How To Catch a Cowgirl | Lesbian Western, PT 8: The Boss of You

“Is it hard to sulk and eat at the same time?” Tamsan asked the question as Anna ate her toast with what must have been a less than pleased expression.

“I’m not sulking,” Anna said diplomatically. “I’m grateful for your help.”

“Uh huh,” Tamsan gave her one of those sexy dimpled grins. “You can’t see your face. You’re cute when you pout, by the way.”

“I’m not pouting,” Anna said, chewing on some crust. “I’m… thinking.”

Tamsan didn’t believe her, but plausible deniability had to be maintained, lest she be forced to admit that yes, Tamsan had managed to ride into her life and turn it completely upside down. A night of intense lovemaking unlike any she’d experienced before, followed by an offer for help which Anna needed more than she dared admit.

It should have been a dream come true, but Anna had fallen for a charming face and a nice pair of legs more than once. She’d learned the hard way that you didn’t trust anyone quickly or completely. As wonderful as Tamsan seemed, Anna didn’t trust herself enough to put trust in Tamsan.

“I’ll go talk to the Cluskys,” Tamsan said, leaning over to press a gentle, affectionate kiss to Anna’s head. “Take your time. Have more toast and coffee if you want.”

Anna watched as Tamsan stood up and pulled her jeans on. The way the denim slid over her strong limbs, the musculature of her legs flexing softly as she straightened up was a sight Anna could have watched all day. It was such a little moment, a mundane one at that, but Tamsan was hot in every motion and movement. The curve of her buttock as the waistband momentarily caught below her cheeks made little tingles of excitement zip through Anna’s belly.

“See you in a bit.” Tamsan dropped her hat onto her head and walked out, leaving Anna feeling strangely deflated and excited all at the same time.

Anna must have fallen asleep again, for when she opened her eyes Tamsan was standing next to the bed fully dressed, shirt, jeans, buckle, boots and all. “Get dressed, we’ll walk over to your place.”

“Ugh, dressed,” Anna said. “Clothes are so restrictive and pointless.” She reached for Tamsan’s hand and tugged the woman down. “Why don’t you take those clothes off and see how free you feel?”

Tamsan’s lips covered hers in a hot kiss. “Tempting,” she murmured against Anna’s mouth. “But we really should get to work.”

“I don’t want to work.” Anna let her tongue trail playfully over Tamsan’s lips. “I want to have you. I want to take you.” She wrapped her arms around her lover and rolled, turning them both so she was atop the taller woman, looking down with naked triumph as her bare pussy ground against the front seam of Tamsan’s jeans.

“Is that right?” Tamsan reached up and settled her hands on Anna’s hips. “You want to take me?” One neatly shaped brow rose. “You think you’re ready for that?”

“I was born ready.” Anna grasped the lapels of Tamsan’s shirt and briskly spread them, making buttons pop onto the floor with little pinging sounds and roll into crevices where they would never be found. The rash action exposed Tamsan’s breasts, softly curving swells topped by neat brown nipples. Anna leaned down hungrily, hardly noticing how Tamsan’s hand slid over the curve of her hip until suddenly the fingers were not nonchalantly above her bottom, but between her legs, pressing up into the damp interior of her body.

Before Anna could taste the ripe nipple, Tamsan’s other hand snaked up into her hair and tugged, pulling her head back so that Anna was arched above Tamsan, her pussy impaled on long, dextrous fingers. The tables had been turned. The aggressor had become a gasping, begging supplicant grinding her hips against her lover’s hand.

“You don’t look ready to take me,” Tamsan murmured from below. “You look like you’re desperate to be taken.” She let the pad of her thumb ghost lightly across the hood of Anna’s clit with just enough pressure to make Anna whimper softly.

Anna gasped, arching her hips forward to try and receive more of that touch. All she succeeded in doing was impaling herself deeper on Tamsan’s fingers.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re sitting on top or laying on the bottom,” Tamsan said, rolling with Anna so she was once more looming above. “When it comes to us, I’m the top, you’re the bottom and that’s just how it is going to be.”

“Oh yeah?” Anna squirmed her hips under Tamsan’s. “Just because you’re older?”

“Nothing to do with age, sweetheart, it’s just where and how I prefer to be.”