Later Jeb lay by Betsy wondering what kind of connection she had with the universe, as she had put it. They had dug through the bandits discarded belongings until they'd found some extra blankets to use. Jeb hadn't brought any blankets and both of their clothes were soaked through. Now they were a bit warmer, but Jeb had insisted that they not start a fire in the mine, saying it was tricky to keep a fire safely underground without smoking yourself out on accident. Betsy had never tried it before so she took Jeb's word for it.
“What are you thinking about?” Betsy asked Jeb, rolling over to face him.
“I guess about how you turned the sky against those bandits,” Jeb said. “How it saved both of our lives.”
“Please don't tell anyone,” she said. “People don't take kindly to what they don't understand and I don't want to get burned at the stake.”
Jeb gave her a quizzical look.
“Do they burn people at the stake?” he wondered out loud. “I guess I know they used to. But that was a long time ago.”
Betsy gave him a look like he should know better.
“Do you really think that your employers are going to let someone that can summon twisters run free through their county?”
Jeb looked sheepish.
“No, I guess not.”
Betsy snuggled closer to him, looking up into his eyes as she cupped his face.
“Promise you won't tell anyone. Please?” she asked.
Jeb hesitated until he felt Betsy's hand undoing his belt buckle.
“All right. You're right. I won't tell anyone. I wouldn't have anyone,” Jeb said with a cough. “Mind you I wouldn't have told anyone even without, you uh--”
Betsy's kiss cut Jeb off. For a moment Jeb didn't know what to do, but then his tongue felt it's way into her's. Jeb's hands slid over to Betsy and caressed her up and down. Her back arched as Jeb's hands slid under her clothes and up to cup her breasts. Betsy moaned and pulled Jeb closer, finally getting his pants undone and pulling out his cock. Jeb's dick was already swollen with blood and quickly becoming taught, hard as a railroad spike. Betsy thought back to how she'd blown him months ago at the behest of Herbert. It hadn't been a romantic encounter, but it had given her a good idea of what to expect of Jeb's dick, since it had been in her hands and mouth before. Betsy couldn't wait to ride Jeb's big dick, to feel it inside her as his hands played with her body. Her loins caught fire and become warm, her juices making her pussy wet.
“Oh Jeb,” Betsy panted. “I want to ride you so bad. Let me ride you baby.”
Without waiting for a reply Betsy tore her clothes off like they were on fire and straddled Jeb. Jeb had the biggest smile on his face that Betsy had seen in a long time. She knew he was enjoying this as much as she was, if not more. There was always something about excitement and danger that her horny. Men always seemed to be horny, so maybe Jeb wasn't as turned on as she was, but she didn't care. She was so turned on she couldn't wait to get on Jeb's dick. So she didn't.
Holding Jeb's erect cock in her hand she rubbed the throbbing, purple head up and down her pussy before slowly sinking onto it. It took her a few seconds to take the first couple of inches, but then she took the rest with relative ease. Jeb moaned and pinched her nipples.
“Oh fuck, baby,” Betsy said. “You're so fucking big inside of me right now. Oh God, I love it.”
Jeb wasn't used to women being this aggressive with him, and wondered what had gotten into Betsy. Then he remembered what her profession most likely was. Jeb had slept with working girls before, and sometimes without being charged, but this was as sensual as one had ever been with him. For a moment Jeb even wondered if she actually meant what she was saying. She probably did, but it was silly to think that he was special to her in some way beyond a decent lay. Was she really special to him? Jeb decided to push the thoughts from his mind. He wasn't going to think himself out of a good time. They were both adults who, in this situation, wanted to feel someone's touch because it made them feel less alone. That was good enough for him.
Betsy rode his dick slowly at first, working up to a head of steam that had Jed gripping her hips for dear life. It had been a very long time since anyone had ridden him with such enthusiasm. Jeb's fingers clawed at Betsy's hips as she bucked up and down on his hard member. He tried to hold at as long as he could but he knew that he wouldn't last too much longer.
“I'm going to come,” Jeb said. “I'm going to come. I can't hold out anymore. I'm sorry. But I'm going to come.”
Betsy laid a finger across his mouth telling him to shush as his back arched and he came again and again inside of her. She smiled as he moaned and writhed underneath of her. It always made her feel so powerful and validated when she got someone off like that.
“I'm sorry you didn't get off,” Jeb said. And he was sorry. He usually didn't say that to his sexual partners because most of the time they were people he was paying to sleep with him. This time was different though.
“Was it good for you at all?” Jeb asked in a sheepish voice after Betsy was back on her side of the 'bed' both of their blankets made up.
“Don't worry sweetheart,” Betsy said. “It was great. Sex for me is fun no matter if I get off or not. And I was close at the end. I'm sure if we tried again some other time I'd get there.”
Betsy leaned over and gave Jeb a reassuring peck on the cheek.