“Sarah?” Paul tilted his head from above her.
“Please, don’t,” Sarah shook her head. “It’s… I’m… I…”
“Are you wet?” Paul asked softly, and he nearly groaned at the intensity of his own arousal at the thought.
Sarah nodded, her face burning with shame, and she turned her face away in an attempt to hide herself. Paul gently took her face between his hands and tilted her face toward him. Tears streamed down her face once again, and he used his lips to clear them away.
“Please don’t cry,” Paul whispered, and Sarah sniffled in her attempts to dry her eyes. “Don’t be embarrassed by your body Sarah. Listen to it, listen to what it wants.”
Sarah made an effort to calm herself, and she took several deep breaths. Still, her center ached and throbbed, and she wanted nothing more than for Paul to touch her there.
Slowly, Paul began to lower his hand down the length of her skirts. Sarah watched the slow, steady motion, and she was reminded of the way he handled the horses. He began to softly sing to her, and in her nervousness, she nearly released a bout of laughter. His hand finally reached her exposed ankles.
Sarah, bit her lip as she felt Paul’s fingertips trace a gentle path up the inside of one of her thighs. She felt her breath starting to catch, and she looked up at Paul’s face above her. Sarah was shocked at how completely overwhelmed he looked. His eyes, usually so sharp and clear, were hazy and unfocused, barely able to focus on her face. Sarah leaned up slightly and touched her lips to his.
Sarah jolted slightly as Paul groaned at the touch of her lips. He cradled the back of her head in his free hand as the one beneath her skirts grew dangerously near to its target. Just before he touched her there, he pulled back from their kiss and searched her eyes.
“May I touch you, Sarah?” Paul asked his voice desperate and ragged. Sarah could feel him shaking violently through his hands, and she tentatively nodded.
Paul moved his finger less than an inch, and Sarah cried out as he at last came into contact with her burning core. Paul released a heavy sigh, and he promptly covered her wetness with his hand. Sarah squirmed and bucked beneath him. Her mind had gone into overdrive, and the pleasure coming from his touch was driving her mad. When he started rocking his hand against her, Sarah could not contain her exclamations.
“Paul! Please!” Sarah begged, though she didn’t quite know for what. “Please! Oh, oh! Paul!”
Paul ground his teeth, and growled, his own arousal becoming more intense by the second. Seeing the woman beneath him writhing in the agony of pleasure had him going mad.
“I’m going to put my fingers inside of you Sarah,” he told her, his voice rough and harsh. He tightened his hand in her hair to hold her still.
Sarah whimpered as he pulled her hair, and the slight pain mixed with the overwhelming pleasure coursing through the rest of her body. Vaguely, she nodded her consent, and she released a squeak as Paul sheathed two of his fingers inside of her. His fingers felt warm, and she moaned as they pumped in and out of her, driving her higher and higher. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, Paul extended his thumb and flicked over a sensitive nub, sending her muscles clamping around his fingers.
Sarah released a loud cry as she came. Her muscles fluttered and pulsed around Paul’s fingers, and he pumped his fingers in and out of her slowly, drawing out her pleasure. Eventually, the intense climax ebbed away, and Sarah was left with a feeling of satisfied warmth in place of the burning desire she had felt before.
Sarah looked over at Paul to thank him, but was stopped short by what she saw. He still knelt by the cot, leaning over her to look down at her. His hand was still tangled in her hair, and his other hand rested motionlessly on her thigh. He still shook violently, and Sarah could hear him breathing raggedly. All of a sudden, she remembered that she had been aching as well, and she felt horribly guilty.
“How are you going to…?” Sarah looked down at his waistband to get her point across.
“Don’t worry about that,” he chuckled darkly.
“Oh, please,” Sarah reached up her hand and gently cupped his cheek. Paul growled and nuzzled his face into her palm, growling at the sensation.
“Let me help you,” Sarah pleaded quietly. “Show me.”
Paul looked at her for a moment, his eyes once again alert and intense. Finally, he helped Sarah into a seated position on the cot, and took a seat beside her. Sarah watched with rapt attention as he undid the fastenings on his pants. She gasped when he revealed his member, and ran his hands up and down its impressive length a few times. Sarah thought a moment, and realized something.
“Is that supposed to go…?” Sarah started, her mouth going dry. “Is that supposed to go inside of me?”
“Yes,” Paul gave his answer in a breathless sigh as he slowly stroked his erection, providing it some relief.
“May I touch it?” Sarah asked softly, and looked up at Paul for permission.
Paul regarded her for a moment, his eyes cloudy again, before he nodded, using both of his hands to support him as he leaned back on the cot. Sarah gulped nervously. His manhood stood tall and proud and she was nervous to touch it. She steeled herself however, and wrapped her hands around the base. She mimicked the movements Paul had been making, and she was rewarded with his soft hiss.
“Don’t stop,” he urged her, and he pumped his hips up into her hands.
Encouraged, Sarah tightened her grip on his member and began to pump it a bit faster. Paul closed his eyes and let her have her way. He felt his orgasm building fast within him, and he pumped up his hips fast to achieve it. Finally, he groaned loudly as he came, his semen shooting off onto the floor in front of them.
