Only Love Heals A Heart: Steamy Historical Romance

by Gray, Jessica

  “Oh God, Agnieska, you’re doing a fantastic job. Rub my balls, but carefully,” he said.

  The dirty talking caused a wave of heat in her body and she felt her folds becoming even slicker. She fondled his balls like he’d instructed her, never letting go of his ever-growing member in her mouth that seemed to possess the hardness of steel beneath the soft skin.

  She’d never thought she could enjoy such an outright scandalous practice, but she did. Every time she sucked him deep into her mouth, her own arousal grew and she was about to explode from the sheer pleasure of pleasing him. All too soon, though, he pulled her off and pressed her backwards.

  “You need to stop this right now or I’ll come all over you,” he groaned, pressing her naked body flush against his. The idea of watching his hot semen spewing out and rubbing her hands into the sticky liquid aroused her even more. At the same time she was too shy to suggest something so outrageous that she hadn’t even heard other women whisper about it.

  Stan, though, didn’t give her any time to ponder her thoughts, because moments later she felt his big hand delving between her thighs. Automatically, she opened her legs for him and purred like a content cat. The rawness down there had healed days ago and she cherished the anticipation of his fingers – and later his member – entering her.

  “You are gorgeous,” he murmured as his mouth nibbled on her earlobes. The sensation made her want to jump out of her skin and she screamed out with pleasure the moment his thumb grazed her clit. It took only a few moments until she exploded into a shivering, screaming and moaning mess of tingling nerve endings.

  But Stan wouldn’t let up. He kept teasing her with his hand, drawing out her orgasm until she thought she couldn’t possibly survive a single second longer.

  “Stan, please, stop. I can’t take it anymore,” she pleaded with him.

  “Wait and see, my sweetheart,” he chuckled, but thankfully removed his thumb from the throbbing nub between her thighs – but only to close his lips over her nipple and attack her in other pleasurable ways. She gasped as the subsiding pleasure waves built up again, rolling over her, driving her out of her mind.

  So much that she didn’t remember how she’d come to sit on top of him, his hands gripping her hips and slowly lowering her onto his incredibly hard length. Again, she screamed out from the intense sensations attacking her body when he buried himself inside of her to the hilt. “Please… ohohohoh!”

  “Please what?” Stan withdrew and then ever so slowly slid back inside her until he was buried deep and his balls were pressed up against her ass. Agnieska moaned and rubbed her core back and forth against the blonde hair covering his crotch.

  “Don’t stop,” she moaned and writhed while he moved her up until he withdrew almost entirely from her sheath. And down again. He continued the slow, constant caresses, making her go crazy. It wasn’t enough. “I need more. Harder.”

  He chuckled. “And here I thought you couldn’t take any more.”

  She felt the heat flushing her body from head to toe, no doubt making her pale skin shine in bright red. “Oh my… but that was… before… oh… before you filled me up… oh… I think I’m going to pass out.”

  “Oh no, you won’t.” He removed one of his hands from her hips and pinched her nipple. Hard. An exquisite pain shot through her, making her acutely aware of everything going on inside her body. The mounting pleasure, the throbbing, the craving, the need for more.

  She wasn’t sure what her body needed, but it craved something it wasn’t getting and she tightened her legs around him, her hands clutching at his shoulders. But he stubbornly kept teasing her with long and slow movements, when what she really wanted was for him to pound into her like a maniac. She decided to take things into her own hands and bent forward, dangling her breast into his face. The new position pressed his hard length against the sensitive spot deep inside of her, sky-rocketing the pressure that needed release.

  “Please, Stan, take me harder,” she moaned as he lapped his tongue in circles around her nipples, setting her already aching body on fire. His hands cupped her ass and pressed her deeper onto him. But it still wasn’t enough. “More. More.”

  The next long movement, sliding her all the way up his hard length, made her gasp in shock when cold air hit her heated folds. The feeling of complete fullness was suddenly lost. With every ounce of strength she had, she pushed down on him, ignoring the resistance of his hands wanting to keep it slow and tender.

