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You were sat at the dining table of your small yet homely cabin. Your fingers traced over the loops of Arthur’s calligraphy from his last letter. The moment would be less bittersweet if you'd received it less than five months ago. You missed him, more than you ever thought possible to miss a man — let alone an outlaw. Truthfully, being with Arthur went against everything you stood for. Not that there was ever an attempt to end what you two had.
Your head perked up like a startled deer when you heard a heavy knock on the wood of your front door. Practically jumping up from your seat, you made a beeline to the door, reaching for the doorknob. Creaking open the door, for precautions, you saw a brief glimpse of a burly man. After further inspection, as in, opening the door fully, you saw nobody other than Arthur Morgan.
“There’s my lady,” Arthur spoke with a sweet grin that made you melt, “how you been?”
You took the outlaw in fully, his broad frame and beautiful face that seemed to betray his utter rugged and manliness. You were just about ready to pounce on him that very moment, so much so that you forgot to reply.
“You still with me, darlin’?” he asked, thumbs looped in his belt as he leaned forward slightly, trying to get you out of your daze.
“Oh, yeah. Sorry ‘bout that.” you quickly apologized, giving him a dismissive wave as if you hadn't been imagining the most ludicrous scenarios only a moment before. You moved to the side to let him into the cabin, his long legs taking no more than two strides to step into your home. It didn’t take long before the door was shut and his large hands were feeling you up.
Arthur leaned down and pressed his full lips against yours in a bruising kiss, the scruff on his jaw tickling the area around your lips. Your arms moved up to snake around his neck, and his hands wrapped around your waist. You moaned into his mouth almost instinctively, feeling Arthur’s smirk against your lips not even a moment later.
He pulled away from the kiss that had already been feeling far too short. “Got somethin’ in mind for us, sweetheart,” he informed as he scooped you up into his arms, leading you to your bedroom, “goddamn, you're pretty,” Arthur said. He wasted no time unbuttoning your blouse and throwing it to the side so that you were exposed to him. Sitting himself down on the edge of the bed, he pulled you between his muscular thighs. He groped one of your breasts harshly, taking the opposite breast into his mouth and suckling. He swirled his tongue around your areolas expertly, like he was a man starved and you were his salvation.
“Mm, Arthur.” you whimpered. The words came out breathlessly, only spurring Arthur on further. He switched back and forth between your breasts, lathering each in as much attention as he could. He removed his mouth from your nipple with a ‘pop’ sound, looking up at you with a satisfied expression.
“That wasn't the idea I had, but I jus’ couldn't help myself,” he said honestly. He reached forward to unbuckle your belt with his large digits, the garment being tossed aside and clinking on the wood floor. He hooked his fingers in your ankle-length skirt, pulling it down until it pooled around your ankles. He made a show of pulling down your undergarments tantalizing slowly, letting them drop with a soft thud between the skirt. He guided your feet out of the garments and stood, moving you to be in front of the full body-length mirror you had in the corner of your bedroom.
“So damn pretty, jus’ look at ya,” Arthur spoke, dragging his hands all over your body. His hand slithered down your abdomen, his middle and ring fingers sliding down your folds, allowing his digits to be coated in your slick. “Missed me that much, huh?” he asked teasingly. You nodded in response, moaning when he slipped the fingers inside of you. Your walls clenched around his digits, his fingers playing around with the spongy flesh until he hit your sweet spot, a soft whine leaving your lips. The sound gave him the green light, and he started pumping his digits in and out of you, abusing that perfect spot. He used his free hand to hold your chin so you could see yourself in the mirror. The sounds leaving your mouth were a mixture of desperate pleas of his name and whimpers.
“Arthur, please. I really don't wanna wait,” you begged, Arthur pressing a finger to your mouth to shush you as his fingers thrust into your walls repeatedly. His thumb found your clit, shutting you up right away. His calloused thumb rubbed your bud as his fingers continued their work. It felt fantastic, but it wasn't nearly enough. Not even close. You almost started to beg again, but Arthur spoke when you opened your mouth.
“Such a greedy thing, ain't you? All wet ‘round my fingers and you're still ready to beg for my cock?” he teased. “Let me play with you first,” he finished. His blueish-green eyes met yours in the mirror, the reflection you saw was something that was so incredibly lewd. You’d never seen what you looked like during sex, so this was a first. After a bit more pumping from Arthur’s large digits, he removed them. You heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled and removed from the loops of his jeans, falling to the ground with a pleasant sound. The sound of his jeans unzipping followed. “I’ll go slow, darlin’, promise.”
His words had been a total lie. He slid his throbbing member into you without much warning, and you moaned loudly. Fortunately, you two were in the sanctity of your cabin, so no quieting was necessary. He used two fingers to massage your clit as his cock eased in and out of you. “Fuck, you're so damn tight,” he purred. Once he got used to the feeling of you clenching around him, he started thrusting. Having memorized your sweet spot from earlier, he immediately began hitting it repeatedly, a hard pace in his movements. He, personally, always chose sex positions in which he could see your face. But having you in front of a mirror was different, much more different.
Having already been nearly worked over the edge by his fingers previously, the coil in your abdomen began to tighten much quicker than usual. “Arthur, I'm close,” you spoke breathlessly. Arthur chuckled in your ear as he slammed into you, his grunt paired with your moan.
“Go ahead, sweetheart, I ain't stoppin’ ya. Though, that was a little fast,” he commented as he kissed the shell of your ear, pounding into you as your climax continued to build. The coil in your abdomen only tightened further and further. With a final rub to your clit, the coil snapped and you came with a gasp. Naturally, Arthur kept going as you rode out your orgasm, one that made you feel like you had just seen stars. Soon enough, you clenched around Arthur and that was his breaking point. “Fuck,” he swore as he pulled out, splurting rivets of cum onto your torso. He would have preferred finishing inside, but that was a risk neither of you wanted to take.
“Looked so gorgeous like that, sweetheart. Missed you,” he said, kissing your cheek gently.