by Rita Hestand
She ran her fingers over his back. But when he went further down, she raised up to look at him. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm going to prime you for our love making, sweetheart. You've never been with a man and you're going to need it. Relax and enjoy this, as it will make the first time so much better for you."
He parted her legs, taking great strides to make love to the lovely shape of them. His lips followed the trail of her legs and when he got to her feet, he took her toe and put it in his mouth. The sensation had her jerky about on the bed with such delight, and she laughed. "Is this part of the mating ritual?" she asked.
"Oh yeah. Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."
"I'm very ticklish." She grinned.
He laughed. "That means you'll be a lot of fun to love."
He took the other leg and made his way back up her leg and she felt little goosebumps all the way up. He not only kissed her leg, but his hands went around them, touching them, admiring the shape of them.
But when he parted her legs wider and dipped his head to her womanly nest, she almost came off the bed with a bit of a shock, and a very surprised look on her face when he peaked at her.
"Lance," she cried as his lips touched her there. "What are you doing?" she could hardly rasp the words out as his exquisite touching sent her into another realm of their lovemaking. At that moment everything inside her seemed to come alive with sensations.
"Relax and enjoy it," he told her. "This will prepare you for me, and I want you to enjoy every moment of it."
"But… oh Dear God. Is it decent?" she sighed with such guttural sound.
"Between a man and his wife, it is. You are enjoying it, aren't you?"
"That's not exactly the word I'd use."
He raised his head with a smile, "What word would you use?"
She threw back her head and met his mouth with her hips, "I'm not sure there is a word to describe it," she moved erotically as he held her hips close, and his tongue worked a magic on her that had her grabbing the bed, and moaning with such pleasure.
She laid back, absorbing the sensation as his warm mouth covered her virginal lips and his tongue shot out to warm her and send such exquisite torture through her body that she wreathed on the bed. Still she wasn't at all prepared for his nose and tongue when he found the center of her core and licked and made love to her there. "You taste so sweet," he murmured. She found herself raising to meet that beautiful mouth that made such exquisite love to her. Her hips moved erotically as his tongue licked her gently. "You throb when I touch you like this."
"I feel as though I might die from the pleasure of it."
"No, my sweet love, you won't die, just enjoy it."
"Oh Lance…" she cried. "I never dreamed such pleasure existed before… "
He smiled against her leg and kissed her there, then dipped back to build the heat in her body and making ready for what was to come.
She licked her lips, her hands going to his hair and kneading him there as he continued to make love to her. "I need you Lance… oh God, it's a little bit of heaven."
Suddenly without warning the orgasm hit her like a tidal wave and his lapping slowed so it would last a long time. She cried his name, she pulled his hair, and she moved her hips closer to his loving mouth. She never knew a man could love like this. She felt like screaming the pleasure aloud.
Finally, she collapsed on the bed, as he came up to her.
"Did you enjoy it?" he asked, as his lips found her pert nipples.
She moaned again, "The Saints be praised, I never knew making love could be like this."
He came up to her now, seeing the stars in her eyes, and pleased that she found pleasure in it. "Between a man and a woman that love each other, it can be like this every time."
"I think you can have anything you want from me… I've never let myself go like this, it's a new and wonderful experience."
"You'll experience it with me darlin', because I intend to please you every way I know how. I kissed you there to prepare you for our love-making. To make the first time easier for you. But your response tells me that this is only the beginning of our love play."
After she caught her breath, he kissed her and was lost in the kiss as little eruptions of the orgasm pulsed through her. She felt as though she were melting into him, being devoured by the love he so freely gave her.
As he laved her nipples his fingers explored her there, where his mouth had been. She squirmed. She was wet, and warm and primed for love now and he couldn't wait any longer to make her his. "This might hurt just a tad, but it won't last long, I promise."
"Nothing you ever do, hurts me." She told him. "I want to be one with you, I want you inside me, where you belong."
He moved above her now and after kissing her thoroughly and then kissing her beautiful breasts, he guided himself slowly at first inside her love nest. Instead of crying out, she pushed him harder inside her, climbing him and he began the rhythm that would make them one. She was an active participant. She moved her hips to welcome him. Not one whimper came from her lips, only the desire to be one with him would satisfy her now. Without thought, her muscles worked him deeper. He moaned now, the satisfaction on his face told her she was doing everything right.
"I'm shameful, for I want you inside me, as deep as you can go. Brand me, make me yours!" she cried out. She nibbled on his ear, and her hot breath sent him moving faster, deeper, thrilling her with flesh on flesh. The sweet smell of their sex enveloped them. Hot wet, and so primed, she let go of any fears of making love with this wonderful man. How could she possibly love him so much in such little time. It didn't matter how, but she was more than sure that their mating was right.
Her hips came to meet him with a welcome, and she bit his shoulder as he thrust himself harder now. She threw back her head and strained to bring him deeper inside her. He'd pull nearly out of her and thrust himself inside until the moment of release came that had her almost screaming with delight. "Oh Lance…. Oh, my sweet, sweet, Lance." She cried. "How I love you!"
