NOTE: Texas Trio was the first erotic novel I wrote. I'm posting here a few chapters at a time after making some small revisions. There's an actual story to back up all the naughty bits, so it's more fun if you start at the beginning! Thanks for reading! – –Love- Stefanie
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Saturday night it rained, a downpour that seemed to last forever, and Cat went straight to sleep, never dreaming Colt would brave the storm to visit. She was woken by a gust of wind from the balcony and comparative silence falling behind the click of the closing door. She sprang from beneath the covers and ran right into Colt, who was standing near the foot of her bed trying to get his bearings in the velvet darkness of her room.
"For goodness' sake, you're dripping," she laughed softly, trying to smooth the wet hair away from his face. "Let me get a towel."
Colt stopped her with a hand on her arm, turning his head to kiss from her cupped palm onto her bare wrist and up to the inside curve of her elbow. She shivered as he drew her in, willingly wrapping her arms around his neck and tipping her face to meet his kiss.
His big hands hard on the sides of her waist, Colt's storm-drenched clothing soaked her thin gown as his lips stripped reason from her. She might as well have been nude: she could feel every bump and button on the front of his shirt and trousers, the roughness of his work-wear on her delicate skin gratingly delicious. Colt tried to be patient, but his kisses and Jeremiah's had taught her too well; her tongue dipped between his lips before his own lust had a chance to whittle away his restraint. He groaned and bent further, giving her his mouth as his hands crept down to cup the sweet roundness of her bottom.
Instead of cooling the lovers, the rain streaming from Colt's wet hair made their kisses slick and even hotter.
Catherine pressed herself against him, subconsciously shifting to and fro, using her body to caress the growing bulge of his erection. She might not have noticed what she was doing, but Colt certainly knew, and he could think of nothing but tearing away the layers between them. As before, he didn't have to wait. Cat's hands slid from the nape of his neck onto his chest, where they fumbled with his buttons.
Colt kept his mouth on hers but released her bottom to assist. Not bothering with fasteners, he ripped the plackets apart, shedding the wet shirt and vest on the carpet behind him, stepping on the heels of his own boots as Cat's hands roamed his warm, wide back. With his shirt gone and her gown soaked, Catherine delighted in the feel of Colt's sculpted torso against her breasts. She arched to drag her nipples across his skin, earning a shared gasp in response, and a simultaneous thrum of laughter woven through their kiss.
Colt lifted his head to mutter a desperate imprecation, freeing Cat's mouth to sample the feast before her. He growled roughly when she found his nipple, mimicking what Jem had done to her, licking and sucking, rubbing her palm in tiny circles over his other hard nub. Her inexperienced explorations left Colt weak. He reclaimed her mouth in an ineffective attempt to calm himself, but his hands rebelled, roaming southward from Cat's curvaceous hips, strumming her gown into gathers at the backs of her thighs.
Cat tore her mouth away to moan when she felt the first touch of Colt's warm fingers against her bare skin. His fingers were damp and she flushed. Soon he'd discover that her gown was no longer the only source of liquid wetting the tingling surface of her body. Like Colt, she was soaked.
His lips found the pulse at her throat, and her arms tightened around his neck.
Unlike Colt, Catherine didn't feel like she'd lost control, though, because way back at the beginning of their embrace, she'd decided to give in to the strength of her emotions. If she left all other considerations aside, Catherine already knew she wanted to be with Colt. She'd simply chosen to stop dithering about and enjoy being with the man she loved.
There were no decisions left to make, and all of Catherine's conscious mind was swallowed up by the sensation of Colt's long fingers sweeping duplicate trails of heat along the curves of her thighs. Wanting more than anything for him to continue, she raised her arms, asking wordlessly for him to remove her gown.
A momentary spark of reason sizzled in the forefront of his brain, but Colt stomped heedlessly over it, and the fine silk fabric joined the puddle of his clothing on the floor.
Catherine's nudity stripped away what remained of Colt's reservations, and he fell to his knees at her feet, lifting one breast to the warm embrace of his mouth. Her hands stroked his wet hair, pulling him closer. Pinned between his seeking mouth and the mattress on her high canopy bed, she was grateful for both when his hand slid forward from her hip, his fingertips dipping into the dampness at the apex of her thighs.
The contrast between the cool wet fingers and the heat Colt drew from her body made her dizzy. Cat moved her hands to Colt's broad shoulders for support as he reluctantly released her breast, settling back onto his heels to tease her need from flicker into flame.
In the darkness at Cat's feet, Colt felt as though his entire body were vibrating, stormed by an onslaught of subtle sensations which he usually ignored. When Cat shifted slightly, the fabrics of the bedclothes she leaned against slipped over each other with a tiny whispering caress. She supported her weight on her palms, but with every tiny movement, her fingertips dug into the pads of muscle behind his neck. Cat's scent surrounded him, spicy and intoxicating in the night, and closer than the sounds of the storm outside, every airy, rushing breath she drew was a clue to bend his next stroke, his next tug, his next touch so as to better fulfill her desires.
He pressed the swollen folds of her pussy apart and rubbed the ridge of delicate tissue he'd exposed. Wandering, he slicked the moisture of her passion up over the velvety softness. He circled time after time, his fingers dancing to and fro over the aching crest of her clit, before his hand slipped slowly back between her thighs, sending one finger thrusting deeply in the clingy wetness of her channel.
Cat nearly exploded at his first penetration, digging her fingers into Colt's shoulders and lifting one foot to his hard thigh, opening herself for more.
She whimpered when he rose to his knees again, sucking a tender nipple into the warmth of his mouth, but all sound left her when Colt's kisses trailed downward across her belly, headed for the needy, steaming heart of her existence. Her eyes opened wide in the darkness and her mouth formed the small "o" that Jem found so entrancing.
Oh, my goodness, he's not. . . he can't be. . . .
Cat foundered for only an instant before the world exploded into the blinding white light of Colt's tongue touching her most intimate spot, delving between her lips, licking Cat into a frenzy.
His thumbs spread her wide for the ministrations of his mouth, one from above, fingers splayed over her belly, and one from below, where his finger gently caressed from the inside what his lips loved from without. Cat would have crumpled without his support, her mind a useless pile of mush devoted only to absorbing the delicious ecstasy of his mouth on her pussy, his finger thrusting inside. The orgasm exploded from the base of her spine, engulfing her small form almost without warning, sweeping all semblance of sanity aside in a thunderstorm of sensation that seemed to last forever.
Reminding himself of her inexperience, Colt let his touch slow and lighten as Catherine gradually descended from her peak. When her legs collapsed, he guided her to a sitting position atop one of his thighs, reclaiming her lips. He wouldn't have been surprised had the innocent angel fallen asleep right there in his lap.
When she turned her mouth to his, he kissed her sweetly and was surprised by the fervent desire he sensed in her embrace. Instead of sleepiness, he found an angel whose sensuality had been awoken, and who was restlessly awaiting more of whatever he chose to teach.
Cat turned her upper body to rub herself against him, her nipples plucking at his own.
"Colt, please. . . ." she murmured, her words trailing off. She needed more of him, but she didn't know how to ask.
Colt required no more encouragement than that. He surged upward, lifting Cat to deposit her lightly on the summer coverlet. Peeling his pants off, he kissed a line up the inside of her thigh, joining her on the feather mattress.
For a moment, Cat tensed, anticipating the touch of his tongue and knowing the sensual torture of his mouth between her legs was sure to make her scream this time.
