by Reece Butler
Jed took her hand. He brought it to his mouth and kissed her knuckles, gazing at her over them. Her eyes fluttered.
“Show my wife one of the advantages of marriage.”
“And that is?”
Jed pulled her close and kissed her. When his hand went for her breast she moaned in agreement. Riley poked Clint, eager to join in.
“We might as well go see if the Double Diamond needs some help,” said Clint.
“But—”
“Ry, we’re going to leave these two alone. We never got to the Double D the last time, and I expect they’ve got plenty of work for us. If they’re going to help us round up our cattle, we should do what we can in return,”
Riley grumbled but followed him to the barn. They saddled up and led their horses out. Jed and Victoria hadn’t moved much.
“She’s got her hands under his coat, so she’s not complaining,” said Riley.
“Just as long as he doesn’t tire her out too much,” replied Clint. “It’ll be our turn when we get back.”
Riley brightened. “You’re right. Let’s get this done so we can come home again.”
* * * *
“They’re gone,” gasped Jed. “Finally!”
He rested his chin against his wife’s head and hauled air into his lungs. He had a wife! He held her tight in case her hands, gripping his shirt under his coat, let go. After a minute he looked down. Victoria’s eyes were glazed. Her mouth was pink and swollen a bit from his kisses. Yet she hadn’t complained.
If he was to guess, her pussy lips would be just as swollen as the ones beneath her nose. But he didn’t want to guess. He wanted to find out. He planned to slowly and gently introduce her to married life and the benefits of a marriage bed. It had been a long time since he’d wanted to satisfy a woman. But the past didn’t matter. This was his wife, and his future.
He stroked her breast. She inhaled a gasp.
“I wonder how many layers there are between my hand and your skin?”
“Layers?”
“It doesn’t matter,” he replied, seeing her glazed look. He kissed her forehead. “There won’t be any in a moment.” He bent slightly to look her in the eyes. “Do you want me to show you what I mean, Mrs. Adams?”
She swallowed hard, and then nodded. Jed swept her into his arms and strode toward the house. His hard cock brushed against his pants with every step. It hurt, but the end result would be worth it.
He set her down inside the cabin and shut the door. The room was warm, but their bed would be cozier. He wasn’t sure he could get her up there yet, however. So he started on her buttons. Too damn many buttons.
He kissed her, even through her clothes, as he worked. He paid a lot of attention to her breasts when he discovered how sensitive they were. As each layer came off, she gasped even more when he touched her.
“If you’re that cold that you need all these petticoats and shifts to stay warm, you’re going to freeze in the winter.”
She shook her head, but didn’t reply. Since he was down to the final layer, he had other things on his mind anyway. Making love with his wife.
He took his time with the last layer. A plain drawstring shift and petticoat. No lace, no ribbons. Her stockings were scratchy wool, her boots battered. Yes, there were two holes in the sole of one boot, three almost working through in the other. Her laces were so knotted that he yanked, snapping them to get them off quickly.
Did she wear all her clothes so that they wouldn’t be stolen? Everything was of poor quality. He didn’t know much about women’s clothes, but his wife was going to be comfortable. He wouldn’t be happy unless she was.
“We’re going shopping for some pretty things,” he murmured against her neck. “A bit of silk and lace, and stockings that don’t scratch your skin.”
“For me?”
“Who else?” He was at the last button of her top. “We’ll go to town so you can pick out what you like. Patsy Tanner can order anything else. Also a wedding ring, and your bride present. We can’t forget that.”
He parted her blouse like drapes, revealing her breasts. His stomach clenched at the pearly-pink skin topped with wide rose rings. An erect nipple jutted from the center of each. He choked for a moment. She was so beautiful.
“Oh, my.”
She tried to cover herself, but he found her nipple with his mouth. He flicked the tiny nub with his tongue. She gasped, grabbed his ears, and pulled him to her. So his new wife liked that, did she? Her breast did overflow his hand. Lucky him to have such bounty.
