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It had been a long day of riding in the hot sun and you wanted nothing more than to get to the hotel, Arthur wasn’t in the best of moods for some time now as well but you couldn’t blame him. Being on the run, making money and keeping everyone safe was weighing heavy on him and truthfully it had you worried. When Pearson requested a supply run you jumped at the opportunity to suggest taking a day to yourselves in town.
“They can survive one day without you Arthur, and you just went hunting so Pearson can certainly manage for a bit,” you’d said standing on your tiptoes, arms around his neck while putting on your best pouty face.
“Fine, I guess you’re right,” Arthur sighed with a grin.
“I know I am.” You winked and planted a kiss on his stubbled cheek. Although it was subtle and probably only noticeable to you, he seemed to cheer up in anticipation after that. You had learned to read his emotional shifts almost better than he himself could. He was closed off by nature but for anyone who cared to look deeper - of which there wasn’t many - he was much more than brawn and brooding.
The two of you had spent months flirting and dancing around your feelings. It wasn’t until Sean’s return party that you’d gathered up the courage (partly liquid courage) to confess that you were sweet on him. Even in the dark of the camp you could see his face turn red as he muttered that it must be the drink talking, in reply you pulled him in for a slow and deep kiss. “And I’ll kiss you again in the morning when I’m sober so you know I mean it,” you’d said before walking away to your tent. That morning he’d been sitting at the scout camp by himself, a sheepish smile on his face. You brought him a hot cup of coffee and true to your word, a kiss. Even these few months later Arthur still couldn’t quite understand how someone like you could be with someone like him, despite the reassurance you so often gave.
In fact since you joined the gang you’d noticed a worrying trend of Arthur putting himself down. At first you wrote it off as his sense of humor, but after hearing him when he thought no one was listening, it appeared deeper than that. When Dutch had asked you to retrieve him from fishing at the river near camp you caught him berating himself for forgetting to add more bait before casting, using words like “idiot.” Worse still, when going to wake him in his hotel room after a night in Valentine, you heard a voice. Not wanting to interrupt you hesitated to knock, but couldn’t help seeing through the gaps in the door that it was just Arthur talking to himself in front of the mirror.
You couldn’t believe what you heard as he insulted his own reflection and lamented on being “dumb and ugly” to the point of it being why everyone left him. It broke your heart. You wanted nothing more than to make him see he was none of those things, and you had no intentions of leaving him.
Elated that the long ride was coming to an end, the saloon was finally within sight. You settled in with baths and an indulgent dinner, sharing drinks and jokes about the gang. It was the first you’d seen him happy and at ease in what felt like weeks.
As the night went on, several men asked for your companionship when Arthur left you to buy another drink or step outside. Some were persistent and had to be chased away.
“Can’t say I like seeing all these men comin’ up to ya.” You worried he might let his temper get the best of him, but instead he seemed somewhat embarrassed to admit this. If anything he appeared more sad than jealous, and you found yourself almost preferring a temper.
“Ain’t like all the working girls haven’t been eyein’ you up since we walked in. How many times you have to turn them down?” He shuffled awkwardly, a small smirk on his face. “Besides, all these men are propositioning me but guess what?” You closed the distance and pulled him closer by his suspenders, gently pressing yourself against his torso and hips, “you’re the one I’m taking up to that room and sharing a bed with. So how bout you strut upstairs with me and show these bastards whose girl I am?”
Clothes came off in a flurry between exploring hands and mouths as you burst into the room. Several buttons on Arthur’s shirt went flying as you ripped it open, destined to be lost to the room and become part of it, evidence of your lust. Before you could react Arthur picked you up in one brisk motion, wrapping your legs around his waist. The man was sheer bulk, carrying you like nothing as he roughly set you down on the table and immediately began rutting into you with a desperation you hadn’t seen before. One rugged hand gripped into the fat of your thigh, surely leaving marks, as the other snaked up the back of your neck to wrap around your hair. Balling it up into his fist with gentle tugs, his tongue danced around yours stopping only to bite and pull at your lower lip. The friction and burning sensations from his short beard served to turn you on further. His mouth continued to traverse your skin, leaving trails of hot breath as his lips pressed and teeth nipped at your neck. He chuckled at the eager whine you involuntarily let out.
Feeling the same desperation he was, your hand traveled down his burly chest and stomach to caress the taut muscle and hair. It was one of the things you liked most about him. He thought it made him unattractive but you loved how it added to his already brutally masculine appearance. You drew a husky gasp from him as your hand reached his length, stroking through his pants. You felt your core reacting to the hardness against your palm.
