Page 67 of My Darling Clementine

Clem covered her, hips plunging deeper and faster, pinching tight nipples on swaying breasts. With cool fresh air teasing her bare skin, the titillation of exposure with the tiniest possibility of being watched, thrilled her. She nibbled Kizzy’s ear and whispered, “Come for me, my darling,” then rocked the woman she loved in her arms as she climaxed.

“Ah, ahh, ahhh…” Kizzy cried, rocking back against her, “Ahh-woo,” she keened into the night. “Woo, woo, woo, woo.” The woods echoed with her cries. “Ahhhh…”

Clem drove them forward against the log, groaning, as her need pressed hard against Kizzy’s plump bottom. “Oh, yes.” Panting with urgent desire, her orgasm raced upon her. “You’re mine, my darling, mine.” She thrust deep, exploding into the night, shouting to the sky, “Kezziaaaaaah!”

Clem fell along Kizzy’s back, kissing and caressing wherever she could reach. The sweet warm body beneath her undulated, as together they enjoyed ever smaller climaxes until they faded away.

Kizzy panted, catching her breath. “Oh, Clem.” She turned her head and looked over her shoulder, eyes glazed and gleaming, her smile beatific. “Wowzah.”

Sated and still throbbing, Clem palmed and pinched Kizzy's breasts, who wriggled her hips and sighed, melting under her touch. The warmth of her sweet wife filled her arms, and for a long, languid moment they rested that way, lying across the log, connected in a thousand ways.

She kissed the back of Kizzy’s neck while pulling out with care. “Thank you.” She tucked the johnson back in her pants and buttoned up. “I’ve wanted to do that ever since I held you against me between the blacksmith and hardware store in Independence, and it only got worse after I saw you in those pantaloons.”

Kizzy stood up, her skirt tumbling around her, then turned and leaned against the log. “That was so different.” She covered her bare breasts one shirtwaist button at a time. “You went even deeper than you do with your fingers. I never felt anything like it,” she burbled, unable to contain her excitement. “It was – I never…” Her voice stumbled. “You – it was – I’m…” Thrilled blue eyes met Clem’s.

“Lost for words?” she teased, hugging Kizzy tight. “You’re right, darling, that was incredible.” She kissed the top of her head, inhaling the scent of clean hair. “It was the best, ever.” She kissed her long and slow. “Because you are the best,” she murmured against sweet lips.

Kizzy hugged her hard and squeezed. Letting go, she looked up with a playful grin, patted Clem’s cheek, and gave her a sassy wink. “Promise we’ll do that again.”

“I promise.” Elated, she responded with a passionate kiss and squeeze. “But right now, we’ve got to get back. It’s late, and you can’t see in the dark as well as I do. Stay here by the creek while I get our things.”

With a quick kiss, she hurried back to find their laundry, soap, scrub brush, and her flask, finishing the rum in it. What a woman I married! Clem laughed out loud and danced a quick jig, delighted Kizzy wanted to do it again. She adored her wife.

But how did Kizzy feel about her? Oh, sure, they liked each other and enjoyed being lovers. But this was an ‘arrangement’, right? Could a person as special as Kizzy ever love someone like Clem?

If anyone can, it will be Kizzy.

Returning a few minutes later, Clem found her rinsing between her legs with cold water from the creek. She handed Kizzy her clean everyday pair of bloomers. “Here you go.” She picked up the wedding-night pair still lying on the ground, waving them at her. “When you’re in the mood for some special attention, put these on. You’ll get it.” She winked.

“How will you let me know if you want me?” Kizzy shot her a bold grin.

“I will always want you.” Clem swatted her sassy ass. “Anytime, anyplace, any way you want it. Now hop on my back.”

She crossed the creek with sure steps as excellent night vision led her from one dark stone to another across the rushing water. Feeling her oats, happier than she had any right to be, she carried Kizzy most of the way back, only putting her down when the wagons appeared. “Race you the rest of the way.” She lost with good grace.

Chapter nineteen

Indiscreet

Half an hour later, mules checked, camp secured, wagon lit with a lamp, Clem reclined on the inside step to the driver’s box still dressed, watching Kizzy in her prim and proper nightgown make their bed for the night, arranging blankets and pillows. She rose, face flushed, and came to stand between Clem’s legs.

“Oh, no, something’s wrong,” Kizzy complained, grabbing herself through her gown with both hands. A distinct twinkle in her eye put the lie to her words.

“Oh?” Clem’s heartbeat quickened as she played along and reached for her. “Shall I take a look?”

“Yes, please,” said Kizzy with a grin, sitting on Clem’s lap, wrapping one arm around her neck. She wiggled, wriggled, and jiggled. “I feel a little… empty.” She pointed. “Here.”

“Well,” Clem said, raising the nightgown to expose the area in question, “maybe I can help.” Running her hand between soft thighs, she trailed a finger along the velvety slit. “Does this make it feel better?”

“Ummm, yes…” simpered Kizzy, “but I need more.” She spread her thighs, holding her breath.

Clem dipped two fingers in her honey pot, pulling them out to lick the creamy wetness from them. “Me, too,” she said, voice growing husky. “And I want to see what I’m doing.” She stood Kizzy up and pulled off her nightgown, leaving her naked, skin gleaming by candlelight. Spreading it over the box step, she sat her in the same place and said, “Spread your legs and hold yourself open for me.”

“I like when you tell me what you want,” said Kizzy, doing as asked. As her arms reached down center, they pushed her breasts forward, her nipples darkening from pink to red.

“I want to make you come like thunder,” said Clem, moving in close and taking a lick. She busied her tongue dipping, licking, diving, twirling all along the sweetness spread before her, enjoying the sight of swollen pink flesh, the smell of Kizzy’s arousal, the taste of nectar on her tongue. As velvet touched her lips, and satin-smooth skin teased her fingertips, she stroked hips and thighs.

“Oh, oh, oh…” Kizzy simpered, her want sending Clem’s two fingers into her, diving deep. “Yes, yes, but I want more.”