#eagerforhoney

You felt the heat of his back on your own before turning around to wrap your hands around his middle. You rub your palms over his stomach – one of your absolute favorite parts of him. Just grabbing the bit of extra flesh there makes your skin warm all over. He mumbles sleepily at you “Why’re you squirming around so much, Sweetheart? You okay?” His large hands wrap around yours as you make yourself increasingly more needy for him the more you touch his stomach. “I love your tummy, Charlie. Makes me so hot for you, I want you.” He huffs a large exhale and turns over to look for any kind of jest in your face, but finds none. He becomes fully awake seeing the feral look in your eyes and says “Oh yeah? What do you love so much about it?” You smile with high hopes that this is gonna go where you want. “I love how soft your skin is here, love holding you and seeing your hot dad bod.” you softly snicker as you continue to rub your hands over his bare torso, giving extra attention to his tummy.

He is now also running his hands up and down your naked body before he stutters out “I bet it’d feel so good on that perfect little pussy of yours. Come up here.” You inhale sharply before his strong grip manhandles you on top of him, your damp core nestled right on the softest part of his stomach. Without any further instruction you begin grinding and rutting your clit on his tummy, mewling at the feeling of it. His hands reach out to grasp on your hips, so tight you know there will be evidence of tonight on your skin tomorrow. His grasp on you guides your grinding, pushing you further onto his stomach. “That’s it, Baby, just like that,” he whispers from beneath you encouraging you to chase the orgasm quickly approaching. You gain purchase on his pecs to better grind your clit on his soft tummy. He sits up just enough to put one of your tits into his mouth, softly sucking as the new angle creates more friction to your thrusts. “Charlie, I, I’m gonna cum!” A soft pop comes from his mouth separating from your nipple as he encourages you, grunting “Go ahead, Honey. Make a mess on my stomach.”

You moan as you grasp the hair at the nape of his neck. You jerk your hips back and forth just a few more times before you’re coming undone on top of him. You breathe heavily as you come back down to earth, barely hearing what he had just muttered to you. “Hmm?” you respond in a daze, eyes half lidded from your explosive orgasm. “I said, clean up your mess. You made my stomach filthy and I need you to clean it up if you want my cock.” Your eyes shoot open, hastily shifting down his body and hungrily begin to lick and suck his tummy. Each swipe of your tongue makes his erection more and more stiff. With a final suckle and nibble right below his belly button you sit up and hover over his stiff cock. His hand already holding it steady as you sink down onto him, feeling every inch, every vein as your wet cunt completely sheaths him.

The night breeze that always came in early Spring blows in through the cracked window of your bedroom and tickles over the toes of the foot poking out from underneath the quilt covering the rest of your body. You begin to stir from the middle of a deep sleep when shouting follows the breeze. In a half-asleep stupor your eyes begin to flutter open in response to the growing commotion outside. Your eyes peel open the rest of the way to reveal it is still very late, dawn nowhere near peaking through yet. Darkness swallowing your bedroom, the only light coming from the fires still burning outside giving no real illumination to what was happening outside your small home in town. You sit up in bed and as a secondary fleeting thought, peer over your shoulder at the other side of the bed. Your so-called husband was absent, as per usual. This did not worry you despite the angry shouting coming from the street. Your husband often did not come home; usually drinking himself stupid at the saloon and barely making it inside to pass out on the chair in the front room downstairs.

Your family owns the general store and is responsible for a lot of the town’s income. Your parents are very sociable people and have connections with traders and similar folk from all over the West, which causes the shelves of the store to regularly be stocked with specialty items and customers always coming in. The mayor’s son is mean, ugly, and stupid. You resent your parents for agreeing to give your hand to him despite what it would do for your family. You could keep books, were well-read, and enjoyed challenging yourself intellectually which intimidated and angered your new husband. When you were married six months ago you felt like you had been demoted in life. Arthur wouldn’t admit it but you were almost sure he couldn’t read at all, let alone provide for you in other ways. All the money you had came from his daddy and the small allowance your parents still provided you, which, now that you were married, was really provided to your husband. He spent most of the money and his time at the saloon while you were then able to go about your business in peace. It wasn’t at all the life you wanted, but there wasn’t much you could do about it.

The moment you were made aware you were to be Arthur’s wife, you went straight to Mrs. Logan’s place. She isn’t a formally trained doctor, but had delivered every baby and set every bone in town since before you were born. You had grown up around her home and spent your childhood playing with her own kids. You loved playing with her youngest, Mellie, but learned the most from the older boys, twin brothers Clyde and Flip. You whispered about boys and joked around with Mellie, but Flip had taught you to shoot a pistol and how to throw a punch when you were thirteen and one of the store’s patrons tried to touch you. He was loud, gregarious, and never hesitated to start or join a fight. Clyde was the opposite side of the coin in that way. He was quiet, gentle, and could usually be found at his Mama’s side learning from her. He taught you how to saddle your own horse, keep cuts and scrapes clean to prevent infection, and make tea to help with nausea or insomnia among many other things.

You came to Mrs. Logan in search for a way to prevent pregnancy. You spoke in hushed voices as she instructed you how to administer the tinctures she would give to you along with other ways to prevent Arthur from impregnating you. She was a second mother to you and knew this marriage is not what you wanted. You still had to lay with Arthur, that was unavoidable. Though if you could help it you would never have a family with him. When you went to the Logan house two months after your wedding, it was Clyde who met you at the door and you were too embarrassed to explain why you were there, so you left without the things you would pick up each month.

You were always partial to Clyde’s gentle nature, and would never forget the day when your youngest sister came into the world four years ago. Your mama woke you up early in the first hours of the morning, crying and moaning with pains in her belly. She said my sibling was comin’ and we needed to help her get to Mrs. Logan’s since my daddy was out of town on business. Mrs. Logan herself was recovering from a horse stepping on her and breaking several of the bones in her hand, and so when we walked in the door she went and got Clyde out of bed. My mama squeezed our hand and Mrs. Logan’s uninjured one as Clyde sat between her legs and helped bring my sister Annie to us. His eyes were locked on your face almost every time he looked away from what he was doing, and at that moment you felt more deeply for Clyde Logan than you ever had for anyone else. You don’t know if you’d call it love, but you trusted him more than your own husband, that’s for damn sure.

Clyde’s introduction to midwifery came only a year after he lost his left hand and forearm. His daddy had taken him and Flip out hunting when a small band of thieves came and robbed their small camp. They shot their daddy dead and got Clyde in the arm. By the time Flip got the both of them home, the infection was so bad there wasn’t any other option but to amputate his arm right below his elbow. He was sixteen then and became even more reserved and introverted after the surgery, mostly due to the incessant teasing from other boys in town. Even now as he owned the saloon and ran it all on his own on top of working alongside his mama, men in town bullied him and women mocked him.