“Oh God Arthur, please…I need it,” you were suddenly spurned on by how badly you wanted to show him his desirability, to give him the adoration he deserved, to make him feel like a king.
You pulled off whatever of your clothing that he hadn’t until you were completely bare before him. “I want you to feel what you do to me,” grabbing his hand you placed it at your entrance, making sure he felt the slick dripping down it. He laughed almost in disbelief, his fingers delicately slid along your soft folds, shivering as you grinded on them.
“I’m so wet for you Arthur, just you.”
“Damn girl, I can see that.” His fingers ran gentle circles around your clit, drawing out moans loud enough for anyone nearby to hear.
You played with your breasts and made eye contact, continuing to thrust against his hand, begging for friction. “And you know what baby? You’ve gotten me this wet before we were even together…” he gave a look of confusion before you continued, a devilish smile creeping across your face. “I used to get myself off thinkin’ a you all the time. Alone in my tent, I’d slip my hands under my dress and imagine you takin’ me right there in camp. How good you’d look fucking me…”
Arthur froze, hand resting on your thigh now and staring at you slightly slack jawed, chest heaving, cock twitching. You’d never spoken like this to him.
“It’s better than I ever fantasized darlin’, you take me so good. I need you so ba-” before you could even finish the sentence he was on his knees, tongue lapping at your heat. If the saloon hadn’t been aware of your activity before, they most definitely were now.
“Oh God, just like that Arthur,” you praised.
“I love hearin’ my name come outta that beautiful mouth a yours princess,” he drawled between tongue flicks, bright eyes staring up at you. One arm was wrapped around your thigh as the other hand squeezed your breast, fingers twisting and turning your nipple. The sensation made your body feel electric.
“I’ll say your name a million times if you keep doin’ that.”
He hummed sweetly. His strong wet tongue moved firmly in different directions on your swollen nub as he inserted two fingers, making you tremble. It was a much needed feeling of fullness, but not the full feeling you were anxious to get from his girth. He curled his fingers upward rhythmically, taking a moment to pull his face away and look up at you. God was he beautiful, and you were lucky.
“Come for me darlin’, I wanna feel it. Wanna feel you let go.” Both of your hands were now gripping the table edge as you arched your back. Tight coils built in your stomach and your legs stiffened around his shoulders. “That’s it girl, nearly there…”
His voice was gravel and sex, never failing to push you closer to the edge. He brought his tongue back down to you, first flicking then sucking, taking whatever he could get in his mouth while continuing to work his fingers. The pressure in your core exploded in waves with your release, singing his praise the whole time. Feeling you pulsate around his fingers, Arthur let out a deep and unrestrained grunt. Although you wanted the focus of this night to be on his pleasure, you knew this was an ego booster. Nobody had ever made you feel this good and he knew it. In fact, no man had ever been as generous in bed with you before. It was always one sided and unfulfilling before Arthur.
Collapsing onto the table, nothing more than a rag doll you cooed, “what else you got in store for me cowboy?”
Firmly planting a hand on the table next to your face, he used the other to align his length at your aching pussy, sliding it gently up and down the slit before pushing in with a growl. “Ohh, I think…actions speak louder than words…” -thrust- “don’t you?”
The initial stretch and fullness made surprised you, but with each slow and purposeful movement you adjusted to his size as you had so often before. Every time felt as thrilling as the first and made you muse that your bodies were made for each other. You propped yourself up on your elbows to get a better view as Arthur hooked your legs through his arms and grasped your hips. Plowing into you again and again, the sound of skin on skin filled the room. He never looked better than in this moment, you thought. Rough hands and masculine forearms flexing with an iron grip, hair covered chest and stomach heaving with every grunt and moan, each muscle contracting in tandem with his thrusts, it was like he was made for this. Built to give you all the pleasure you were capable of receiving. He never looked better than when he was a primal being.
You wanted him to see himself as you did. Glancing at the mirror in the corner next to the table you realized it displayed a full view of the action. Tenderly grabbing Arthur’s cut jawline you directed his face to the mirror. “Look at how handsome you are, look at yourself.”
He was still now, his member pressed all the way inside of you, catching his breath as he looked at the reflection before him. You moved your hand down to his neck with a gentle authority, still facing him toward the mirror. “You see the state you got me in?” he watched your reflection as you writhed, the sound of your wetness pulling him deep, “ain’t no other man who could ever get me this wild, drive me this crazy.”
