"Well," she giggled and it broke some of the anxiety, "I did sneak a peek when you rescued me from the river."
His dark eyes twinkled with a combination of affection and amusement. "I'd have been disappointed if you hadn't." She blushed. "But, what I am trying to say is, you might have some questions. I know you're a very curious girl."
She giggled again.
His face broke out in happiness. "I promise to never hurt you."
"You've said that before, Jake." She furrowed her brows. "Do I need to be concerned?"
He lifted her in his arms and she kicked off her shoes. She was naked, up against the bare flesh of Jake's massive chest. Too soon he laid her on the bed, then gazed down at her. "Nothing for you to be concerned about, darlin'. It's just that a lot of people get scared of me when they see how big I am."
There was a tone of hurt in his voice. People could be cruel. She knew that.
He stood next to the bed and she reached her hand out to him. "I know you'd never hurt me, Jake. Remember, I trust you."
He leaned down and kissed her breathless and when he pulled away he said, "Well, then, let's get to it."
When he dropped his pants, she gasped. The pulses between her thighs increased as she stared at his hard manhood. How would she ever be able to fit that inside of her?
Jake stepped closer to the bed and she couldn't take her eyes off of his significant appendage.
The mattress dipped down as he joined her on the bed. His broad shoulders blocked her vision, but where else would she want to look but into the dark gaze of her husband?
She smiled up at him. All those hours she'd spent in misery, certain that she was destined to be alone forever, because there was no man for her but Jake, and she'd been just as certain that he would never wait for her.
Turns out, she was right about that. What a shock that he'd orchestrated the whole thing to force her uncle to relent. She reached up to touch the side of his face. Dear, sweet, Jake. He would always take care of her and make things right.
Jake smiled down at her. "Are you ready, darlin'?"
His deep voice rumbled through her, longing scorched her entire being.
"Yes, oh yes."
He kissed her hard. She was getting used to the way his mouth moved over hers, ravishing her and leaving her gasping for air. As the kiss continued, he shifted his body and used his knee to push her thighs open. She buried her hands in the thick waves of his hair. Her eyes popped open when she felt something, his manhood no doubt, touch the opening of her ... what did he say it was called? A pussy?
"Oh, Posey, you are so wet for me." His voice hitched and he stroked his manhood along the slit of her pussy. She dug her fingers into his shoulders. "Just relax now, darlin'. Let me take care of you."
She looked up at him, her whole body consumed by her love for him. "Oh, yes."
When something invaded her core, she inhaled sharply and clenched up. "It's all right, Posey. Just me lovin' you, like we talked about. Remember?"
She swallowed hard then nodded. Now that she was getting accustomed to the feeling of having something in a place she'd never even touched before, the heated pulses revived. Her breath sped up and she felt a need for something. Something she didn’t quite understand, but just more. Jake continued moving deeper into her. She watched his face contort.
"D-does it h-hurt, Jake?"
He looked at her, his gaze full of affection and something else. Something heated and almost animalistic. "Absolutely not. This is the most wonderful feeling in the entire world." He pushed in a bit more. "Now," he said, "I'm going to break through your maidenhead."
Posey's eyes went wide and she gasped. "Wha-at?"
Jake paused and looked at her patiently. She felt like a goose. Shouldn't she know these things?
He kissed her again, tenderly. "It's the barrier that keeps you pure. The thing you save for your husband."
"Oh," she said and smiled. "It's for you, right?"
"Yes." He smiled broadly, the unique way he did that made her feel like the most special and important person in the whole world.
She raised her hips from the bed, pushing him deeper into her. He held her gaze as he moved all the way in. There was a sharp pain and Jake looked down at her with such tenderness. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I wish there was another way around it."
"No," she replied, "that's special for you. It didn't hurt that bad and for you... I'd do anything." She stroked her hands along his shoulders and massive biceps. She raised herself up so she could whisper in his ear. "Besides, it feels good."
"Just you wait." He moved in and out of her, slow at first but he quickly built up speed. As he did, the sensations pulsing through her built up speed as well. Faster and faster.
A glimmer of sweat formed on Jake’s upper lip and he watched her intently. The muscles of his chest and shoulders bulged as he moved. She’d never been so close to a naked man and there was no man like Jake. He was like a statue, all chiseled and hard.
She loved the way it felt when the sinews of his muscles tightened beneath her hands on his arms. She wanted to touch more of him and tentatively moved her hands to his chest.
When she made contact, he growled low in his chest and she pulled away like she’d touched a stove.
“No,” he ordered. “Keep touching me.”
He braced himself with one arm on the headboard and used the other hand to return her hand to his chest. “I’m gonna touch you all over, Posey,” he said, moving her hand over his hard nipple before doing the same to her, “so you might as well do the same to me. I love the way it feels.”
Her hand looked so small against the large expanse of his chest, but his skin felt wonderful against her palms. He had coarse hairs that she curled her fingers into. He was all man. Her man.
The more she touched him, the faster he moved in and out of her pussy. Something was building inside her and it sure seemed like the same was happening to him. More than anything, she wanted to please him, make him happy.