And then it came, the sweet surrendering orgasm that had her bending herself almost in the air to meet his thrusts, as she heard him murmur her name over and over. The sensations spread over her like the sea lapping against the sand. Her mind was blank save for the heaven he had given her in those moments.
Sweat peppered their bodies, making them slick. Even the sweat seemed erotic.
Totally satisfied, her fingernails raked his back, her lips sought his flesh as the oneness of the orgasm overtook her and she wailed with such longing for him. "Will you have me like this every night."
"It'll be my pleasure, sweetheart" He smiled and kissed her ravaged lips.
When they collapsed on each other, she kissed him long and sexily, her tongue forcing his lips apart and exploring the recesses of his mouth. The orgasm was powerful and more pleasing than either expected. Their smiles spoke volumes as they touched and kissed freely now, enjoying the moments of the tide washing them away.
"Sweet one, you are a hell of a lady!" he cried as his lips took possession of hers.
"Even in my dreams it wasn't that good!" she smiled with such satisfaction.
He smiled against her ear, "My sweet, shy little Trudy, became a tigress in my bed. You are more woman than I could have wished for."
"I'm sorry, it was primitive and more than I ever imagined. There's nothing in the imagination that can compare. I didn't know my husband, but I do now. I’m part of you now, and it makes me so happy." Her hand ran over him, "I will be yours forever now." She grinned.
"Now that sounds promising." He smiled and kissed her again.
"Thank you," she whispered as she laid her head on his shoulder, and her warm breath ignited a small flame when she continued to stroke him against his nipple.
"I said I wouldn't be bedded until this was settled, but the more you talked of leaving, the worse I felt. I've grown possessive of you. I didn't mean to be this way, but now, I'll want you forever. I’m se
lfish, she'll have to fight me for you."
He pulled her closer and kissed her head, "I don't mind, I feel the same toward you. Sleep with me tonight, and every night until I leave?" he invited. "You're my wife now, truly, and no one can come between us."
"Yes," she sighed happily, kissing his nipple softly. "Yes, my love. Promise you'll hurry home to me."
"You can count on it," he told her and pulled her up for another steamy kiss. She gave into him with such a sigh and their bodies melded together. "Promise you'll be there waiting for my return."
"I will, nothing could keep me from it." she smothered his lips with another hot kiss, so hot they made love again, only slower. She didn't mind, everything he did, pleased her. Every kiss was steamier than the last. Their bodies were flushed against each other and in only seconds he entered her once more, and she sighed with such contentment.
"Oh Lance… I never dreamed it would be this wonderful between us. I had a feeling when I first saw you naked you would be a powerful lover. Still, I never imagined how powerful."
"You're such a sweet temptation." He smiled against her cheek as the orgasm came suddenly from nowhere, and they moaned as they climbed each other's bodies and the sweet surrender was like a raptor.
He pulled her sweet bottom up against him and kept her close for long moments after the tide of the orgasm had enraptured them. He didn't want to leave her.
He squeezed her soft round bottom and she moaned softly. Just his touches excited her.
She raised up over him now, staring into his serene face, "I love you Lance!"
"I love you too sweetheart. More every day I'm with you. It just gets better and better."
He ran his hands through her hair, and it was such a turn on to thread his fingers through her hair. He'd wanted to do it for days. "You are so beautiful."
"It's a little long, you think I should cut it?" she asked, laying her head on his chest.
"No, not one hair. I love it, it was the first thing I saw of you. Don't ever cut it. We can trim it if it gets straggly, but it's so long, and so curly, and I love touching it."
"But Lance, it is hard to take care of."
"Don't fret about that. I'll help you any time with it."
"Is it important to you?" she raised up to look at him again.
"Everything about you is important to me." He grinned sexily at her. "From the first day I saw you it was there."
"What was?" she asked innocently.
"That feeling of connection, of belonging to each other. Once I saw you, I had no doubts that I wanted to marry you. All those jitters and nerves disappeared. I couldn't wait to get you to the preacher, I was so excited. I was so damned excited I couldn't keep my mouth shut, either."
She smiled and hugged him, "Oh dear God, even your words turn my stomach into an inferno. I'll miss you so badly when you leave."
"Then let's don't waste a moment of time until I do." He told her and rolled her over once more and began kissing her. The way they kissed, it had been so mutual from the beginning, even as shy as she had been, when he kissed her, she kissed him back. He hadn't expected it, but he gloried in it.
Later when all their loving was spent, he held her tightly against him, curling her into him as they slept. It was the best night's sleep he'd had in years. He was so content with her in his arms.
Chapter Fifteen
Trudy felt the morning sun peeping over the horizon, she stretched and realized Lance was by her side. A womanly feeling ran through her entire body, as she stared at him sleeping. There wasn't any part of him she didn't love. It was early morning; even the rooster hadn't crowed yet. She moved the covers so she could look at her handsome husband. She couldn't believe the beauty of their lovemaking. And the satisfaction that swelled within her. This man, this wonderful, beautiful man, made love to her like there was no tomorrows. He opened a new world for her and the feelings he aroused, just looking at him, made her giddy with happiness.
Now, looking at him, she hungered to please him. Her heart thudded like a drum as she pulled the covers back and stared at her sleeping tiger. She had the most unselfish desire to please him this morning.
