand and set the unit on the edge of several stacked bales of hay. Then he began to move his hands down to her waistband, the pants definitely a barrier between where he was and where he wanted to be.

"Lillian... our safe word - "Ladybug". If you start to get uncomfortable, or I hurt you or do something that makes you nervous in a bad way... just say 'Ladybug' and I'll stop. No explanations necessary." He ran his fingers inside her waist band and then jerked her closer to him. "Understand?"

When he pulled her closer she felt like he was overpowering her with him looming above her. Perhaps she bitten off more than she can chew? Either way she wanted him and it was clear he wanted her. Still sitting on the wooden saddle while he grasped her breast to only tease her nipple through the dark fabric. Her eyes ran to his little bit of stubble which she found attractive. For years she had the metro-sexual men who didn't get their hands dirty and seemed soft. But John, he was something else.

Hearing the safe word did confuse her after a moment of silence she nodded as she did understand. "Understood." Giving him a weak smile as she felt him jerking her hips by her jeans. That jerk though had snapped some of the stitching in the worn jeans making her bit shocked about his determination. Though that jerk had shifted her hips from the wooden saddle to the point she reached up grabbing the bars of the stall behind her. Her heart was humming after she repositioned herself on the saddle and she reached down to unbuckle his belt. Once the belt was undone she pulled his jeans open. Silently she pushed them down with his boxers and she caught a scent of his manly musk. Moaning by the scent alone made her wet and ached for him.

Her voice was weak but full of passion, and the feel of her hands working his belt made him instantly hard. He liked that she wasn't put off by the fact that they were both dirty. Filthy, really. Filthy, dirty, sexy... He worked open her buttons and unzipped her pants, then worked them over her hips as she exposed him to the cool air. His full, hard shaft sprung out of his clothes and smacked her hand as she pulled his pants down.

John pushed her jeans down past her knees so that she was sitting, bareback, on the saddle facing him. If she needed to she could reach down and steady herself on the saddle, but since it was an English style there wasn't a lot to hold onto. The leash was on her right, but otherwise it was just bare skin on tanned leather.

He ran one hand over her ass and then up her back as he bent forward and kissed her. His other hand moved to cup the crease where her thighs hit her hips. Then slowly, meaningfully, he slid his thumb down to slide along her wet, warm valley between the delectable lips of her vulva. "Mmm... you are a wild one, aren't you?" He smiled at her as he drew the length of his stiff member along the trail his finger had just taken. "But if you really want to ride this cowboy you're going to have to say the magic word, Rancher Lady."