by Maggie Ryan
He laughed and picked her up, carrying her the few feet to the bed, and laid her down. "And that is called the most beautiful sight in the entire universe," he said. She gazed up at him, feeling beautiful at the look in his eyes. Lifting her arms, she silently called for him to join her and when he did, she knew that the words she'd vowed were true. She would love this man until the day she died.
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Matthew's intention was to drive her wild, to have her writhing beneath him, to draw every moan, groan, whimper, and gasp from deep within her until she screamed his name and shattered in his arms. His lips brushed hers, his tongue teasing, just stroking the seam of her mouth, taking the barest dip inside when she opened for him but withdrawing as she arched up. He was not only a man with a plan, he was a man whose wife, using the same beautiful mouth he pulled his lips from, had ensured that he could remain in control for quite some time. He kissed her cheeks, her nose and her eyelids when they fluttered closed, the first soft sigh issuing when he remembered something from his childhood, bending close to bat his eyelashes against her cheek.
"Butterfly kisses," she said softly, her eyes opening, the moonlight softening, deepening the blue color, desire adding a twinkle that mimicked the stars that had appeared above them.
He kissed her forehead, stroking tendrils of her hair back as he moved down the side of her face, kissing as he went, her first moan won as he blew a puff of air into her ear before kissing behind it, his fingers, which were softly stroking down her side, feeling the tiny bumps of gooseflesh popping up as his tongue traced a spot on her neck, wetting the skin before his lips nuzzled.
"Oh, God, please…" she whimpered, her hand moving to the back of his head as he nipped and suckled, holding him close, fingers curling into his hair.
He only moved when he desired, ignoring the little tug of his hair, the slight shifting of her legs as she opened them in invitation. Oh, he'd definitely be attending the party but he had no problem being a bit late upon arriving. After all, he had no curfew and could stay as late as he desired—and he planned on staying a lifetime.
Lifting, he grinned at the hope in her eyes as she arched again, pressing her breasts up, offering them as his next stop, the rounded mounds tipped by hard little berries ripe for the picking, but he had yet to finish his appetizer course. Bending his head again, he dipped his tongue into the hollow of her throat, swirling it around as if filling his quill with ink before trailing along her collarbone, writing his love for her on her skin, punctuating his desire by licking, nibbling, kissing and nipping at her ear, her neck, her shoulder as she squirmed beneath him, her skin pebbled, her nipples tightening further, and the scent that was uniquely hers, that told of her desire for him, filling the air, his cock responding and yet he was nowhere near done. There were sounds he still wished to hear, words he craved to draw from her, parts of her skin he'd yet to taste.
"Matthew, please," she said when he next lifted his head. "I… I want you."
"You have me, Mrs. Stone, patience is a virtue," he said, again kissing her so softly, pulling back when she tried to pull him closer, to press her lips hard against his. He almost chuckled when a sound he'd not considered hearing came in the form of a soft growl.
"What was that? Were you perhaps reminding me of… let's see… what was that animal…"
"A butterfly!" she said, lifting her head, her eyelashes batting furiously.
"You might not be patient, my love, but you are definitely adorable. Nope, not a butterfly." He shook his head, turning her slightly, his hand giving her buttock a rub. "God, I so love your bare skin… ahhh…" He lowered his lips to hover above hers. "That's right, a bear. Do you think I've forgotten, my little cub? As I said, you have me… all of me for a lifetime… no need to rush unless, of course, you'd rather skip right to getting your bare bottom turned crimson?"
"No, no," she said, her hand reaching for the one that continued to stroke over the curve of her nether cheek. "No need to rush at all, Mr. Stone."
He did chuckle, giving her bottom a single swat, the sharp sound joining her mew as he took her bottom lip between his teeth, nipping it, adding that tiny bit of sting, of pain to increase her pleasure.
She began to writhe when he began to lick and kiss her breasts, circling ever closer to her puckered nipples, the tips prominent, swelling in arousal, begging for attention. He laved the sweet berry with his tongue, suckling hard, then took it between his teeth, pulling back slowly, aware of her every response as her gasp became a deep moan of intense satisfaction.
