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“I know a thing or two about shootin’ a gun.” Arthur chuckled, noticing the large rifle that Charlotte held was pointed up to her face, he quickly reached forward and pushed it to the side. Charlotte caught on to the safety hazard and nudged it down so it pointed down at the ground.
“Look… Ya’ gotta’ hold steady,” He placed a hand on her shoulder and ushered her closer, so her back was facing him as she held up the rifle. He put his hands on her shoulders gently.
“and firm.” She seemed to tense slightly under his grasp but lifted the gun and tucked it into her shoulder. Arthur couldn’t deny the tension between them since he first taught her how to hunt a few days back. The subtle glances and coy jokes between them made him surprisingly giddy. He pushed the thought aside, though, reminding himself that she was still mourning her husband and that he shouldn’t interfere. She said no funny business, and she would get none from him.
“You just focus…” He looked at Charlotte as he pointed forward.
“Breathe slowly.”
Charlotte brought the gun up further, getting ready to aim.
“And always pull the trigger on empty lungs,” Arthur spoke softly, noticing Charlotte’s face turn towards him lightly, her eyes landing on his for a brief moment before turning back to look at her target. His heart jumped and he took his hand off her shoulder.
“Here, I’ll show ya.”
Arthur backed up and walked to the opposite side of her, taking his revolver out swiftly and aiming. With little effort, he pulled the trigger and hit one of the small glass bottles on the crate, shattering it.
“You make it look so easy.” Charlotte laughed softly, readying her gun, clearly eager to try again. Arthur could hear her mumbling to herself as she aimed, but he couldn’t make out what she was saying. He studied her focused expression and admired the way her lips pursed, her eyes squinting as she tried to stay steady. Her small and nimble hand pulled the trigger sharply, the gun kicking back with all its might. Arthur was almost sure she would be knocked back from it, but she stayed firm. Unfortunately, she missed her target, the bullet hitting the crate just below it.
“I haven’t hit one that close all day!” Charlotte cheered.
“Not bad. My turn.” Arthur chuckled, holding his revolver up once again and taking a shot, hitting a larger bottle. He decided to take a second and third shot, two more glasses exploding as they got hit. He was interrupted as Charlotte pointed to the garden, gasping.
“That wretched rat is back. Over there, you see?”
Without thinking, Arthur squinted as he aimed his gun at the small rodent, exhaling as he pulled the trigger, shooting the rat clean through its pudgy body. It squealed and flew back from the impact.
“Show off.” Charlotte chuckled, bringing her rifle back up to her shoulder and taking aim. Arthur took this opportunity to admire her figure again, noticing the way her chest rose and fell with each steady breath she took. She was truly beautiful, although he would never have the bravery to tell her that. Arthur was startled out of his daydreaming by the sound of her shooting the rifle, this time followed by a shattering noise. He looked over and sure enough, another glass bottle had been hit.
“Yes! I hit it! Didn’t I?” She laughed out loud, the pride in her voice warming Arthur’s heart. He was happy for her, especially considering the state she was in just a few days ago. Her husband would be proud. Now, she could truly hunt on her own with some more practice.
“Thank you, Arthur. Really.” Charlotte approached Arthur and laid her hand gently on his bicep as she smiled up at him. He looked down to hide his flustered expression, the brim of his hat shielding him from her overtly kind gaze.
“I still have some rabbit left that I salted up… Would you join me for a meal? It’s the least I could do.”
Arthur nodded and Charlotte led him into her cozy cabin, the smell of stew filling his nostrils as he entered. He fought back a shiver as the warmth of the house enveloped him. He pulled one of the small wooden chairs out from the table and took a seat as Charlotte prepared the stew. His mouth watered at the smell of it, he could already tell it would be better than anything Pearson could have made at camp. Charlotte quickly lifted the stew pot, brought it over to the table, and returned to the cupboards to grab two bowls. She spooned a good amount of stew into the first one, placing it in front of Arthur.
“Bon appétit." She smiled, handing him a spoon as well.