He let his fingers trail down her ribs. She arched and trembled. He toyed with the last button, the one holding up her petticoat. He knew from removing her stockings that she had no drawers underneath. Nothing but soft, warm flesh.
A moment later the fabric dropped to the floor. He didn’t notice anything but her lush beauty drawing him to her like a bee to pollen. He knelt on the floor and kissed her belly. He cupped her ass, one cheek per hand. Again, they overflowed his palms.
Damn, he was a lucky man!
“I’m awfully big,” she whispered. “Big and tall. I’m ugly.”
“Who the hell told you that lie?” He glared up, past her rounded belly, her trembling breasts, and her jutting chin.
“My mother,” she whispered.
Maybe they had more in common than he thought. The last time his mother saw him, when he was finally fully grown, she’d looked up at him and called him a monster. She stayed married to a man who beat her, and her children, yet called him names?
“Is your mother short and skinny with a tiny waist, narrow hips, and small breasts?”
“Her breasts aren’t small, but you’re right about the rest. She’s blonde, like my younger sister. Men like women like that.”
“Not this one,” he growled.
He nibbled her downy belly. Her skin quivered. She fidgeted, moving her feet for better balance. When she widened her stance, her thighs parted enough to release a wave of her fragrance. God, how long could he stand this? He rested his forehead on her stomach, fighting for control. If he didn’t have his pants on, fully buttoned, he’d have entered her to the hilt!
“Victoria, I think you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
“You’re only saying that because you married me.”
He nosed her lower curls, inhaling the sweet perfume that soon he would taste.
“I don’t lie. Ever.”
He squeezed her cheeks, separating them with his fingers. He loved the way they sank into her flesh. It was as if her body already accepted him, and wanted more. She tensed, but relaxed when he just massaged them. He watched the emotions flashing across her face. Lust, worry, and other ones that flowed too quickly to identify. He brushed his fingers down the crack between her cheeks. Just a touch. When she didn’t pull away, he did it again, more deliberately. Slower, letting his fingers touch every part of her. The third time he scratched gently at her cavity. Her eyes widened, but she did nothing more than bite her lip.
He rewarded her by stroking her curls with a finger. Once, twice, then he sent in an exploring finger. She shifted her thighs again. Another wave of fragrance drifted up. His hands shook at the thought of her trust. He was going to show her, for the first time, the pleasure a man can give a woman. He rubbed between her legs, from her clit to her ass, and back again. She gasped and crouched slightly, giving him more space to work. No, to play.
“You like that?”
A dark flush rose from her belly. He watched it flow across her breasts, up to her face. He didn’t need a verbal answer.
“We’d be more comfortable in bed,” he said. “Would you like that?”
“Aren’t you going to take your clothes off? I want to see you.”
Blood surged to his engorged cock. He groaned in pain, and then choked a laugh. “Victoria, if I take my pants off, I’m going to come inside you so fast you’ll think marriage is just a nuisance.” He poked his tongue in her belly button when he reall
y wanted to slide his cock inside her sweet pussy. “I don’t know if you know what I’m talking about, but—”
“I know,” she whispered. “Would you take your shirt off? When I saw you this morning chopping wood, I wanted to run my hands all over your back. I like that you’re so big. All those muscles…”
She liked him? He yanked his shirt over his head, not caring that buttons popped off. He tossed it aside and held his arms out.
“You can touch me any time you want, sweetheart. Help yourself.”
He’d never called a woman an endearment in his life. Uncle Pat used to call Aunt Chrissie that sometimes, and it just flowed from his mouth. She must’ve liked it, because she leaned forward as if to kiss him. He closed his eyes, ready. But instead a hard berry tickled his lips. He eagerly sucked her nipple into his mouth and nibbled it.
“Oh, Jed,” she moaned. “I want to go to bed. Now.”
