every part of him, kiss and feel the man holding her.
“August.” She kissed him then, claiming his lips for herself and arched up against him as he settled her back against the mattress. “August,” she breathed again and fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. In her opinion, there were entirely too many clothes between her hands and August’s body, and the sooner she fixed that the better.
A button went flying, skittering across the floor as it popped free in her haste. August caught her wrist and pinned it to the bed.
“My sweet Seylah.” He was above her now, a leg on either side of her as he worked on removing her blouse, albeit with far more finesse than she had displayed. When the last button was undone and her skin exposed to the cool air of the room, August went still, his hands hovering an inch above her skin. Anticipation mixed with chill and Seylah shivered. She raised her hands laying them atop August’s where his still poised above her.
“Touch me,” she murmured. “August, please.”
“Oh, honey,” August sighed, his hands dropping down to her skin. Seylah arched into his touch, the drag of his palms on her skin sent her heart to skipping. She closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath. She had to get a hold of herself, she was a frontierswoman, she could not swoon from the first touch of his hands.
“Seylah, I love you,” he told her, leaning over to pepper kisses across her collarbones and across the tops of her breasts. All the while he continued to touch her, fingers ghosting over her skin, slipping her blouse from her shoulders, helping her with her undergarments.
“I’ve always loved you,” Seylah whispered, her hands just as busy as August’s. She pulled his belt free and had his denims open in short order. “I’ve waited far too long to touch you,” she confessed.
August kissed her then. “Whatever happens tomorrow this is not the end,” he said, echoing her earlier words.
Seylah gave a quick shake of her head. “No, it’s not.” And then she reached for him determined not to speak a word more without touching and kissing her fill of the man she loved. August seemed to be of the same mind, his lips exploring her slowly. Seylah raised her hands to rake through his hair, the blond strands gleaming in the firelight. His lips brushed across her nipple and she gasped in pleasure, the touch of his tongue on the sensitive flesh had her crying out. August turned his attention to her other breast while he cradled her close, his palm teasing her nipple as he continued to lave attention on her breasts. Seylah whimpered when August moved farther down her body until he settled between her legs.
“These are to come off at once,” he said, already yanking at the soaked denim molded to her thighs.
She laughed and raised her hips, helping him pull her pants off. “Only if you return the favor.”
“Oh, woman, if I had three hands I would already have them off.” He tossed her pants to the side and then slipped from the bed to yank his own off. He turned towards the bed and Seylah sat up, the sight of him striking her as both beautiful and raw.
“Wait,” she said, holding a hand out to him.
“What?” he asked raising an eyebrow.
“You’re beautiful,” she breathed and rose up to her knees to look at him. Her eyes moving slowly over August’s body.
The flickering light from the fireplace softened the hard planes and edges of August’s body. He was a big man, a powerfully built man whose body was honed to protect, to defend those weaker than him. That had for a time been her, but Seylah now was different, stronger than she had been---they were equals now and the sight of him set her alight with a fire she had never known. She was sure it would consume her whole if August did not touch her but that would have to wait, because for now she was content to look her fill.
The man was far from unblemished, scars and the marks of hard work that went hand-in-hand with life on the frontier, but to Seylah he was perfect. Her eyes moves lower and she bit her lip at seeing his thick cock heavy and proud against his thigh.
Save for August, no man had ever caught her eye, nor had they touched her like he had, like he would. Another soul had