"Yes, oh… yes!"
His wife was a woman who reveled in the discovery that pain enhanced pleasure, didn't pull away, wasn't denying her need. Instead, she was welcoming his every touch, his little nips, his pushing her to embrace her sexuality, to experience all he would teach her. He moved to her other breast, suckling, kissing, licking, nipping until her legs wrapped around his waist, her back arching, her hands clutching around him.
"Please… please…" she begged.
Lifting his head, he looked up to find her eyes, smiling before he lowered his head again, kissing the valley between her breasts, then began to press tiny kisses down her torso, his hands moving to unlock her legs from around him, to hold them apart, to open her core, ready to receive him… but not yet. His tongue played in her navel, her legs jerking, every inch of her skin pebbled with gooseflesh, her hands dropping to fist in the quilt beneath her. His tongue left a glistening trail from her belly button down to her mound, the moonlight glistening on the dewdrops of her arousal that clung to the golden curls.
Long, languid strokes of his tongue opened her further, the lips of her vulva slick and the very center of her, the small hidden bud was revealed, swollen, glistening, waiting. He circled it with his tongue, no longer able to differentiate between the mews, gasps, whimpers and moans his actions pulled from her as her body trembled. Her hands moved to his head, pressing him closer, her hips lifting, and when he opened his mouth to take the entirety of her clitoris into his mouth, his tongue thrashing across the surface before suckling hard, she screamed his name to the heavens as she did indeed shatter in his arms. He shifted position, sliding his hands beneath her, cupping her bottom, lifting her as he drove himself inside while she was still contracting, her scream repeated, her legs again locking around him, her fingers digging into his buttocks.
"Yes… yes… harder… oh… oh, God!"
He drove deep, lifting her hips higher, his heavy testicles slapping against her with every entry, and every withdrawal drew a moan, a plea for his return. Lowering his head, he kissed her breasts, his teeth capturing a nipple, pulling, tugging, nipping as her head thrashed, mews of pleasure driving him on. When he felt her tense, her pussy walls tightening, he pumped harder, driving her to the point of no return, and when she screamed for the third time, his voice joined the chorus as they became one.
His kisses moved from her breasts to her lips, capturing her soft whimpers as they slowly recovered from their fall into the abyss. God, he would never tire of kissing her, of worshipping her body, of her touch, her scent, her absolute joy in their joining. He kissed her deeply, her tongue tangling with his until he felt a hand, not pulling him closer but giving him a gentle push.
"You're squishing me," she said when he finally pulled his mouth from hers.
Chuckling, he rolled to the side and then onto his back, pulling her to lie along his length. "Better?"
"I don't think I could ever feel better than I do right now. That was… wonderful."
"You are wonderful," he said, stroking down her back, his fingers playing in the hair that spilled onto his chest. After a few minutes, he adjusted her so that she lay beside him, his arm keeping her tucked closely to his side.
"Look," he said, pointing above them to the heavens that was their ceiling. "Do you see Orion?"
"Yes," she said, "just there. The stars look so close, so beautiful."
"I agree," Matthew said, giving her hair a kiss. "Orion is the h
unter of the heavens. His faithful dogs, Canis Major and Minor help guide him on his journey. Do you see Ursa Major?"
"I don't know that one, where is it?"
Pointing to the sky again, he continued. "Both the big and little dipper are part of that constellation."
"Oh, I know those," she said, nestling just a little closer, her fingers playing with the hair on his chest.
"Well, did you know that the handle of the Big Dipper is considered a bear's tail, and the dipper is his flank?"
Her fingers stopped their play as she moved her head in order to look up at him. "Hmm, no, I don't think I've ever heard that. Are you sure?"
"I'm positive." He leaned down to kiss her forehead and then lay back again. "Anyway, the point is that Orion is not only the hunter, he is the protector of those he loves. He carries his bow and arrow, always ready and yet, even as prepared as he is, he can't be always be with those he cares for." Lifting his hand again, he continued. "There is another constellation within Ursa Major called Talitha. Do you see that bluish tinged star?"