  “Let me,” she hissed out and rode up and down his hard length like the frantic bunnies she’d observed as a child. Faster and faster, slamming down on him until he finally pounded into the secret spot deep inside of her with a brutal pressure that was just at the edge of making her weep with pain.

  With another orgasm just a few seconds away, she clasped his face and said, “I love you, Stan.”

  “I love you more,” he said, sending her over the edge with one final thrust.

  Agnieska’s body exploded around him, her vision going dark and a roaring sound filling her ears as she was flung into paradise. With every convulsion of her inner muscles she could feel him getting bigger until he finally pressed even deeper inside of her and came with an animalistic howl of relief.

  “God, woman. You’ll be the death of me,” he murmured much later when she lay collapsed on his chest, his softening length still warm inside of her.

  “I hope not.” She giggled and raised her head to look into his wonderful blue eyes that were so full of love and joy.

  The sound of the hens in the yard going wild because nobody had been out to feed them or collect the eggs yet finally roused them from the bed. They dressed, taking time to exchange kisses and little touches, but they eventually made it downstairs to attend to the daily chores.

  Chapter 26

  Late in the evening, after catching up with their daily chores, Stan washed up outside at the well. For the first time since Jarek’s death he whistled and a broad grin spread across his face as he spied Agnieska’s silhouette moving about the kitchen through the window.

  Despite the loss of his leg he was happier than ever before in his life. All because he loved her. And she loves me.

  But then a sobering thought entered his mind. What if she didn’t love him, but was only using him as a substitute for Jarek, the twin she’d once preferred? Jealousy at the man who’d been his other self for a quarter of a century threatened to slice his heart into pieces.

  Nausea overcame him as he imagined Agnieska, naked, riding on top of his brother. Or at least her imagining that he wasn’t indeed Stan, but Jarek. Jarek had been so much more popular with the girls, despite sharing identical looks with Stan. But Jarek possessed a pleasant character, a down-to-earth, calm and friendly demeanor, and had served as the only anchor keeping brooding, hot-tempered, volatile Stan grounded.

  He tried to replay every single moment of this morning’s lovemaking with Agnieska. Had she really called out Stan’s name, or had he heard only what he wanted to hear? The uncertainty drove him crazy and he rushed to the shed to don a clean shirt before entering the kitchen.

  She stood with her back to him at the stove, cooking their dinner. He so wanted to believe her love for him was true.

  “I need to talk to you.”

  She spun around, her eyes full of fear. “What happened?”

  “It’s nothing bad.” Maybe. “It’s just, tell me about you and Jarek?”

  “Jarek? Why?”

  “I need to know.”

  She sighed and moved the pot to the side of the stove before she walked over to the table and sank down on one of the chairs. “It’s been such a long time. I was sixteen. He was my hero. Handsome, intelligent, tender. I fell hard for him. But you know that because you were there.”

  He scrutinized her face for hidden traces that she was still in love with his dead brother. “Do you… do you miss him?” he asked with a feeble voice.

  “Miss him? Yes.”

  He held his breat
h.

  “But not because I still love him. I miss him the way I miss my sister and my friends.”

  He blew out a sigh of relief. “So you’re not in love with him anymore?”

  Agnieska locked eyes with him and he had the eerie feeling she could look right into his soul and uncover his darkest fears. She smiled, putting her soft and tiny hand on his. “What exactly are you afraid of, Stan?”

  “Me? I’m not afraid.”

  “Liar.” She rubbed her thumb against the rough skin on the back of his hand.

  “Alright, I am afraid. I can’t live with the idea that you love me only because I look like him.”