Full. She felt so full, like his manhood could reach all the way to her belly button. Pleasure, indescribable pleasure, washed over her in wave upon wave. She clung to his shoulders and moved with him, his thrusts making the headboard bang into the wall in a rhythmic tap-tap-tap and grew faster and louder as he continued to pound into her.
"Oh, oh," she gasped. "I-I —" She couldn't even think straight. The walls of her pussy clenched around his manhood, released and clenched again. Holding for a moment and then she exploded. It was like she shattered into a thousand pieces, calling, "Jake," as she did so.
"That's my good girl," Jake said, his own face contorting. "Hold on, honey." She wasn't sure what he meant by that, but she gripped his arm as best she could in the haze of her pleasure as she floated around the room and then settled back in the bed beneath her husband.
With a roar that shook the walls, Jake let loose his seed, the hot essence filling her and slipping out to coat her thighs. She could feel the spurts as he released inside her.
Jake looked dazed and his elbows started to buckle, but he managed to hold himself above her.
She just stared up at him. Wide-eyed.
"Mine," he said. "Mine."
"How do you feel, darlin? I didn't hurt you, did I?" Jake gazed down at Posey, her hair was a beautiful tumble across the pillows and her mouth was open in a startled O.
"I don't think I've ever felt better." She beamed at him. "Oh, Jake. What was that?" She turned to face him, propped on one elbow. "H-how? W-what?" She looked at him like he was a magic genie.
Maybe he was.
His heart filled with tenderness. Could she be any more precious to him?
"That," he replied, still catching his breath, "was an orgasm or a climax. It is what happens when your body reaches the very heights of ecstasy."
"It was like an explosion."
"I know."
"Is that how it felt for you too?"
"Mmhmm. It was the height of ecstasy for me too."
A smile spread across her face. "Oh good. I'd be sorry if I was the only one who got to feel that."
He smiled and stroked her cheek. So adorably precious and all his.
"How do you feel now, little Posey?"
"Oh, I feel...indescribable."
She glanced down the length of his body, a small flush on her cheeks. She reached out her hand and carefully touched his manhood. "Is this... was this... what..."
He chuckled and covered her hand with his, guiding it over his shaft. "This is my cock. When I get aroused, it gets hard. Just like when you get aroused, you get wet in your pussy. For me, my cock gets hard and ready to make love to you."
"C-cock?"
"Yes, but that's not a word you should use anywhere but with me, understand? Same with words like pussy or cunny."
She giggled. “It's like we have a secret language."
He pulled her tight and held her against his still thundering heart. "Exactly. Our own secret love language."
"Are there more things for me to learn?" For a girl who'd just had an explosive orgasm, Posey was chatty. Of course, for her, it was just mildly chatty.
"Oh, darlin'," he said, "we're just getting started."
"Really?" She perked up.
He held her against him and pulled the blankets over them. "We've got our whole lifetime for that. Let's get some sleep."
"I love you, Jake" she whispered.
"I love you, sweet Posey."
Chapter 5
Posey woke during the night and stirred in Jake's arms.
"What are you doing awake already?" he murmured into the silken tumble of her hair. Her back was to him and he had her encircled in his embrace as they slept on their sides.
"I had a dream," she said, wiggling around to look at him, a shy smile on her face.
"Oh?" He propped his head up on his hand. "I hope it wasn't a bad dream."
"Oh no," she replied, and he could tell she was holding back a smile. She touched her hand gently to his large, bare arm and stroked her fingers along it as she spoke. "I had a dream that I was captured by a bear. At first I was afraid he'd devour me with his big fangs, but instead, he took me back to his cave and snuggled me against him." She looked up at him with a mischievous grin.
"Is that so?" He brushed the hair back from her face, taking a moment to rub a few strands between his thumb and forefinger, marveling at the satiny texture of it. As she'd slept he'd reveled in the feel of her warm body and silky hair pressed tight to his bare chest. Though he'd only been married a few hours, holding her, being with her, it just felt right. He'd worried about nerves—his and hers—but after reassuring her that she had not trapped him into marriage, things had gone even better than he'd hoped. "Did that bear want to do anything besides snuggle?"
"I woke up before I could find out." She traced a finger down his chest and he could see her breathing pick up as she explored his body, boldly twisting her fingers in the dark hairs there. "But I have a real live bear now."
"Yes, you do," his voice rumbled low in his chest like a growl and she giggled and buried her face against him. He took the opportunity to grab onto her and then roll so that he was on his back while she straddled his waist. He put his knees up so she could lean back against them.
"You're like a big chair!" She giggled as he gently pushed her shoulders back.
"I like this view, my little Posey." His hands rested on her thighs and he slowly moved them upward, his thumbs parting the lips of her pussy and he sucked in a breath at the sight of her pink lips.
When she realized what he was doing, she gasped and tried to close her legs. He gave her a soft smack on the outer thigh. "I'm looking and touching. It's my right as your husband."
"Oh," she gasped again when he stroked his thumb around the perimeter of her lips and then pressed on her clitty.
"But," he tore his gaze away from the sweet slit of her core and looked at her directly, "you are, of course, to tell me when anything is uncomfortable for you, understood?"