Sarah started at the small puddle of white liquid that had come from Paul. She wondered vaguely what it was as Paul covered himself and refastened his pants.
“Sarah?” Paul turned to her, and cupped her face in his hands. “Are you alright?”
Sarah nodded, and smiled up at him. Paul released a sigh of relief, and he gathered her to his chest in a strong embrace, kissing her on the forehead.
“Thank you,” Sarah murmured into his chest.
“Oh, no,” Paul shook his head. “Thank you.”
For a while, they stayed wrapped in one another’s arms in the loft. Sarah felt safe and secure wrapped in his arms, and she was reluctant to leave them. At length, though, Thomas pressed her back, and he stood, offering her his hand. She took it, and allowed him to help her down the ladder to the floor of the barn.
Sarah followed him back into the house. Peter and Caleb were still chatting about something or other at the table, and Sarah was strangely grateful. She allowed Paul to lead her into her room, and she lay down. Paul covered her up with the blanket, and he leaned over and kissed her tenderly on the head.
“Goodnight Sarah,” Paul whispered, and gently stroked her forehead with his strong, graceful hands.
“Goodnight Paul,” Sarah whispered, and watched as he stood and left the room. He shut the door behind him, and with the absence of light, Sarah fell into a deep sleep.
For the next week, Sarah lived in a veritable state of torture. Peter, oblivious to what had transpired between her and Paul continued to be incredibly affectionate to her. He taught her to play cards, and instructed her on the finer details of keeping the house. Sarah was attentive, and she learned quickly. She knew she would find her own place here very soon.
Peter, as amicable as he was, obviously never took notice of the tension brewing between Sarah and Paul. Every moment that Peter spent instructing her was a moment that Paul was watching her like a ravenous wolf. Sarah tried hard to be objective, and she worked hard to take into account how very kind and thoughtful Peter was to her. But these simple pleasantries paled in comparison with the fire of passion she felt when she so much as looked at Paul.
Each time Sarah looked across the room, her eyes met with his, and she felt an incredible pulse of desire in her loins. Every tim
e she saw him, she would catch her breath. She would always linger in his gaze for a moment, and then force herself to look away.
Every day this tension built up. Sarah soon found that all she could think about was Paul. Even as she lay in her bed at night, Sarah could not help but remember that night with him in the hay loft. She fantasized about his steady, strong hands moving up and down her body. She imagined his intense green eyes staring straight into her soul as he devoured her body with his own. She tossed and turned, wishing for his hands upon her and the feel of his lips on her own.
In the morning, she rose, and she immediately looked for Paul at the table. Sure enough, there he was. Their gazes locked, and through their eyes they were able to communicate their need for one another. Sarah was able to tear her eyes away for a moment in order to scan the rest of the room. Unlike most mornings, Caleb and Peter were not in the room with them. Sarah looked back at Paul.
“They went out to check the cattle,” Paul answered her unasked question. “I’m teaching you to ride today.”
Sarah’s heart jumped in her chest as Paul rose from his seat at the table. He moved toward the door and gestured for her to follow, and she did. He led her out to the stable, and instructed her to saddle her horse. She did so willingly, carefully remembering the process that he had taught her. When the saddle was secure, Paul was by her side.
Paul carefully described how to mount. He placed his hands on her hips to secure her during her first attempt, and she felt a shudder go down her back. Trying not to get too distracted, she securely rooted her foot in one stirrup, and swung her other leg over her mount as she had been instructed. Beneath her, Leah tossed her head and took a few steps to get accustomed to Sarah’s weight.
Paul smiled up at her, and Sarah blushed as he turned to mount his own horse. He did so effortlessly, and pulled up beside her. He gave her a few instructions on how to guide the horse, and in no time they were slowly making their way out of the barn and onto the ranch.
“How does she ride?” Paul asked her.
“Very well, I should think,” Sarah answered.
“I should think so too,” Paul said, raising a brow. “I’m the one who trained her.”
“I’d say you did a good job,” Sarah smiled up at him.
“I should say so too,” Paul agreed, but Sarah detected darkness in his voice.
Sarah felt her heart rate increase as Paul looked down at her, his green eyes as always cutting into her soul.
“Let’s go fast,” he said all of a sudden, excitement in his voice. “We’ll go to the trees over there. Just kick her off, hold on tight with your knees, and lean forward. Go!”
In merely a second, Paul had worked Storm into a gallop. Sarah felt her stomach lurch as she gave Leah a swift kick and held on for dear life as her own horse took off. Leah was finally catching up with Storm, and Paul looked back at Sarah and gave her a bright smile. Paul gave Storm another kick, and again the horse increased his speed. Sarah kicked Leah again as well, and though Leah did display a great increase in speed, she could not quite keep up with Storm.
By the time Leah and Sarah broke through into the coverage of the trees, Paul had already dismounted Storm, and had moved to Sarah’s side to help her dismount. Sarah didn’t realize just how shaky she was until she tried to stand on her own. She nearly fell over, and it was only by taking hold of Paul’s shoulders that she was able to keep standing.
