A Winning Hand

by Maria Lake

  “Hurt you? No my wife, that is the piece of me that shall finally fully marry us. It is how husbands and wives love each other- deeply and passionately. All those feelings that you had that drew you to my bed last night, those strange clenching sensations that caused your body to throb and shudder while I spanked you, all that love that is there inside you, all of that is going to be released when we are together.”

  “So it won't hurt?”

  “Can't say there won't be a quick jolt of pain, but I'll do my best to make sure I've readied you properly, and I'll try to take you in one fast motion to make things better for you. Now, kiss me again, and I'll show you how much better it is without clothing.”

  Josie leaned into him, her arms around her husband's broad neck, her firm breasts lifting up against his powerful chest. Sam's member throbbed against her middle, but she couldn’t fear him, not as he covered her in a loving embrace, caressing her, murmuring his love for her.

  Carefully, he laid her down on their bed, but instead of climbing on top of her, he lifted her legs up, and knelt down between them. She could not fathom how he was to enter her if her legs were resting over his shoulders, but in a moment she no longer cared to think at all, as Sam's tongue darted out and licked her somewhere so brazen she could never have imagined it, not even in her naughtiest dreams. A few licks more, and she was bucking wildly against her husband's mouth. A few more, and she was breathing oddly, low moans escaping with each uneven breath. But instead of releasing her, Sam just mouthed her deeper, slurping against her as if he was drinking her. The noises she was making could have raised the dead, but stopping was the last thing in the world that she wanted to do. Sam kept at her and kept at her as she cried out his name over and over and over again.

  “There,” he said, looking at her with fire in his eyes. “That didn't hurt, did it?”

  “That was the best thing I've ever felt in my whole life,” she said. “Is that what it will feel like for you when I kiss him for you?”

  Sam nodded. “But not tonight. Right now you're ready for him, and I've been waiting a long time for this.”

  “Really?”

  Sam grinned. “You don't know how bad I've wanted you, Josie.”

  “But you always kept so distant, you never seemed like you--”

  “I wanted you so bad Josie, I ached for you. But I couldn’t let myself go. Not until we were properly wed. And now,” Sam said. “I think we're ready for the final act of marriage.”

  Josie's legs were still splayed apart, and he settled himself right between them.

  Sam looked right at her eyes as he stroked the side of her face. “It shouldn’t hurt if you stay nice and relaxed like this.”

  Josie nodded. She was ready. More than anything in the world, she wanted her husband inside her, and she was past worrying about it hurting. The way she felt after Sam kissing her between her legs- why it was like she was floating along on a lovely cloud.

  She reached for him, holding his head to hers, so she could let her kisses tell him how much she loved him.

  She closed her eyes, feeling warm, safe and loved as Sam spread her legs wide and entered.

  Suddenly, Josie yelped and scratched as his back.

  “What's wrong?” Sam asked, releasing her. “Did I hurt you? His hand immediately went to stroke her where her maidenhead had been. Carefully he handled her, gently petting her and asking where it hurt.

  Relaxing under his attention, Josie luxuriated in her husbands touch before explaining that it wasn't between her legs where she felt pained.

  “If not there, then what could have made you cry out like that?”

  “My bottom,” she said, blushing. “It's still sore from yesterday.”

  “And it'll stay sore for a few days. Should we wait until then to be fully married?”

  “No,” Josie replied, firmly shaking her head. She could not go another night without being fully his, without making him fully hers.

  “You're certain?”

  “Yes,” she said quietly, but with determination, “and I want you to keep going until things are done.”

  “Well, if you're sure about it, I don't need much convincing,” he said plainly. “And if it's your bottom that's hurting, maybe that'll keep you from feeling pain in other places.” And with that, Sam returned to his position over her.

  A fast, hard thrust drove her back down into the mattress again. Another yelp, and Josie found herself springing upward, colliding against her husband.

  “There you go,” he said. “Enough of that and you'll be too focused on other things to remember about your bottom.”

  Josie could scarcely believe him as her bottom burned each time it was pressed to the mattress, but a few more thrusts and Sam proved to be right. The burn from her bottom caused Josie to buck wildly against him, increasing their contact with each other. That burn turned to an aching throb that soon tore through her body.

  Her whimpers turned from sounds of pain to sounds of need. As big as her husband was, she needed him, she needed all of him, and she needed him so deep within her that she was crying for more of him.

  Now, her bottom was barely even touching the mattress, as she wrapped her legs tightly around Sam's middle. Each time he lifted up, he lifted her with him, so tightly were her legs hugging him.

  “There you go, Josie,” he said, his large hands now cradling her bottom, holding her close to him.

  The feel of his rough hands on her sore nether cheeks, the feel of his hot body burning against hers, as he continued to ride her- possessing, claiming, taking her as his own wife-- it was too much for her. Her breath turned to a fierce panting that was soon matched by his.

  And when she could no longer control her breath, a terrible trembling ripped through her body. She no longer felt the mattress, she only felt her husband, felt all of him, as she gave her body over to him and to the pleasure he was giving her.

  Their voices nothing but moans, Sam continued to press inside her until she felt something deep inside clench tighter than it had during the spanking, and a sudden lightheaded release. As she was marveling over it, another clench tightened, even more violent than the first.

  “My Josie,” Sam moaned as he let out a mighty groan. As he shuddered against her, Josie felt a sudden flood inside her body. It was a warm wonderful feeling as Sam's seed bathed her where she was hottest, soothing her joyously ravaged body.

  “My wife,” Sam said, taking her parted lips against his own. “My dear Josie.”

  Epilogue: One year later

  “Should we wish her a happy birthday?” Josie whispered, gently stroking the newborn babe.

  Sam put his arm around her. “She's a beautiful foal.”

  “Spots going to be okay?”

  “It was a hard birth, but she's one strong mama. Might need to help her take care of baby until she gets her strength back.”

  Josie nodded. “Motherhood is a lot of work.”

  “Worried?” Sam asked, his hand protectively stroking her belly. It was only a small swell so far, but he couldn't wait for it to grow bigger. Son or daughter, it didn't matter- this little one was going to be perfect. And the perfect start to growing their family. They had a nice big ranch house with plenty of bedrooms to fill with a happy brood.

  “How could I worry when I have you?” she asked, kissing him on top of his head. “I've never met a more honest or loving man.”

  “Maybe we should go get ourselves washed up, and then we can see if I deserve that description. Seeing as how the midwife said we could, and all.”

  Josie colored. She was still adjusting to her changing body, but the midwife had said that it was important to still be close as husband and wife.

  “Let's both make sure Spots and her baby are okay, and then you can make sure that this mama-to-be is okay.”

  Sam nodded, as he sat on the wooden bench and pulled his wife onto his lap. “Sounds about right except for that last part.”

  “You aren't going to check t
o make sure I'm okay?” Josie asked, pretending to pout.

  “What kind of a husband would I be if it was only okay? Not when I've got a wife who deserves to be showered with kisses.”

  And then, with more passion than she expected for a man who'd been roused from his bed in the middle of the night, Sam proceeded to show Josie exactly how he felt toward his wife.

  -- The End--

  Note from Maria Lake: Thank you for reading! I have more Western romance stories in the works, so please follow along on Amazon for more!