"Yes!" I hissed. "Taylor …"
He kissed my neck. "You feel …" He ended with a groan. "Tight. Jesus. So tight!" His body shook from control and emotion.
"Show me what you got, cowboy," I whispered and then bit his earlobe hard.
His control shattered. Taylor began to thrust hard and deep, penetrating me with desperation I shared. I clung to him, unable to recall when I last experienced sex like this. My orgasm built quickly, and I tensed beneath him as my muscles grew taut.
Even before it hit, I knew it was going to be unlike any other climax. I was too aroused, too aware of Taylor's every breath, too connected to him for it to be anything other than a shattering of my body and heart at once.
My orgasm snapped, and I cried out his name, washed away in waves of pleasure that started in my core and tore through me with intensity that left me breathless, lost.
Taylor came shortly after me. He bucked and plunged into me several more times before collapsing, his hard breathing in my ears.
I panted and wrapped my arms around him, trembling from the intensity of the orgasm still working its way through my system. My sheath pulsed and rippled around his dick, and I wrapped my legs around his lean hips, crossing them at the ankle to keep him buried deep inside of me.
"Good, Taylor," I whispered. "You can be taught."
He lifted his head. His eyes glowed with appreciation and desire, his penetrating gaze searching my features. He touched my cheek gently and eased off me, a hint of his shyness returning.
"It feels different with you," he murmured.
"I hope so," I said and laughed. "You aren't paying me, for starters!"
He smiled and hugged me against him. We lay in quiet long enough for me to slip into a doze before he began speaking.
"I'll start. I'm from here, or at least, a similar time, which is why I came here to retire. I can't remember how many eras I've visited or how many people I've met along my travels. They offered me the ability to retire where I wanted, and I chose here and now. It's about fifty years before my time, but I wanted to see this era."
I listened, startled he was diving straight into his secrets after avoiding speaking of them since we met. My fingers twirled through his tousled hair absently.
"I believe Running Bear is my grandfather."
"You came back to see your family?" I asked.
"To see the last years of freedom my father's people enjoyed."
"I understand. But I thought you were four when they found you."