Strictly Taboo(128)

“Oh, Buck! What am I going to do?” She cried, her tears soaking through his shirt. His hand smoothed her hair as he held her to him.

“Shhh,” he said. “We will figure that out, I promise.” Clara shook her head, sniffling.

“There is nothing to figure out!” She sobbed. “I have been humiliated in front of the whole town and now I have no where to go and I'll have to take that disgusting train back to Virginia!” Buck couldn't help chuckle at her single breath sentence. “It's not funny!” She shouted, hitting him lightly in the chest with her balled up fist.

“No, no, I know it's not funny.” He said, pressing his lips to the top of her head. “You just…you're so fragile for such a bold young thing.” He said. “Come, let's get you calmed down.” He said, taking her hands in his and helping her to the edge of the bed. Just as she was about to sit down, she leaned forward ever so quickly. The movement took Buck by surprise, but what Clara did next, he found even more surprising. She pressed her warm tear-stained lips to his.

Buck knew that he should pull away. It wasn't proper to do things this way with a woman of Clara’s stature, but he couldn't stop it. Before he knew what he was doing, he was kissing her too. Their lips parting ever so slightly as their tongues touched.

Clara could feel the heat between their bodies as she pulled back from the kiss. Her eyes flitted coyly up to Buck’s and then her fingers began to work the buttons of his shirt. Buck placed his hands on hers.

“No, Clara…we can't. It isn't right. It isn't what you want right now.” He said. She pulled her hands from his and continued to unbutton his shirt until she was staring at his bare chest. As she stood staring at his lean tanned body, Clara’s hands moved to the bodice of her dress. Her fingers moved quickly, untying, tugging at the laces until her dress fell loose. Buck reached up and carefully, he slipped her dress down over her shoulders.

Clara could barely catch her breath when she felt his hands touch her bare skin. As her dress slid down over her curves and pooled on the floor, she brought his hand up to her naked breast. Buck’s breath caught in his throat as he cupped her in his hand. Clara watched every line on his face smooth as he pinched her pink budding nipple ever so gently.

“Ah!” She gasped.

“Are you okay?” He whispered. She nodded. “Would...” Buck hesitated. “You like to see?” He asked her, his eyes looking down to his pants. Clara nodded slowly.

Buck pulled his hand from her breast and unbuttoned his trousers. Clara watched as he slid them down and stepped out of them. There he stood in nothing but his underwear, but Clara wanted more. She nodded hesitantly towards his underwear and Buck smiled.

“Shall we both?” He asked, trying his best to make her more comfortable with what he assumed would be her first time. Clara nodded. Tucking her fingertips in to the waistband of her underwear, she slowly slid them down, keeping her eyes focused on Buck. As she slid her own underwear down over her hips, she watched as Buck’s member burst free from his. She had never seen anything quite so magnificent in her life.





Chapter 8

Buck stepped forward, pushing Clara back against the edge of the bed. She sat down and then leaned back, exposing every inch of her perfectly virginal body to him. Buck smiled down at her and then very carefully, he climbed up on to the bed. With one knee between Clara’s legs and one beside them, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers once again.

Clara had never felt anything so incredible. The butterflies in her stomach were almost sickening and yet the excitement was thrilling. Wrapping her hands around Buck’s neck, Clara pulled him in to a deeper kiss. As she did, Buck nudged her thighs with his other leg and leaned his warm body on top of Clara’s. Clara took another deep breath as she felt the shock of his hard member pushing against her stomach.

“Oh!” She gasped in surprise. Buck smiled as he put his forearms on either side of her head and leaned down, pressing his mouth to her ear.

“Are you sure, Clara?” He asked. “We don’t have to do this…”

“I'm sure.” She said. “I have never been so sure of anything.” She brought her arms up, wrapping them around him, her fingers brushing at his hair.

“Just relax…” Buck whispered. With that, he inched down until the tip of his cock was poised against her opening. He lifted his head and watched her face. Clara nodded.

“Please…” She said, breathlessly. Buck pushed forward. Clara could feel him forcing inside her tight wetness. “Ahh!” She gasped. Buck pulled back shaking his head.