"I… oh, yes, there," Sally said, pointing again.
"Right, the brighter star which makes the front foot of the bear. Talitha means 'little girl' in Aramaic. In the Bible, the book of Mark tells a story about Talitha, a young girl whom Jesus restored to life." He paused and tightened his hold. "The point is, you are every star in my heaven, and while I will always be here to love you, sometimes I will not be right beside you. I will thank God every day for the blessings he has bestowed on me, but Sally, though I'd willingly give my life for you, I don't have the power to restore yours if some animal takes you from me… from Davy. I fear our hearts would stop beating."
He felt her shuddering and when she sat up, he did as well. He wasn't surprised when she climbed over his lap, her hands tucked beneath her cheek, her bottom pushing up, asking for what she knew she needed, accepting what he had to do.
Cries of regret and remorse filled the meadow as he spanked her. Each crack of his palm against her bare flesh echoed, none truly fading away as another took its place. There was no need to lecture, both understood why they were there. He didn't hesitate, didn't slow, didn't lessen the strokes… each one driving a lesson home, a lesson that hopefully she'd never forget. A lesson that could keep her with him for a lifetime. A lifetime he intended to spend making sure she knew she was loved. He spanked until he'd covered every inch of both of her plump buttocks, and then the heavens accepted her sharper cries as he moved to paint her tender sit-spots the color of the setting sun. Only then did he rub her hot nates, only then did he pull her up, cradling her in his arms as her tears fell onto his chest.
When she calmed, her sobs becoming sniffles, she lifted her face to his. "Thank you," she said softly. Bending to kiss her, he tasted the salt of her tears.
She smiled when he pulled away to brush the tears from her cheeks. Turning, she looked up and said, "You can't see her now, but there is another constellation that I've always loved, though her story isn't as nice." Returning her gaze to him, she continued. "Cassiopeia might have been a vain queen but that's not why I love her. I love her because she sits in a rocking chair and that is how I want to be one day. Sitting on our porch when we are old and gray, rocking side by side as we watch our grandchildren play."
"Until then, I promise to rock you in my arms," Matthew said, doing exactly that until she moaned and whispered, "I need you. Make love to me." Rolling her onto her back, he obeyed until once again their cries of ecstasy shot into the air to join the stars.
Chapter Eighteen
A rustling brought Matthew instantly awake, his hand moving towards his holster even as he scanned his surroundings. Finding the source of the noise, his hand changed direction, pulling the quilt a bit higher, tucking it around his sleeping wife. He lifted a hand to the two women, silently thanking them as Anna set down a rather large wicker basket and Charity quickly prepared a fresh pot of coffee, setting it on a rock in the fire to heat. At their softly whispered, "Goodbye," he smiled and closed his eyes, savoring the warmth of Sally's flesh against his.
They'd not fallen asleep until the moon had made a wide arc across the sky, making love again and again until both were too sated to move. Though he'd considered rising to stir the embers of the fire into flame, he'd decided the warmth it would provide was nothing compared to the heat they'd created with their bodies.
He didn't awaken again until Sally stirred. The moment her eyes opened, he bent to kiss her. "Good morning, Mrs. Stone."
"Good morning, Mr. Stone," she said softly, giving a soft moan.
"Yeah, sleeping on the ground isn't as easy as it used to be," he said with a chuckle, pulling her to lie on top of him.
"It's not the ground, it's the fact that you, sir, loved me quite thoroughly last night. I'm not sure I'll ever move again." Her statement was belied instantly as his hands drifted beneath the covers to cup her bottom and she wiggled. She gave another moan as his fingers massaged her bare flesh.
Matthew grinned and moved his hands to her hips, pulling her down a bit until her eyes widened, his erection pressing against her tummy. She squirmed like a little snake, moving down his body until she lifted up to sit, the quilt falling from her to reveal her naked form, her knees straddling his thighs, her hand reaching for his rapidly lengthening erection.
He cupped her plump nether globes, lifting her from his thighs. "I seem to recall a certain capricious cowgirl mentioning something about her excellent equestrian skills. Time to ride, my love."