You sat up on the edge of the table to meet his face while grinding, one hand on his neck, the other digging into his shoulder, you pulled him in for a deep and shamelessly sloppy kiss. You caught him watching your mouths move in the mirror as you slowly rubbed against him. “Arthur, I don’t wanna hear you talk bad about yourself anymore, you got it?”
He was taken aback at first, perhaps because he didn’t think you’d noticed or just because he didn’t expect it to be brought up at a time like this. “…what? Sweetheart, I…”
You wrapped your legs around his waist and bucked harder, making him groan desperately. He stared in the mirror, in awe at the scene playing out. He’d never been a part of something so…erotic. “Look at that Arthur, how can you be so hard on yourself? You ain’t dumb and you ain’t…” you slowly slid your hand down his chest, sweat droplets catching in his hair and curved muscle, “…my God you ain’t ugly baby.”
You could feel him shuddering as you picked up the pace, still looking in the mirror. He had to be close. “I mean it, you hear me?”
“Yes ma’am,” he said raggedly as he dug his fingers into the flesh of your ass.
Through heavy, uneven breaths you continued to praise him. “You know what I see in that mirror? I see a gorgeous…fuck…well built man who takes care of his woman.” Arthur began thrusting back, regaining some of the control. “He makes her feel good every damn day…are you gonna make her feel good baby?”
“Damn right I am girl…” his grip tightening even further with each slam into you.
“God that’s it,” you moaned, “I see a man who knows how to fuck his woman so good she see stars. Are you gonna fuck me like that Arthur?”
“God dammit girl…I’ll show ya…”
“Like you said, actions speak louder than words big boy…”
In one swift movement he moved your legs from around his hips and pressed them to your chest, folding you in half. His hands dug into the underside of your thighs as he pounded mercilessly into you, bottoming out with every powerful movement. You had never seen him like this, so animalistic. All of the times you’d been intimate previously had been passionate, but quiet and gentle. Lack of time and privacy had also hindered more exploration. It was a thrill to know you helped encourage this side of him, and exhilarating to be experiencing it.
“Lemme hear ya darlin” Arthur said in a voice that almost startled you. You realized you were so overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensations that you’d become speechless, soundless, just trying to take everything in.
You exhaled, trying to catch your breath. “It feels so good Arthur, you’re doing so good.” You could barely get coherent words out due to how hard he was causing you and the table to shake. Adrenaline and pleasure clouded your brain. Arthur then planted his hand on your cheek and pressed the opposite side down to the table, making your head face towards the mirror now. He brought his whole body down to yours, chest pressing onto the back of your thighs, your legs over his shoulders, pinned to the table. Completely under his mercy, you had no room for movement. He was in control now and exuding confidence, exactly what you wanted.
You watched in the mirror as he brought his mouth to your ear, exhaling hot breath with each purposefully slow and hard thrust. “You like what you see?” His voice was barely above a whisper, but still so rugged, so close to you. And God you did. You saw everything, his tongue grazing your neck and his immense hand holding your head in place, biceps flexing, hips and thighs positioned impossibly close to your ass, chest dripping sweat…
“Jesus Arthur yes, I like it” you tried to wiggle underneath him, “I need it, please don’t stop!”
You held onto his forearms for dear life, digging your nails in as he slammed into you with reckless abandon, each thrust becoming more unhinged than the last. Unable to hold back any longer he pulled out and slipped his cock between your thighs to ride out his climax. Thrusting erratically with your own wetness coating you, his seed spilled all over your stomach and chest. He let out a final guttural growl, mouth still right next to your ear.
After some time of stillness entangled in each other, you cleaned up and moved to the bed. The two of you were quiet for some time before it was Arthur who broke the silence in a small and gentle voice, “thank you sweetheart…”
“For what?” you replied, mindlessly rubbing his stubble with your thumb.
He pulled you as close to him as possible and squeezed, “for helping me feel better ‘bout myself.”
Your heart swelled and you felt yourself falling for him even further. “So it worked then?”
He ran his warm hand along your inner thigh and dragged his fingers along your still wet and oversensitive heat, “…you tell me?”
Your body jerked reflexively as you playfully slapped his hand away. You loved seeing him this cocky. “Well…it’s all true, I was just helping you to realize it. I could keep going if you want.” You looked up and winked.
“Careful girl, you might gimme a big head,” Arthur laughed.
You proceeded to explore his body with your hands and eyes, kissing each scar you found and telling him you thought they were beautiful. The night ended with you naked in each other’s arms, blissed out in ways the two of you never thought possible.