"Ye-yes, sir." Her voice had grown husky and as he watched her, she swallowed hard and looked a bit worried.
"Does this hurt you?" He continued to explore her pussy but kept his eyes glued to her, watching for any signs of discomfort. He wanted to show his ownership but never wanted to do anything to make their intimate time anything less than ideal for her.
"N-no, that's not the word I'd use at all." She had her hands on his forearms and they gripped tighter the more he stroked her clitty. Her tiny bottom wiggled against his hardening cock, making it difficult for him to concentrate.
With one hand working her pussy, he used the other to reach up and stroke her breasts, first one and then the other. Her hands remained on his wrists and clutched even tighter. "Oh. Oh." More wiggling and the scent of her arousal wafted his direction.
"Mm. Do you like that, Posey?" He pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, the tiny pink bud beading up as he did so.
She mewled and nodded her head. Eyes wide. Her nostrils flared and she looked a bit confused. He removed his finger from her passage and held it up to her face. "Is this what you smell?"
She sniffed, confused. "Y-yes, what is it?"
Bringing his hand to his mouth, he licked his finger clean. "That is your feminine essence. Remember I said that when you are excited and want to make love, you get wet down here?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"It's that essence that makes you wet."
"It smells funny." She wrinkled her nose.
"I think it is just about the nicest scent in the whole world. I'm not sure which I like better, the way your hair smells like flowers or the way your pussy smells when you're excited."
"Jake!" she gasped. "That sounds very naughty."
"Good." He gazed up at her. "I like getting naughty with you, sweet Posey."
He shifted his knees and moved her back a bit further so that his cock stood up along the slit of her feminine core, which now seeped even more of her sexual essence. Removing his hand from her breast he took hold of his cock and rubbed the head along her slick opening.
Holy cats, what was he doing to her?
Posey stared down, it was shameful, she knew it was no matter what Jake said about it being proper since they were married, but how could anything that felt this good, that made her body feel alive and tingly not be utterly sinful. Wasn't that what her uncle had preached to her endlessly?
She shook her head. This was no time or place to think about Uncle Fritz.
"Give me your hand, Posey."
She did as she was told, watching, mesmerized as he took her finger and slid it around her womanly place. The place she wasn't supposed to touch except for bathing.
But oh, it felt so...so ... so indescribable. Why wouldn't someone want to touch the spot that created such heady sensations?
Jake's massive hand dwarfed hers. "These are your pussy lips, Posey. See how sensitive they are?" He pushed her finger along the feathery edges and she curled her toes against the mattress. "And this is your core." He pushed her finger inside the slick walls. "That's what it feels like for my cock when it's in there." He gazed up at her. "It feels wonderful to be inside you, Posey. Absolutely wonderful."
The area that he called her clitty throbbed and pulses seemed to emanate from where her finger was inside her core outward to what seemed like every nerve ending in her body.
After withdrawing her finger, he wrapped her hand around his cock. It felt warm and moved slightly against her palm, making her gasp and look to Jake.
"It won't hurt you, Posey. It's a part of me. Just like your pussy is part of you."
When he explained it like that, his voice patient but husky, it all made perfect sense. He let go of her hand but she continued to stroke up and down the length of his hard cock. As she did so, it got even harder and Jake's eyes burned with passion as he gazed at her with an expression of complete love. "Oh, baby, that feels so good."
She wiggled her bot
tom some more to quell the pulses and heat that were building in her pussy. She must be getting aroused. Jake explained everything so well and took such good care of her.
"I-I feel kind of like I did before when—just before I had the heights of ecstasy."
"Me too," he rumbled. He shifted his knees again, and held her around the waist, then lifted her and dropped her down right on top of his hard shaft, sending it deeper than it was before.
"Ooooh," she moaned.
"Yesss," he replied.
Holding her around the waist, he pistoned her up and down, driving his thick shaft deeper and further into her core. Each stroke up and down his cock rubbed against her clitty, heightening all the sensations that were building inside her.
"J-Jake, it's ha-happening again," she wailed, reaching behind to hold his muscular thighs in order to keep her balance as he pumped into her repeatedly.
Sweat glistened on his chest and he continued to buck into her until she cried out, stars dancing before her eyes. He let loose his seed with a growl, holding her in place as his cock pulsed inside the tight walls of her pussy.
His seed was so thick and plentiful, it leaked from her core and onto her thighs, coating her, marking her as his. She gazed into his contented face and satisfaction filled her.
When it was finished, they remained that way for a few moments while Jake just gazed at her, almost as though he was in a daze. Then he carefully lifted her down and laid her on his chest and kissed the top of her head before letting out a contented sigh.
She'd made Jake happy. It was the best feeling in the world.
With the daylight, Posey woke, again curled inside the massive arms of her husband. It was like hibernating with a bear.
She sighed, reveling in the warmth of his embrace, the security of his strength. In his arms, she was safe. Safe from the name callers and those who just never seemed to understand her. Was she odd?
Jake didn't think so. And that was all that mattered.
A rumbling noise behind her gave her a start.
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