Arthur paused. “What?”
“It means ‘please enjoy’.” She chuckled.
He grabbed the spoon and his fingers brushed hers, the sudden contact forcing him to quickly withdraw his hand. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable, but he noticed her face turn red slightly.
After pouring some stew for herself, Charlotte sat down on the other side of the table, facing Arthur. He smiled shyly before dunking his spoon into the hot stew, finding a large chunk of rabbit meat along with a chunk of carrot. He shoved the spoon into his mouth, the richness of the meat hitting him like a brick, his immense hunger now becoming apparent to him after days out in the woods.
Charlotte cleared her throat. “Thank you again. For everything. You’re a good man.”
“Oh… You don’t really know me.” Arthur replied, looking down to hide his guilty expression. He'd like to believe people when they told him he was good, but it was hard to. If only Charlotte knew the things he'd done. She wouldn't have been so kind to him, much less let him into her home... Arthur shoved down the shameful ache in his chest.
He took another bite of stew before feeling something brush against his shin. He froze for a moment, assuming Charlotte accidentally bumped him with her foot and carried on.
“I know enough,” Charlotte said.
Her foot brushed up against Arthur’s leg again, this time trailing its way up briefly before stopping. His heart skipped a beat in his chest, not exactly sure what she was doing, or if she was doing it on purpose. Looking up, he found her eyes already on his, a slight smirk plastered on her lips.
“What do you mean?” He chuckled awkwardly, trying to ease the tension as he could feel himself already beginning to get flustered. If she was teasing him, it was definitely not funny. Her boot dragged itself gently down again, rounding his leg and continuing up the inside of his calf. She was doing that on purpose.
“Well… It’s not every day that a big, strong cowboy shows up in my yard.” Her voice was almost a whisper as her foot continued to move up his leg. “I’m surprised you haven’t tried anything yet.”
Arthur nearly choked on his stew. “What?”
“I’m a widow… alone in the woods. Every man’s dream, I would think.” Her foot was now at his knee, her boot making circles in the fabric of his trousers.
“I was just tryin’ to help, I didn't think-” Arthur must have been beet red at this point, his hand gripping his spoon so hard his knuckles were white. Part of him was confused as to why she all of a sudden wanted this... but another part of him was curious. Curious about what she wanted to do... how she felt. How she tasted.
“If you really want to help, Mr. Morgan… How about you help me take my mind off of things?”
Shit. He loved the sound of her voice. The tone of her voice, like she was ordering him to... “Are you sure you... want this? I mean, your husband just-“
Charlotte’s foot continued up to his inner thigh until she couldn’t reach any further. Arthur squirmed in his seat feeling himself getting hard already. He wanted her, he was sure of that, but he didn’t want her to do something she would regret.
“I know what I want,” Charlotte said sternly, rising out of her chair and rounding the table, taking slow steps towards Arthur. His heart pounded in his chest. He knew he wouldn't be able to resist. It had been years since he had really... been with a woman. He stayed dead silent as Charlotte reached him, nudging his knees apart with her own and then stepping in between his legs, looking down at him with hunger in her eyes. It took all of Arthur’s willpower not to grab her and fuck her right on the kitchen table. Her hand reached down and traced along his jawline, his face tilting up towards her instinctively.
He swallowed thickly, trying to keep calm. “Don’t say I didn't warn ya’.”
Charlotte smiled deviously as she took Arthur’s gloved hand in hers, backing away and pulling him to his feet. She turned and started walking to her bedroom, trailing the eager man behind her. His boots and spurs clunked on the hard wooden floor as they entered her room, closing the door behind them.