She smiled as he positioned her, guiding his cock to her entrance.
She made the most beautiful sounds and this one was no different. It wasn't a moan or a groan but a combination of the two, a deep purr with a sharp edge as her body stretched to accept him as he lowered her slowly while pushing up with his hips until she'd taken every inch of him.
"Oh, God," she said, her hands planted on his thighs behind her, her back arching as she threw her head back. He could feel the tickle of her hair as it brushed across his hands that still held her ass, and his legs where he could feel the grip of her fingers. Her nipples were swelling as he watched, the color darkening as they puckered. His cock twitched inside its own heaven, her cream surrounding him, slicking his shaft as she began to move.
She rose up and down, slowly at first and then faster. He let her set her own pace, his heart beating a bit faster as her breasts bounced and swayed until he absolutely had to touch them, to stroke his thumbs across her nipples, earning him a softly whispered, "yes." Rolling the tight buds, he played as she posted up and down, and when he pinched them between his fingers, she rocked back, stilling for an instant and then mewling, bending forward, silently asking for a repeat of the pain that had caused her pussy to spasm around his shaft.
"Touch yourself," he ordered softly. "I want to watch you come. Play with your clit." A sharper tug on her right nipple had her gasping and as his other hand reached forward, moving to pull her hand off his leg and guide it in between hers, she bit her bottom lip but nodded. "Good girl." His hand returned to play with her breasts as hers began to play between her legs. It was his turn to moan when her fingers encircled his cock where it entered her body, holding him gently as she continued her ride, lifting and lowering slowly, rocking back and forth until her need overcame her reluctance and her fingers released him to drop to her clit.
Matthew felt his cock jerk as she gasped, her eyes closing at the pleasure she was experiencing even as she gave him the gift of pleasure as well.
"Open your eyes," he said. "I want you to keep them on mine as you make yourself come." Her face flushed as she obeyed and he shook his head. "No, don't think, just feel. God, I've never seen anything as beautiful. I love you, Sally, and I love watching you. Come for me. Come with me." She nodded, her eyes clearing of the embarrassment he'd seen as she moved her fingers and he rolled her nipples again, lifting his hips to bury himself deeper, both moving faster until she screamed, her hard contractions gripping him, m
ilking him until he poured his essence into her. Holding her close when she collapsed to lie on his chest, her breaths coming in short pants, her core continuing to shudder as her climax continued to roll through her. Their hearts beat as one as they slowly recovered.
"Hmmm, what's that smell?" she asked, lifting her head.
"Honey, when two people make love, they are gifted with the aroma of pure ambrosia…"
Her giggle cut him off, her hair brushing his chest as she shook her head. "Funny, I never knew that… um, aroma… smelled exactly like coffee." He chuckled as she bent forward to kiss him. "What a sweet man, getting up and making coffee while his bride slept."
"As much as I'd like to take credit, I promise I haven't moved from this bed since we fell into it last night."
"Really?" Turning her head, she looked towards the fire ring. "Then how…"
"Oh, I do seem to recall seeing a couple of wood nymphs coming from the forest."
"Wood nymphs?" she said and then her eyes opened wide. "Are you telling me that… that someone came up here while we were… while I was naked!"
"Nope, I said wood nymphs," Matthew corrected, moving to sit up. "And I assure you that if they saw anything, it was only the top of your head, as the rest of you was buried beneath the quilt."
"Still," she said, looking around as if expecting to see the meadow filled with eyes. "I need to dress."
"Oh no," he said, shaking his head. "Last night we discussed how we felt like the only people on earth, made love beneath the heavens. Today, young lady, you will remain as naked as Eve."
"Matthew, I can't!"
He moved her off his lap and stood, pulling her up to stand as naked as the day she'd been born. "Yes, you can. Unlike most newlyweds, we have a son who will be with us. Today, though, belongs to us, and I plan on spending every moment of it looking at my beautiful, naked little wife." He swatted her bottom and then kissed her thoroughly. When he released her, she smiled.