Her hand went over his big, strong, shoulders. His shoulders held power, and his arms, that held her all through the night made her feel safe and secure, as though nothing could ever harm her. She stroked his arm, she kissed his shoulder, and she allowed her exploration to go further as her fingers touched every part of him. But what she wanted was still sleeping.
She pet him there, and his eyes popped opened.
"What are you doing, sweetheart?"
She blushed, "Looking at you. You see, I've never had the pleasure of just looking at a man, seeing the differences between us, and remembering the moment we became one."
"Well, umm, wait. I'll be back." He left her side and she sat up in the bed, perplexed.
Minutes later, he came back and smiled.
"Now, I'm yours. all yours," he grinned stretching and waiting to see what she had in mind. His shaft came to immediate attention when her fingers stroked him there softly. His skin there was soft, but the strength within, she remembered well from the night before. He sighed.
"You don't mind me looking or touching?" she asked softly.
"I don't mind you doing anything with me." He replied, with a smile.
"Really?" she asked.
"Honey, I’m yours now. And your mine."
"This is all so new to me. I mean, I've never looked at a man. Not like this. I never thought I'd enjoy looking at a man's body before, but you spellbind me."
"So, what do you think?"
"I think you are beautiful, I mean, handsome." She corrected.
He kissed her tenderly.
She slowly began kissing down his neck, not missing and inch, of his well-tanned skin. She continued down and all over his chests, her hands touching him softly. "You have a magnificent chest." She sighed.
He chuckled softly, as his hands rubbed her arms and back. She kept going, enjoying this exploration. And suddenly she found her way to his manhood. She fingered it, holding it in her hand. Already he was rim-rod hard and standing at attention. She bent down and kissed him there. "I think my husband is like a magnificent stallion." She glanced up in time to see the sexual flash of desire in his eyes.
She came up to kiss his lips and he groaned as he took her in his arms. His arms went around her back, where he pleasured her in just touching her gently. "Waking up to you, is heaven." He whispered.
"I want to make love to you, like you loved me." She whispered.
"You don't need my permission sweetheart," he grinned.
She touched his nipple, with the tip of her finger, stirring him.
Her lips covered him there. "That feels nice." He murmured. Her tongue licked him there, very slowly, over and over, and moaning when his shaft bounced against her thigh in readiness. "I think," he paused as what she was doing was sending him over the edge of passion. "When I get back from the drive, we're going to take a honeymoon."
She lifted her head, "Really, where to?"
"Wherever you want to go."
"San Antonio." She said with conviction.
"Why there?" His smile widened.
"Because they say it's beautiful down there on the riverbanks and I want to see the Alamo, for myself."
"Then that's where we'll go. It's a nice town too."
She edged lower, slowly caressing each part of him as she went, kissing him while his hands played in her hair. His stomach was hard as a rock, and muscles flexed at her touch, she ran her hand over him there, musing at how taut he was. She kissed him all over, delighting in the pleasure it gave her. She went further down to the shaft that stood at her attention now.
With ease, she took him gently into her mouth and his moan was soft and sexy as she stroked the tip with her sweet, hot tongue. His excitement became hers, as he began to slowly pump himself inside her warm and welcoming mouth. The soft sighs and little moans he made in hi
s throat told her she was doing everything right.
It thrilled her the way he reacted, and then as his hands slipped through her hair, she felt a fire building inside her.
Her lips went over him, and he moved toward her. She let her tongue slide up and down him as he moved with her now, slowly. She could feel his excitement, his pleasure. The male scent of him surrounded her, earthy, and clean. He was a very clean man, and she liked that about him.
She raked him with the silk of her hot tongue. His needs became more announced, his movements faster. She sucked him in, and he groaned with such pleasure. She moved up and down on him, her lips and tongue working a magic he didn't expect. "My God, sweetheart, for a woman who has never had a man, you sure know how to treat him."
"Am I hurting you?" she asked softly.
"Hell no, sweetheart, if you were any better, I'd be dead." He grinned. "I never imagined us being like this."
"Am I shameful," she asked in a whisper.
"Nothing you do is shameful, sweetheart." Then he groaned and the orgasms swept over him and she kept loving him, giving him all the pleasure.
More than a little satisfied, he pulled her up to him and took her breasts to his mouth to make love to them. She rolled him over, so he was on top. He moved down to her pert breasts taking first one then the other to his mouth. "I'd make love to you all day long if I didn't have to work." He admitted softly.
"And I'd let you if I didn't have to cook." She grinned.
He ran his hand through her hair, making a curl against his fingers as the aftershocks of the orgasm finally subsided and he groaned with such satisfaction.
"Woman, you are mine now!" he told her. He rolled her over once more. "I'm thinking of not going to Boston, we are together now, and there is no need."
She glanced up at him a moment, "But, she could still come here." she sighed against his chest; her lips caressed his hard nipples. He jerked several times from the sweet torture. "I am yours for as long as you want me," she said softly. "But I want you to go there, Lance."
"Why?"
"Because I don't want her showing up here. I don't want to do the explaining. I want it settled."