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Immediately after the door was latched, Arthur grabbed Charlotte’s waist, spinning her towards him. Their lips crashed together hungrily, Charlotte’s sigh of pleasure muffled as Arthur moved his lips against hers. He inhaled through his nose as he pushed her up against the nearest wall, the impact of their bodies seemingly shaking the entire house. She smelt like flowers and the outdoors, along with her natural scent that made Arthur feral with arousal. Charlotte’s hands grasped his shirt tightly, her fingers digging into the soft material as she tried to pull it off of him. One of Arthur’s hands navigated its way down from her waist to her hip, pushing her into the wall roughly as his hips pressed against her. His cock ached as he tried not to buck his hips, and the feeling of her small body trapped between him and the wall made him snarl against her mouth. He couldn’t believe how soft her lips were as she kissed him, her tongue slipping into his mouth impatiently. Her arms wrapped themselves around Arthur’s neck, pulling herself even closer to him, his tongue twirling around hers. Getting impatient, Arthur pulled Charlotte away from the wall and backed her up towards the bed. Despite not wanting to take his mouth off of hers, he gently pushed her into the edge of the bed.
Charlotte yelped as the back of her legs hit the bed, her arms letting go of Arthur and falling back, landing on the soft surface. It was only then that Arthur was able to fully take her in, his eyes running up and down her body as she sprawled out before him. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, her lips plump from kissing him. He felt the tent in his pants grow, the throbbing becoming less and less bearable by the second. He reached down and unbuckled his gun belt, letting it fall to the floor loudly, easing some of the tension being put on his crotch. Charlotte kicked off her boots and he did the same, proceeding to take his hat off and throw it on the bed. Arthur’s knees sank into the mattress as he leaned over her, his hands pushing up her skirt as he went. Her legs parted as he situated himself in between them, a thrill shooting through him as her soft skin was exposed to him more and more. He wanted to see all of her. Every curve and crevice. Every blemish and mark.
She began to unbutton his shirt as he found the hem of her bloomers, hooking his fingers over them and yanking them down, the thin material sliding down her legs. After moving out of the way so she could pull them off completely, he shrugged out of his shirt. Suddenly feeling self-conscious about his body being exposed, he bent back down and kissed Charlotte once more, her hands roaming his chest and collarbone as she moaned softly into him. Arthur reached behind her and unbuttoned the back of her dress quickly, his hands fumbling a bit with the clasp at the top. He pulled away as he pulled the dress down, her dainty collarbone and shoulders becoming visible. He continued to pull it down, and she helped him, pulling her arms out of the sleeves and squirming her way out of the heavy dress, her whole body slowly being uncovered. After kicking the dress off completely, she shuddered as her pale body was exposed to the cool air of the room. Arthur’s breath caught in his throat as he admired her body, seemingly perfect in his eyes. His eyes traced her clavicle down her shoulder, his eyes landing on her breasts, resting against her as she leaned back, nipples hard. A small line led his gaze down her ribcage and her stomach, reaching her navel, down…
Arthur’s only thought was to lean down and attack her neck and chest with bites and licks, sucking lightly on her skin as his calloused fingers explored her body. She threw her head back and tangled her fingers in his hair as he began to trail his way down to her breasts. His hand caressed the side of her breast lightly, his thumb flicking over her nipple as he continued down, peppering her with soft kisses and rough nips, trailing his teeth along her flesh, and working his way down her trembling body. She gasped lightly as he let his hand find her heat, lightly running his thumb over her sensitive bud.
Finally reaching his target, Arthur spread Charlotte’s legs gently, seeing her face get redder, her core exposed to him completely. He kissed her inner thigh and looked up at her, receiving a nod of reassurance. She drew in a breath as Arthur leaned in and traced her cunt softly with his tongue, making sure to subtly make contact with her clit.
“Arthur…” She whined, her hips bucking against him. He could see her slick running down the length of her core, glistening as he admired how beautiful she was. The way she spoke his name only made him harder, and he decided to place his entire mouth on her sweet cunt, sucking gently on her clit. She reached down and grabbed Arthur’s hair, her long and slender fingers tangling themselves in his brown locks, trying to pull him even closer to her. He looked back up at her, watching as she threw her head back and arched her body, her breasts rising with each heavy breath. Charlotte’s thighs tried to squeeze around Arthur’s head, but he held them firmly in place as he ravaged her. Arthur couldn’t help but groan into her core as he ate her out, the taste of her juices overwhelming his senses, the way she yearned for his touch sending him into overdrive. He never thought he was very good at this until now. He hungrily pushed his tongue inside of her, making her moan out as she ground her hips down on his face, rubbing herself desperately on his nose.