He was halfway up the stairs, Victoria in his arms, before he realized he wasn’t kneeling anymore. He strode over to the bed and gently tossed her down. She sprawled like he hoped she would. He caught a flash of pink between her thighs before she shyly closed them. He shucked his socks but, though his cock hurt like the dickens, he didn’t dare undo even the top button of his pants. He had a wife to please a few times before his best buddy could come out to play.
He knelt on the floor and reached for her ankles. She squealed when he hauled her to the edge of the mattress. She ended up with her knees either side of his hips. He gazed at her swollen, moist pussy. He touched her clit with one finger and vibrated it. She shivered.
“You know what this is?”
She shook her head. “No, but please do that again.”
“I’m going to do something even better.”
He wiggled his fingers under her ass until he held a cheek in each hand. He lifted her to his mouth and tasted her. She slammed her hands on the mattress, eyes wide.
“What are you doing?”
“Pleasuring my wife.”
He watched her closely as he separated her lips with his tongue. She gulped, leaving her mouth open to pant. He flicked her clit. She jerked so hard he almost lost hold of her.
“Want me to stop?”
“No!”
He settled in to make her scream. Concentrating on her pleasure, noticing every twitch, sigh, gasp, and tremble, was the only thing that kept him from ripping his pants off. He teased her, waiting to nip her clit until she silently begged him by thrusting against his mouth. She groaned, clenching her thighs around his face.
This was heaven. Nothing he’d ever experienced had come close to the wonder of pleasuring this woman. Her flesh was soft and swollen. His tongue easily slid from her clit, down to her slit, and in. He probed there for a moment before swooping down toward her ass and back up again. Again, and again he did it, until she was gasping and pleading.
He set her down, never letting his mouth leave her. He pressed around and over her clit while he slid a finger into her. She was so tight, so perfect, he almost came in his pants. She thrust her pussy up in a silent demand.
She was so close, he could taste the difference in her. More salty than sweet. He lapped it up, using his fingers on her clit. One finger either side, he played with her as he gently sucked her lips, pressed into her slit with his other hand, and nibbled her clit.
She gasped and reared, tight and high. A gush erupted into his mouth as she fell apart. He held her hips, drinking her first orgasm. Too soon, she collapsed, limp as wilted beet greens. He rested his forehead on her thigh, gasping air deep into his lungs.
“Oh, my,” she murmured. Her fingers found his hair. She tugged. He looked up. She didn’t let go, so he followed her direction and brought his head up. He stopped to kiss and caress her breasts, of course, until she yanked him higher. He leaned over her. She smiled into his eyes. She changed her grip from his hair to his ears.
“Can you do that again?”
She challenged and begged him at the same time. He guided one of her hands to his pants. “You ready for the main course?” He tensed when she didn’t answer right away. Would she be frightened? She was well lubricated, but so tight that he’d have to be careful.
“I want to feel good.”
She trailed her hand down his chest. When her fingers reached his pants he had to grab her before he really did explode.
“I can make both of us feel good,” he said, holding back a gasp. “You want that?”
“Yes, please!”
Chapter Eight
Victoria still couldn’t catch her breath. Jed had shown her something wonderful between her legs, using just his tongue and fingers. Now that she knew about it, she wasn’t going to go without. She felt like she’d waited twenty-one years for this moment. She couldn’t wait any longer for more.
He stood up, grimacing as if in extreme pain. He opened his first two buttons and groaned. A shiny purple head poked out. He released the other buttons and dropped his pants.
“Oh, my goodness! How did that fit in there?”
“Very painfully,” he replied. He looked down. “For a while I thought I’d bent him in half, but he looks fine.”
Jed’s hands were so big they could almost hold her breast. But it looked like his hand barely circled his cock. Though she tried desperately to avoid it, she’d seen some naked men in her life. Few were anywhere near as magnificent as Jed. None sported a cock that big.
Her mother insisted a woman could take any man as long as she relaxed enough. But how could she relax when she knew it would never fit? The first time was supposed to hurt, but she was used to pain.
“Can we get this over with quickly?”
He flinched as if she’d struck him. “Victoria, if I wanted fast I’d have been in you as soon as I dropped your last petticoat.”