“Allow me,” Paul said darkly, and Sarah suddenly felt herself swept off her feet and held tight against Paul’s solid chest. She looked up at him, and felt her heart pound in her chest as she looked up into his intense eyes. Suddenly, the long week of tension and need caught up to both of them. Sarah took the back of Paul’s head in her hands and lowered his face to hers. He made no protests, and covered her mouth in a hot, passionate kiss.
Sarah moaned into Paul’s mouth, and Paul groaned. Sarah shrieked as Paul fell to his knees beneath her, and gently laid her on the ground beneath him. He moved over her, straddling her hips, and cradled her head in his hands as the kissed. Sarah buried her fingers in the front of his shirt as they kissed.
Paul sat up and tore his shirt off over his head, aching to feel her hands on his bare skin. He sighed heavily as he felt her soft hands on his abdomen. Sarah gasped as she felt his hard muscles quiver under her touch. She shivered as Paul began to undo the buttons of the top of her dress, exposing her bare breasts. He wasted no time in gathering them up in his palms and massaging them.
Sarah moaned at the contact and arched her back into his touch, and then arched her hips up, eager for him to touch her at the center of her need. Paul lowered himself over her so that he could grind his confined hardness against her clothed thigh, and they both moaned at the sensation.
Sarah gasped as Paul quickly gathered up her skirts and pushed them up so that they collected at her waistline. She gasped and bucked her hips as he covered her dripping heat with his hand and began rocking it against her. She whimpered aloud ad he inserted his fingers again, and began to pump them in and out of her. Just as she thought she was going to explode, Paul pulled away from her. Sarah released a sob in her frustration.
She looked down between her legs, and saw that Paul was hastily undoing the fastenings of his pants. When he had at last accomplished his task, he hastily shoved his pants down to his knees, and his manhood sprang free, bouncing up and down a few times. Sarah felt a surge of nervousness about it fitting inside her.
Paul took his member in one hand and traced along the outside of her dripping entrance with the tip. Sarah moaned at the teasing sensation, and she tilted her hips up, yearning for the sensation of fullness that would come from being joined with him.
“I will have to hurt you, Sarah,” Paul said, and Sarah heard the pain in his voice and saw it in his eyes.
“Please,” Sarah begged him, and leaned up to place a kiss on his chest. “I want you- make me yours.”
“Oh Sarah,” Paul said in a shuddering breath. He lined up his tip to her entrance, and Sarah hissed as he pressed into her, slowly stretching and stinging her insides. When at last he was fully sheathed within her, she relaxed slightly; Sarah released the breath she had been holding.
Above her, Paul was shaking, and she knew he was having a hard time being still. She raised a hand to stroke his face and looked deep into his eyes. She gave him a nod to tell him she was ready, and he needed no more encouragement.
Paul set up a slow, agonizing pace, dragging himself in and out of her. Sarah felt the pain ebb away, and felt her burning desire well up in its place. She seized Paul’s hips and began to buck up against him, urging him to move faster. Paul was certainly not opposed, and he set up a punishing pace, quickly driving her closer and closer to orgasm.
Paul reached between their bodies and gave Sarah’s sensitive nub a flick, and she burst into an intense orgasm. Her muscles clamped down on Paul’s member, and in his turn he shot his hot semen into her womb. He pumped a few times, allowing her to milk him of all his supply. When he was spent, he collapsed beside her, and collected her to his chest.
For a long while, they were quiet, merely laying safe in one another’s arms on the forest floor.
“Sarah?” Paul’s voice broke through the silence.
“Yes?” Sarah looked up at him.
“Will you marry me?” he asked- his beautiful green eyes full of hope and yearning.
Sarah looked up at him and smiled widely.
“Yes,” she answered, and promptly fell into a soft slumber in Paul’s strong arms.
The Shamed Montana Bride
By: Erin Walsh
The Shamed Montana Bride,
A Mail Order Bride Western Romance
© Erin Walsh, 2015 – All rights reserved
Published by Steamy Reads4U
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Prologue
The bumps and grinds of the coach chafed her. She was bruised where no woman ought to be. Maybe it was because she was tense from harboring a secret that made the knocks and bumps of the coach land that much harder. She had carried the secret all the way out from Wichita. And she hoped and prayed it would never catch up with her.
Cora was a mail order bride. Or rather her sister Hailey was. After her beautiful sister was widowed and lost her only child, she had answered an ad and began corresponding with a cowboy. He sent her a proposal, a ticket and some cash to travel on. Then she died. She got a crush wound from a horse. It was so sudden. It was so unfair.
Cora went through everything her sister had and discovered the contract between her sister and the cowboy who lived near the wicked Dodge. It was the one confidence that she and her sister had not shared. Cora wept as she poured over the tender correspondence between them.
She was broken hearted. There was nothing more for her in Wichita. Cora packed up her belongings, with ticket and cash in hand and brought her sister back to life. From the moment she boarded the coach, she was Hailey Blevins.
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