“Wait, Arthur- I don’t want to finish yet…” Her body clenched up and he stopped his movements, smiling slightly at the thought that he already had her close. He pulled away and wiped her slick off of his chin and upper lip with the back of his hand, moving back up to her face to kiss her passionately.
Suddenly, his actions were interrupted as Charlotte pushed him, hooking her leg around his and flipping him over to he was on his back. She quickly swung her leg over him and sat on his lap, the feeling of her wet cunt on his pants sending him into overdrive.
“You’re full of surprises, aren’t ya’.” Arthur teased, sitting up so he could touch her, his rough hands holding her waist firmly as she sat upon him.
She giggled as she finally undid his belt, proceeding to unzip his pants. "Just because I can't shoot a gun doesn't mean I'm incapable of other things..." She teased.
Arthur drew in a sharp breath as she reached into his pants and grabbed his length, pulling it out. He was so hard that it almost sprang up and hit lower stomach as she did so, earning a gasp from her at his size. Arthur never thought he was that well endowed until he realized every woman he had been with was utterly shocked at the sight of it.
“I was right about you, cowboy,” Charlotte whispered, her small hand beginning to stroke him gently. His breath shook as he exhaled, trying his hardest to keep still despite the warm feeling of her palm running up and down his cock.
“Right about what, exactly?” He joked, knowing exactly what she was talking about.
“Nothing...” She hummed sarcastically, running her thumb over the sensitive tip, causing precum to leak from him as he clenched his jaw. God, she was good. Her fingertips lightly dragged up the base of his cock, making him shiver in response as he grasped at the flesh of her hips impatiently, a dark side of him hoping there would be bruises on her porcelain skin from his grip. She let go of his shaft, earning a frustrated grunt from him at the loss of contact. Charlotte sat up, lifting herself on her knees so she could hover over him.
She placed her hands on Arthur’s shoulders and began to sink down, the feeling of her hot and dripping cunt making him groan under his breath. He held onto her hips as she took him in more, her tightness enveloping Arthur. He would never get over that feeling.
Charlotte eventually took him in completely, sitting directly on Arthur’s lap as his cock was fully sheathed inside of her. He clenched his teeth at the feeling of her walls squeezing around him, her belly clenching every so often. She began to move her hips, allowing Arthur’s cock to slip in and out of her at a slow pace, the friction driving him insane. His hand ran up her perfectly curved waist, squeezing her breast lightly, almost as a distraction so he wouldn’t end up coming right then and there.
She whimpered and started to move faster, the sound of her slick becoming louder as she rode him. Her stomach pressed against his torso, her arms wrapping around his neck to steady herself as she breathed into his open mouth. Arthur wanted to kiss her, but neither of them could focus, too intent on coming together, moving as one.
He could tell she was already close, her moans becoming more frantic and high-pitched, although she buried her head into Arthur's shoulder to muffle them. Her tight core squeezed around him every time she pushed him in deeper, and, getting frustrated, Arthur decided to reach up and run his hands through her soft black hair, yanking her head back roughly. Her arms loosened their grip on his neck as she moaned loudly. Arthur thanked god that they were in the middle of nowhere.
Arthur leaned in and attacked her neck and chest, planting rough and wet kisses all over her and biting lightly, earning a loud groan from her as she swiveled her hips. Arthur moved his hips as much as he could, meeting her thrusts and pushing his cock deep inside her. She bit her lip as she tried to hold in her whimpers once again.
“Don’t hold back, I wanna hear ya’,” Arthur grunted, his eyes meeting hers as she hesitated for a moment. Arthur pulled her hair back, even more, forcing a gasp from her as her mouth finally opened completely and she cried out in pleasure. Arthur smiled and tried to thrust into her harder, his fingers digging into her hip. He could feel himself reaching his breaking point, but he forced himself to hold it in.