She couldn’t keep her eyes off the purple head bobbing in front of her. He lay on the bed on his side, facing her. “I’m a bit frightened,” she admitted. “It’s so…”
“Big. And you’re so tight.” He stroked the side of her face with his fingertips. “I won’t hurt you, honey. We’ll take this as slow as you want.”
“But, you haven’t, um”—she waved her hand, letting him fill in the word—“in a long time.” A drop appeared from the single eye at the end of his cock. She wanted to taste it, as he’d tasted her. “Maybe if we could, ah, do what you did to me, you wouldn’t be so big.”
He jammed his eyes shut and moaned as if in pain. She cursed herself for talking and making him hurt.
“I’m not sure if you know what you said. But if I come, I won’t be as hard, and I definitely won’t have this need to take you fast and hard.” He shuddered. “You got any ideas, sweetheart?”
She knew some things, such as a man’s need to spend himself, but she’d refused to watch or learn what to do about it. Perhaps that was one lesson that would have been useful. Cecily had big breasts, and once said how much her patron enjoyed putting his cock there.
Victoria loved it when Jed touched her breasts. Why not have another part of him touch them? She rested her hand on his cock. He groaned, fell on his back, and covered his eyes with his arm.
“Help yourself,” he rasped. “Touch me anywhere, do anything you want. I’ll love it no matter what.”
Now that he was on his back, she could see all of him. His cock stuck up like the mast of a sailing boat, angling forward to catch the breeze. She grasped it. Hard, like wood, but warm. More drops emerged from his tip. She came onto her knees, leaned over, and touched her tongue to him.
“Oh, God, yes!” He grabbed the mattress with his hands, groaning.
She faintly remembered when she’d done the same thing. He wanted her to suck and lick him, just like he’d done to her. She settled herself across his thighs and leaned forward. She loved his strength. Even here, he was massive. She ran her other hand over his free arm. The muscles had defined edges and a light dusting of hair, while his cock was smooth.
She had to p
ull his cock down, like a lever, to touch her mouth to him. As soon as her lips touched him, he jerked. Though she was tall and heavy boned, he still lifted her in the air. She held tight and, once he settled, did it again. He moaned, but lay fairly still.
She shivered at the sense of power surging through her. Jed could throw her across the room with one arm, but she could hold him down with one touch of her lips.
A sheen of fluid slid down his cock, coating it and making it slippery. She dangled her breasts either side of his cock. Concentrating to make it work, she pressed her elbows against her breasts, which then pillowed his cock. She lifted up on her knees so he slid between her breasts. It dragged against her nipples, shooting a wave of need between her legs.
His eyes shot open. “Jehosaphat!”
“You like this?”
“Are you crazy?” He finally met her eyes. “I like it so much just the thought of you doing it is going to make me come!”
She looked down. Sure enough, the open tip gasped like a fish out of water. She put her hands on her breasts instead of using her elbows. She rocked back and forth, watching him disappear between her breasts, and then appear again. The thick, dark arrow pierced the space between her white flesh. Was that what it would look like if she could see his cock entering her pussy? The thought excited her. She sped up.
“Oh, that’s good, honey.” Jed rested his hands on her waist, guiding her speed.
He thrust up, harder and faster than she could move. She slowed, letting him control the action. When his cock shoved past her breasts, almost to her mouth, she caught it with her tongue. Salty and warm.
He groaned and did it again, so she dropped her head to catch him. Every time he came near her mouth, she caught him with her open mouth. He moved one hand to her head, directing and encouraging her. Not wanting to lose her power, the next time he came near she opened her mouth wide and sucked him. He jerked, growled, and gushed into her mouth. She drank him, loving that she’d made him lose control. Loving that she could bring this joy to him, a joy he’d given her.
When he sagged onto the mattress, gasping for breath, she licked the last few drops and settled by his side. His arm nestled her close, twitching every now and then. She draped her hand over his cock. It was smaller, but not by much.