He groaned. “I would do exactly what you’re doing now, only not quite as good.”
“I see,” she said, still grinning. “That’s very naughty, you know.”
He grabbed her then and pushed her onto her back, which made her squeal with delight. Straddling her, he said, “You haven’t seen naughty yet, darlin’.” He bent and kissed around the shell of her ear and down her neck.
He stopped suddenly. “I’d planned for us to be married before we made love.”
She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. “We can get married tomorrow, Jesse. Let’s make love tonight.”
He smiled. “Good idea. That settles it.” Jesse moved his hand to the needy spot between her legs and circled her hard little bundle of nerves with his thumb while his fingers thrust into her core.
“That feels so good,” she moaned, arching her back.
Jesse kissed along her neck, which was damp with perspiration. “Someday I will play you as well as I play the piano,” he breathed against her neck. “I will master you. My touch will bring music from your lips.”
She whimpered when he gently squeezed her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“Just like that,” he said, and she whimpered again.
He removed his hand from her pussy and moved his cock to her core’s entrance, pressing into her a little at a time. She watched his face until the pain made her squeeze her eyes shut.
It was obvious he was watching her carefully when he said, “I’ll stay right here until you say you’re all right for me to go deeper, honey. We’ll go really slow.” He ran his hand along her forehead and his fingers through her hair.
She opened her eyes and smiled at him. “You can keep going.”
He smiled back and moved in further, breaking through her barrier. She bit her lip and closed her eyes as he buried himself deep inside of her. She waited for the pain to subside and then opened her eyes again. He was still observing her.
“What happens now?” she asked.
“When you’re ready, I’ll move inside of you. Your tight channel will feel similar to your hand when you squeezed my cock and rubbed it up and down.”
“Oh,” she said, understanding. “Please do it, I’m ready.”
He began thrusting into her pussy, slowly at first, then faster and harder. She remained still, paying mind to every feeling of pleasure his movements brought her. She felt something strong building inside of her, its strength nearly matching the strong emotion she felt from being possessed by her man in such a way. It became overwhelming when his thumb found her clit and rubbed as he thrust deep inside of her. She came and yelled out his name as she did. His release came moments later.
After he spilled his warm seed inside of her, he rested for a moment on top of her, propping up most of his weight on his arms on either side of hers. Breathing hard, he rolled off onto his back, grabbing her into his arms as he did.
Lily cuddled up close to him and listened to his heartbeat gradually slow down. “Jesse?” she said tentatively, still breathing hard herself.
“Yes, love?”
“You reached the height of pleasure, didn’t you? Like how I did when you spanked me that one time and then again today.”
“Yes, I did. Thank you, Lily. It felt mighty nice.”
“It felt nice for me too.”
He gave her a squeeze in response.
“Jesse?”
“Hmm?”
“Was today my last day singing in the saloon?”
Jesse reached down and pulled the quilt on the bed over them. He kissed her forehead and said, “No, darlin’, you can keep singing if you want. How about once a week on Saturday? It can be the big event every week.”
She smiled, happy to have received his permission. She also felt surprised. “You’ve been thinking about this.”
“Yeah, well, you don’t give up very easily on what you want. Is performing once a week often enough for you?”
“It’s perfect,” she said, sighing. “Thank you, Jesse.” She ran her hand along his arm. “You know, you should be glad I don’t give up on what I want. I’ve been wanting you since I was fifteen years old.” When he chuckled, she added saucily, “I always get what I want.”
“Is that right? Do you want a smacked bottom?”
“Yes,” she said slowly, not entirely sure which answer would work better in her favor.
He laughed and popped her on her bottom once. “Looks like you were right.”
She giggled and then switched the subject back to singing. “Should I perform as myself, or should I keep performing as the Red Rose?”
He stroked her hair. “Hmm. I think you should perform as yourself. You won’t always want to wear a disguise, will you?”
“No, probably not.”
“I’ve got it,” he said, snapping his fingers. “How about instead of the Red Rose, you perform as the Red Lily?”
She shook her head. “There’s no such thing as a red lily,” she argued. “They’re white.”
“That’s not true, I’ve seen a red lily before. They’re just rarer than the white ones.”
“I don’t believe you,” she asserted.
He raised an eyebrow slowly. “No? Want me to prove it?”