But Charlotte cried out, “I’m- I’m gonna-”
“Come on, let it out for me…” Arthur whispered against her neck, making her wail and clench around him, toppling over the edge. Her hips slowed down as her body trembled, and Arthur could feel her core clenching like a vice around him as she ground herself down mercilessly on his cock. Her whimpers sounded like heaven to him, and he could feel himself getting closer and closer. Arthur watched Charlotte’s reddened chest heave and her face contort in pure bliss as she rode out her orgasm, and he let go of her hair so she could look back down at him.
“Are you close?” She asked, her voice hoarse from all the moaning. She hadn’t stopped moving, but Arthur could feel her start to slow down.
“Yeah.” Arthur groaned, holding her hips with both his hands, almost afraid she would stop. Instead, she moved her hips even faster, the feeling of her wetness dripping down his length making him bury his head into her shoulder.
“I don’t want to... do it inside,” Arthur said between breaths, trying his hardest not to lose himself in her. The last thing he needed was... well, an accident.
“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.” She chuckled breathlessly, moving her hips faster and faster. “Just tell me when you’re about to, okay?”
Arthur nodded, finally letting himself work back up to the edge, his hips bucking up into her relentlessly as his cock continued to hit the deepest parts inside of her. He held his breath as he was brought to his climax, his grasp on Charlotte’s hips tightening. He was sure he would leave bruises.
“Christ, I'm about to-” He choked out, and Charlotte immediately lifted herself off of Arthur but quickly replaced herself with her hand as she stroked him quickly, her hand rotating as she jerked him off. Arthur moaned and pressed his forehead into Charlotte’s shoulder as he came, his hips bucking up feverishly into her hand as he released his hot seed onto his stomach and hers. His cock twitched as she worked her magic on him, clenching the sheets beside him in one hand, knuckles turning white. The way Charlotte hummed as she got him off drove Arthur mad, she was the most experienced woman he had ever met. He groaned as his orgasm came to an end, his heart rate slowly going back to normal as they sat there for a moment, her hand slowing as she made sure he was spent.
Charlotte let go of his now softening shaft and got off of him, her legs slightly shaky as she knelt beside him. Arthur couldn’t help but stare as she got off the bed, her body gleaming with sweat. He took a deep breath, watching the sway of her hips and her beautiful ass as she walked over to the dresser. She opened a drawer and pulled out a small cloth.
Arthur flopped down to the bed, sprawling out as he caught his breath. He kept his eyes on her as he lay there, watching her gaze down at him.
“The stew is probably cold now.” She joked, gently wiping Arthur’s come from her stomach. She tossed the cloth to him and it landed on his stomach.
He chuckled, grabbing the cloth and wiping himself off.
He finally sat up and placed the cloth neatly on the bed beside him, tucking himself back into his pants and doing up his belt as he threw his legs over the edge of the bed. The energy felt slightly awkward as they sat in silence. Charlotte grabbed an old housecoat that was hung on the bedpost and wrapped it around her naked body.
“It's gettin' dark, I should probably get goin’,” Arthur concluded, as much as he didn't want to admit it, standing up and looking around for the rest of his clothes.
Charlotte looked up at him. “You could stay… If you want." She pressed her lips together firmly before looking away. "It gets awfully cold here at night, especially when I’m the only one in bed.” She laughed softly, concealing the sadness in her voice.
Arthur awkwardly ran a hand through his hair. “I wouldn’t wanna intrude-”
“You're not” Charlotte interrupted him, her voice cracking slightly as if she was pleading him. Was she about to cry?
Charlotte sniffled. Arthur's heart shattered at the sound of her quiet sobs. He walked up to her and put a hand on her arm, his awkward way of trying to comfort her.
She shook her head, wiping her eyes quickly. "Sorry. I- You don't have to-"
But Arthur reached up, cupping her cheek with his palm. “I’ll stay.” He whispered.
~ the end ~