The ‘Hole-in-the-Wall’ is closed for the night, the saloon is quiet, residents long ago retreated to their own rooms upstairs. I should be sleeping too but instead I’m sitting in the dim back corner gazing into the candle light mesmerized by the flickering flame, thinking of the bartender who tried to bribe me with free drinks in the last two weeks yet I refused it every time. Shallow footsteps wake me from my thoughts, dragging my stare away from the dancing flame to look to the source. My eyes settle on Cudgel, his open shirt floats around him, allowing me to peek at his muscles as he slightly sways in his walk; a few more steps and reaches my corner. “Name it – what you will accept from me,” he says, pushing the candle out of the way, leaning on the table’s edge looking at me with slight frustration in his eyes.

I can feel the heat and his scent radiating from his body, I boldly stare at his well-built torso, unconsciously my fingers flick. I must touch his skin, gosh, I want him ever since I rented a room here. How does he not see what I need from him? “Do you really have to ask?” I tease him, biting my lower lips as I glance back at him. Cudgel’s lips form into a confident smile, his eyes already burning in the lust of fire. He pulls me up from my chair, draws our body close as his arms coil around my waist. Finally I can touch his bare chest and feel his warm skin under my hands. Cudgel never stops kissing me, nibbling my lips in a line at first then turns it into a long passionate kissing. Every passing second is heating up and makes me weaker on my knees. It makes me grab onto his shirt for support. I could not help it, I melt in his arms, whisper between kisses, “Take me Cudgel.” He discreetly peers around just to make sure, but we are alone. He lays me on the table, I wiggle and help him pull my pants and panties off. Then he opens his front, letting his pants fall to his feet. My heart is beating in my throat, his toned body is leaning over me; in a near second I will be his and Cudgel will be mine. All my dreams about him, about us, are beautifully transforming into reality. I thought he would be a bit rough but no – he kisses me one more time, seems he does not want to part from my lips, then slowly slips deep inside me. He takes me slow, passionately grinding his hips into mine until we can not hold back to stretch our lovemaking longer, letting the pleasure burn through as we moan into our kisses in pure delight.

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