  “Stan, darling.” She got up and sat on his lap, taking his chin in her hand and forcing him to look into her eyes. “Don’t be stupid. I love you because you are Stan. I admit that in the beginning I compared you to Jarek quite often. But that stopped after a few days. The Jarek I knew was a boy. But you… you are a man. A very handsome man.” She paused for a moment and added, “Nobody knows what would have happened if Hitler hadn’t invaded Poland and started this awful war. Jarek might still be alive. But then, neither you nor I would be the people we have since become. The war and our experiences have shaped us and while we weren’t a good fit for each other back then, I think we go well together now.”

  Stan wanted to weep at her wonderful declaration of love, but since he was a man, he tamped down the vulnerable emotions. Instead he kissed her on her wonderful, luscious lips and murmured against her mouth, “I love you so much.”

  He took his time, savoring the intimate contact. His hands slid to her waist and from there slowly beneath the edge of her blouse. Sliding upward he encountered her bare breasts, her nipples standing at attention and he couldn’t help but groan as pleasure streaked through his groin.

  “Agnieska. Love. You are so beautiful,” he murmured, his hands fondling her breasts and his dick straining against the confinement of his pants, wanting to be inside of her.

  “Not here,” she whispered with heated cheeks that made her all the more desirable.

  “Nobody will see us.”

  “But it’s not right. We shouldn’t…” Reluctantly he removed his hands from under her blouse and she leaned her back against his chest. “We really shouldn’t…”

  “Shouldn’t what?” he asked, nibbling at her earlobe.

  Heat flushed her neck, ears and cheeks and she writhed on his lap. “Shouldn’t enjoy this so much?”

  He stopped in his tracks and broke out into laughter. “Why on earth shouldn’t we enjoy making out? Isn’t that the whole purpose of it? That I make you scream with pleasure?”

  Her face took on the color of beet, any brighter and she could serve as an alarm signal. “No… no… that… that was scandalous.”

  Stan didn’t believe his ears. “What are you talking about?”

  “It’s just that a decent woman wouldn’t… you know… do all those things we did… and she definitely never would… put her mouth on…”

  “My dick?” He said, amused by the expression of utter shock in her face. “Who told you that a decent woman doesn’t suck a man’s dick?”

  “Stan, please!” she hissed.

  “I liked it. A lot. And I’ll show you exactly how arousing it is to have my tongue on your pussy.”

  She squirmed on his lap, apparently undecided whether she was embarrassed or turned on by his dirty talking. After a long silence she said, “That’s exactly what I’m talking about. I was raised in a very traditional way and until you, all I knew about these things was that it was a wife’s duty to please her husband in bed.”

  “You’re a fast study, sweetheart. You’re pleasing me very, very much.” He caressed her shoulder, wanting to show her all the ways he could bring her pleasure, but restraining himself so as not to add to her pricks of conscience.

  “But it isn’t right.”

  “Sweetheart, I understand you were raised to think sex is merely a chore and not something a woman would enjoy, but I assure you, there’s nothing wrong in what we did. Don’t you believe that I enjoy making love to you so much more when you’re responsive than if you’d be lying there like a rag doll overcome with guilt and shame?”

  She looked at him slightly doubtful. “Is this true? Does it make a difference for you?”

  He bit back a chuckle. “It makes a hell of a difference. I’d say it’s like comparing bland potatoes to one of your delicious potato stews.”

  “Hmm…” she murmured and he could see the wheels spinning in her head, trying to process their conversation.

  “What else do you want to know?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her.

  “Have you done this before? Slept with a woman?” she finally asked with a soft voice, barely above a whisper.

  Stan nodded. “Living with the partisans in the woods, it was all we talked and dreamed about. There were always enough willing women offering themselves, but it was never love. It was always business. I had no idea that sex was a million times better if the heart’s involved.”

  “So you don’t think I’m a harlot?” she whispered.

  “You? A harlot? Agnieska, you’re anything but. The women offering themselves to any and all of the partisans, they were harlots. But you were still a virgin until a few weeks ago.”

  She leaned back, snuggling against his chest, but he could tell she was still upset.

  “Should we have dinner?” he finally asked and she nodded, getting up from his lap and putting the pot back on the stove again.

