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The Young Riders is the creation of Ed Spielman, and the popery of Ogiens/Kane productions in association with MGM/UA television. For entertainment purposes only, no infringement intended. Not to be copied without permission from the author.
The sun had set, leaving only a golden trace along the ragged edges of
the mountains. Its heat still radiated through the valley and it warmed
Sam and Emma as they sat together on the porch swing outside her home.
Sam had his arm comfortably wrapped around her shoulder, holding her
close. Emma's head rested against his and they quietly took solace in
each other's company while they watched the skies darken and the stars
appear.
Tonight was the night of Sweetwater's spring dance and the boys had all
gone into town with Teaspoon. Sam had planned on escorting Emma, but
that was before he had wrenched his ankle trying to break up a drunken
free-for-all at the Wild Horse Saloon. He could get around all right,
but dancing was out of the question. Still, Sam reckoned his injury
couldn't have come at a better time. His job left him little enough
time to spend with Emma and more often then not; he had to share her
with the express riders. A little pain was a small price to pay for an
evening alone with the woman he loved.
Emma shifted against him, moving her hand to wrap it around the inside
of Sam's leg, just above his knee. She heard his quick intake of breath
and felt him shudder under her touch. Lifting her head back a bit, Emma
smiled innocently up at Sam.
"Is it too cool out here for ya, Sam?" she asked, slowly moving her
hand back and forth.
Sam cleared his throat. "Ah, no. It's just perfect." he answered, his
voice deep and slightly husky. Sam slipped his hand around Emma's
waist, pulling her closer. She snuggled her head into the crook of his
shoulder and started to make tiny circles with her finger on his pants
leg. As she moved her hand slowly up his thigh, Emma felt the rise and
fall of his chest increasing the higher she went. Sam shifted his hips
forward slightly, pressing his leg against her. She traced her finger
along the seam of his pants to the juncture where his thigh met his
hips. A low moan escaped his lips, bringing a smile to Emma's face. She
gave his leg a gentle squeeze.
Sam took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Don't stop." he whispered.
He tilted his head back so that it rested against the back of the swing
and closed his eyes. Emma gazed up at his handsome face. She ran her
hand lightly over his crotch, seeing the muscles in his jaw tense. His
lips parted, a contented sigh escaping. A spark of pleasure coursed
through her body and she wanted, more than anything, to taste his kiss.
Turning towards him, she slid her arm around his waist, tucking her
hand into the waistband of his pants. She kissed the hollow of his
throat, tasting the saltiness of his sweat on her tongue.
Sam lowered his head and brought his mouth towards Emma's. He kissed
her with tiny nibbles, gently sucking on her lower lip. She opened her
mouth to him and he eagerly slipped his tongue past her lips. Sam
brought a hand hand around to hold the back of her head. She giggled as
his thumb lightly tickled her ear. Trailing her hand down his chest,
Emma traced a finger over his belt buckle and down along the fly of his
pants. She cupped him in her hand, caressing him, rubbing gently,
feeling him grow hard beneath her touch. He groaned against her lips,
kissing her harder.
Releasing his lips, Emma brought her hand from behind his back and
worked at loosening his belt. Sam rained tiny, kisses along her neck
while she pulled his belt slowly through their loops, dropping it on
the porch. Slowly, Emma undid the buttons of his pants one at a time.
Sam squirmed under her touch, enduring the sweet agony for as long as
he could. When he could stand it no longer, he brushed her hands away,
fumbling with the last few buttons, straining to release himself from
the constraints of his pants.
Emma sat back and laughed softly, waiting for him to finish. He grinned
at her, raising his hips so he could work his pants down a bit. She
leaned forward, kissing his lips tenderly. Bringing her hand down
again, she ran a finger along the length of him. The heat radiating
from him sent a warm surge through her own body. Emma tickled him
lightly, running him through her hand with long, slow strokes.
Emma pulled her lips away from Sam's, staring into his clear blue eyes.
He smiled and reached out a hand to touch her face lightly. "I love
you." he whispered. Emma returned his smile, knowing in her heart and
seeing it in his eyes, just how much he did. Sam traced his hand down
along her throat to the rise of her breast. Cupping one in his hand, he
ran his thumb over the nipple, feeling it harden beneath the cotton of
her dress. Emma tilted her head back and sighed.
His hand moved down her dress, running over her thigh, until he got
down to the hem. He slid his hand under the lightweight material and
retraced his path up to the waistband of her pantaloons. With his free
hand, he pulled her face to his and captured her lips. Sam's tongue
explored her sensuous mouth while he inserted first one finger, then
two more into her undergarment. Moving his hand back and forth, he
slowly worked the garment over her hips. Reluctantly, Emma pulled back
from his lips and got up from the swing. Smiling sweetly at her love,
she stood in front of him. Sam slipped his other hand under her skirt,
quickly sliding the pantaloons over her hips and down her legs.
Stepping out of the garment, Emma kicked it off to the side. She
grasped his broad shoulders and lifted one knee, placing it next to him
on the swing. Then she brought her other leg up so she was straddling
him. Sam held her by the waist, supporting her while she pulled her
body forward. Emma felt the hardness of his desire touching her and a
shiver of anticipation ran through her body. Sighing his name, she
lowered herself slowly, feeling him slide easily into her. For a moment
Emma sat there, gazing into his eyes, savoring the sensation of him
filling her with his love. Then Sam raised his hips, pushing himself
deeper into her and she started moving with him, the swing squeaking in
a strange musical accompaniment to their lovemaking.
Slipping his hands under her skirt, Sam ran them up her silky, bare
thighs and around her hips to grasp her buttocks. He squeezed gently
each time he raised his hips to meet her. Lowering his head to the
space between her breasts, Sam breathed in the light lilac scent of her
skin, concentrating on the movement between them. Emma lovingly ran her
fingers through his hair, staring down at the top of his head.
Sam raised his head, meeting her dark gaze, drowning in the love he saw
in her eyes. Leaning forward, Emma placed a soft kiss on his forehead
before finding his lips again. Sam closed his eyes, accepting her kiss,
opening himself up to her. He lost all awareness of everything but her
mouth until his entire world had been reduced to just the two of them
and their passion.
Emma whimpered against his lips, her movement against him becoming more
urgent. He released her mouth and looked up at her. Her fingers gripped
his back, digging into his flesh as Sam thrust himself deeper,
increasing his own rhythm. Emma arched her back, her breath coming fast
and shallow. He felt her body begin to shake and her thighs tensed
around his hips. She cried out her pleasure as his next push sent her
over the edge.
As Emma trembled against him, Sam kept moving inside her, feeling his
own desire building to a climax. Burying his face between her breasts,
he gripped her waist, pulling her against him until, with a moan that
came from deep inside him, he released himself into her. Emma wrapped
her arms around him, continuing to rock gently against him as he slowly
relaxed inside her and the sweet ache of their passion faded.
Carefully easing off of him, she sat back on his legs and looked into
his smiling eyes. "You're quite a dancer, Sam Cain."
Laughing, Sam kissed her lightly on the lips. "Next time, I'll lead."
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