Page 49 of My Darling Clementine

“Several times, after watching them spank each other.” She smiled at the memory. “Would you like to try?” Her hand stroked Kizzy’s hip.

She couldn’t imagine it, but throbbing and passionate sounded good. “I didn’t know there were sexual games. It might be fun.”

Eager anticipation rose in Clem’s eyes.

“I’ll think about it.” Kizzy smiled, shaking her head. “I don’t want to play games on our wedding night.” She grinned at her husband’s apparent disappointment. “But remember, when I say yes, it’s yes all the way.”

“Worth waiting for,” agreed Clem.

“Did those girls ever have sex with you? You know, without your binding and johnson, woman to woman?”

“No, I always kept my shirt on and breasts wrapped. I’d take off my pants and leave my underwear on.” Clem shook her head, thinking about it. “I didn’t want them to do me, I paid to do them. And after we tried my first johnson, that’s what I used with them.”

With an odd sense of satisfaction, Kizzy reached over and cupped both of Clem’s breasts, caressing them as her lover closed her eyes to better feel her touch. “I’m the first to see these.” She teased the nipples, encouraging them to come out. “I’m honored.” And she was, but another question rose. “Did your prostitutes ever see you down below?”

“No.” Clem laughed. “Last night, when I shoved my johnson down to prove I was a woman, it was a first for me.”

Kizzy flushed. “No one’s ever seen me, either.” She laughed. “I was the pursuer, determined to get under their skirts, but no one wanted me like that.”

“I do.” The passion in Clem’s eyes was proof. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

They stood. Kizzy left her robe behind on the bed. She pretended to stumble, hooking both thumbs into all three layers of Clem’s drawers, and yanked them down, sending buttons scattering around the room, but as she did so, her nightgown also slid to the floor.

They stood still, the last of their clothing pooled at their feet, and looked at each other in the flickering light of a kerosene lamp.

Kizzy stood still, quivering under Clem’s heated gaze, which focused on her breasts, watching them rise and fall as she breathed. Those passionate eyes warmed her from the inside out as Clem’s gaze continued down to Kizzy’s toes, then rose to focus on the triangle of curls between her thighs.

But as she surveyed Clem’s body, the quivers turned to quakes. Despite her masculine bearing, she had a fine, chiseled woman’s body. Thick muscles outlined long calves and thighs, defined a washboard stomach, and accentuated Clem’s broad shoulders and arms. Sun darkened skin gave way to a lighter shade where her clothing covered her, except for the aureolas of her nipples, which were brown as berries, and a dark nest of thick hair below her belly.

Kizzy desired this woman with everything in her and yearned to be wanted as well. Her breath came faster as a sudden warmth grew between her legs. She searched Clem’s face, finding a twinkle in her eyes, and small quirk at the corner of her mouth.

Their eyes met, and a primal lust surged between them. They both took one step forward.

Kizzy’s arms went around Clem’s neck as they closed in a tight embrace, their mouths connecting, lips, teeth, and tongues dancing between them. Acting on impulse, trusting Clem to catch her, she jumped up and encircled her waist with her legs. As swift hands cupped her bottom and hoisted her, Kizzy pressed their breasts together, her hungry kisses demanding action.

She got it. With three long strides, Clem carried her to the bed, yanked back the covers, and lowered her onto clean white sheets, cool against Kizzy’s heated skin. Climbing in beside her, Clem started pulling up the covers.

“No, don’t.” Kizzy reached to stop her. “I’ve never been naked with a lover before. May I look at you?” She flushed, embarrassed and eager.

A radiant smile lit Clem’s face. “I’ve never been looked at, and I don’t mind if my wife takes a gander at what she’s stuck with.” She grinned. “You don’t seem disappointed.”

“I’m not, I like the way you look.” Kizzy flexed in a luxurious stretch, back arched, legs and toes extended. “Are you?” Clem’s hand landed on her hipbone as she moved, and it stayed there when she relaxed. Kizzy shrugged. “Disappointed, I mean? During my bath, Mrs. Bates predicted you’d be pleased.”

“I told Mr. Bates he had a smart wife.” Clem faced her, leaning on one elbow. “I’ve never seen a woman more beautiful,” she said simply. “You’re smart, brave, and I am not disappointed, only stunned at my good fortune.”

Kizzy didn’t know how to answer praise like that. Finding no words, she traced Clem’s heavy brows with her fingertip, then the sun and laugh wrinkles at the corner of deep-set eyes, down a prominent nose, and along sensitive lips. Her hands continued down to Clem’s chest as they kissed.

Each palmed the other’s breasts and squeezed at the same moment. Then, with a sudden swoop, Kizzy pushed Clem flat on her back, straddled her waist, lowered her head, and sucked out a nipple.

“Oh, oh, oh…”

Clem’s strong hands gripped Kizzy’s hips, trembling. Rolling beneath her, she moaned while experiencing the breast play she’d provided but never felt before.

Kizzy relished the sense of control she felt, confident in being the initiator, a pursuer chasing paramours. With talented fingers and tongue, she proved her experience with women, caressing, pinching, and licking. Taking her time, she initiated two virgin breasts, lavishing attention on shy nipples, each moan, and groan urging her on.

Clem’s back arched and her belly flexed as she negotiated new sexual pleasure. She tensed when Kizzy traced curious fingers over her ridged stomach muscles, but relaxed when she spread her hands wide, letting her fingernails trail across sensitive skin.

With a bold move, Clem grabbed both of Kizzy’s hands, rolled on top of her, and pinned her arms above her head. Intense eyes, burning with desire, bored into hers.