  As he watched her aptly working in the kitchen, he started to worry about her. Her status as a Jew and a single woman offered her little to no protection. Both his friends and Malgorzata had offered the solution.

  Marriage.

  He’d never seen himself as a married man, and he’d certainly not considered himself deserving of a wonderful woman like Agnieska. He had nothing to offer her, except for his devotion and his name. Stan could turn around the issue as he liked, but there was only one way.

  “Marry me,” he blurted out.

  “What?” She dropped the dirty plates into the sink and spun around, her eyes wide with surprise.

  He walked over to her, took her hands in his own and said, “I can’t kneel down, I don’t have a ring and my farm might soon belong to the state. All I can offer you are my name and my protection.”

  Doubt flashed in her eyes. “You’re not doing this because your friends said I needed the protection of a Christian husband?”

  “No. Maybe. Alright, I normally wouldn’t have proposed so soon.” This was more difficult than he’d expected. Shouldn’t any woman be grateful when a man offered her his hand in marriage? Then he remembered that she didn’t want to be protected, subdued. She wanted to stand on her own two feet and he’d given her all the wrong reasons for his proposal.

  “I’m sorry. I was trying to explain to you the rational side, when my feelings for you are anything but rational. I love you and I need you. Before you showed up on my porch I was lost. Depressed. Unhappy. Many times I asked myself whether it was even worth living another day.”

  She opened her mouth and he laid a gentle finger over her lips. “Let me finish, please?”

  “But everything changed with you. You gave me a reason to live. To be happy again. To work on controlling my temper. To be the best man I can be. For you. My first thought in the morning is about you, as is my last thought before falling asleep at night, and all my thoughts in between.” He smiled. “Agnieska Soban, will you make me the happiest man on earth by agreeing to marry me?”

  Agnieska looked at him and then she touched his cheek. “You really love me?”

  “With all of my heart. Please say yes.”

  “Yes, yes I will marry you. I was so lost before coming here. I didn’t think I’d ever feel safe again. I felt so alone…”

  “You’ll never be alone as long as I’m here,” he said in a trembling voice, unable to hide his emotions and then he wrapped her into
his arms. He dipped his head and took her lips with his own. The tender kiss quickly evolved into a meeting of teeth and tongues and Stan felt his loins spring to life.

  Chapter 27

  Agnieska’s head swirled with emotions and Stan’s kiss added butterflies in her stomach to the mix. The delirious joy she felt had the same effect as alcohol, taking away her inhibitions and making her bold. By now she knew the hard rod pressing against her stomach was indeed a sign of how much he desired her and that he’d soon take her to peaks of unprecedented pleasure if she let him.

  She loved the way he made her body buzz, but she still doubted that sleeping with him was right. Oblivious to her moral dilemma, Stan’s hands skimmed down her back, squeezing her butt for a moment before returning up caressing her hips, her waist, the side of her breasts.

  A bolt of intense desire attacked her, making her knees go wobbly and she all but clung to his chest for purchase.

  “Stan?” she murmured.

  “You want to go upstairs and celebrate our betrothal?” His insistent hand had worked its way beneath her blouse and she shuddered at the goosebumps he stirred on her heated skin.

  “I want… but… don’t you think we should get married first?”

  His hand stopped cold, leaving her aching for the gritty feel of his rough skin across hers.

  “You want us to go into town and get married right now? We can pick this back up when we return,” he asked with a loving smile on his face. The prospect of getting into town was scaring the hell out of her and she shook her head in fear.

  “So, I’ll go and sleep in the shed,” he said, disappointment evident in his voice.

  “Wait, you don’t have to…” Agnieska didn’t want him to leave. Wanted to stay wrapped up in his arms. Sleep by his side all night and wake up in his arms. “Can’t you come up and we just kiss?”

  He chuckled. “As if that would work. No, sweetheart, my memory of what happens when we are kissing on your bed is still too fresh to believe that for one moment either one of us could hold back.”