Rose (Wildflowers Of Montana Book 1)

by Vanessa Vale

  No man had touched her before. I knew this from hearing the small sounds of surprise and longing that escaped her throat. I found the corner of her mouth, kissed her there, her cheek, her ear. "No. You're not my kitten right now," I whispered, my lips feather light on the delicate swirl of her ear. "You're my little wildcat."

  She would fight me in everything, feel as if I'd corralled her like a wild filly, of that I had no doubt, but it would be quite the journey, this discovery of how it should be. But none of this was a concern for tonight. Tonight I would make her mine, show her the pleasure that could be found in being my wife. I'd show her the passion that was within her and give her a way to let it out, for there was no better outlet for her intense, wild nature than fucking.

  "I don't know why I even thought to make you mine in a bed. I'm taking you, Rose, right here, right now. You want to be free, kitten. I'll set you free." My voice was gruff, my breathing deep, my need too great to wait a moment longer.

  I stepped back just a sufficient amount so I could undo her blouse, but the buttons were too small for my large fingers. Ridiculous little buttons! I took hold of the two sides and tugged, the material parting easily.

  "Chance," she moaned.

  Buttons went flying into the darkness. I stripped the blouse off her readily enough, letting it fall to the grass at our feet.

  "What the hell is this?" I asked, running my fingers over the white fabric wrapped about her torso. It was bright in the moonlight and it appeared as if she were a mummy from clavicle to navel.

  Rose's head lowered, ran a palm over the material. "I...I don't wear a corset."

  "That is plain to see." I tugged at the snug material but could not find a way to remove it. "What I don't understand is its purpose."

  "It keeps my...my bosom minimized."

  My fingers paused at her words. For a small woman I always assumed she was petite everywhere—that her breasts were small and pert. I had dreams about her breasts and how they'd feel in my palms. What she was sharing though was a surprise and I couldn't wait to unwrap her, quite literally in fact, like a Christmas present.

  "How the hell do you take it off?"

  Her hands went to her left hip, where I could discern a small knot. I fumbled briefly, but it came undone and the length of soft cotton fell and circled around behind her. Intrigued and fascinated, I picked up the tail end and pulled, which required Rose to spin around. It was like undoing a frayed end of a knitted sweater, pulling and pulling until it was just a pile of yarn. In this case, Rose circled around like a top, slowly, for I was enjoying the idea of unwrapping my wife until the last of the long strip was in my hand and she was bare from the waist up. Instead of turning to face me, she gave me her back, with her arms up to cover herself.

  Her skin was so pale in the moonlight, a gleaming white, and her fair hair seemed dark in comparison. I could see the shadow of the long line of her spine. She would not turn and I smiled inwardly at the modest action of such an unbridled woman. A moment ago she'd been shouting at me, furious, and now she was quiet and demure. Stepping up to her, I placed my hands on her shoulders, which caused her to stiffen briefly, and slid her long hair so it rested over one shoulder. I couldn't help but kiss the elegant line of her neck. The scent of her skin was intoxicating, sweet and floral. It was a fragrance I would never forget.

  I felt the frantic beating of her pulse beneath my lips and I kissed along that vertical path that ran up to her jaw and down to the juncture with her shoulder. Beneath my fingertips, her skin was silky soft, and I felt gooseflesh rise as I worked down her upper arms and over her crossed forearms. It was a warm night and I knew it was my touch that brought them about, not a chill. Holding each wrist gently, I lowered her hands to her sides as my lips kissed along her right shoulder. From my vantage point, I could see the full, plump swells of her breast and nipples so dark in contrast. Her quick breaths had them moving and I couldn't help the groan that escaped.

  I had to touch them, weigh them, feel them, for they were so unlike my fantasy. They were more.

  "Why do you hide these, kitten? They are perfection."

  Wrapping my arms about her, I cupped her breasts in my hands—they weren't small at all but a perfect handful—and her head fell back against my chest.

  "Because...oh, Chance, that's...um—" She licked her lips.

  "Why?" I asked again, pleased to see she was so responsive. I ran my thumbs lightly over the plump nipples and reveled in how they tightened into perfect little tips.

  "Because they make me too curvaceous."

  That was most certainly true. For her petite frame, they were quite bountiful.

  "And because it was too uncomfortable to ride otherwise," she added.

  The long strip of fabric was a practicality. Instead of lifting and enhancing a woman's curves like a corset did, Rose's solution allowed her to complete tasks on the ranch that would have been inhibited by plush endowments. A lush figure would also draw the unwanted male attention. For that alone, I was thankful for her inventiveness. It had hid her assets remarkably well until I, her husband, discovered them.

  "I think you will enjoy having them unbound."

  Taking each nipple between my thumb and forefinger, I tugged and listened to her moan. It was a combination of a cry and an exhale, yet it made my cock grow thicker and my hips shift into her lower back. I couldn't deny myself any longer. Grabbing her hips, I spun her about and lowered to my knees so I had the perfect view of those secret curves.

  They glowed in the moonlight, perfect teardrop shapes, her nipples tight and furled. I only had to move my head a few inches to take one into my mouth, the tip firm against my tongue. Her small hands tangled in my hair, pulling me in, holding me in place. I sucked and laved one perfect nipple with my mouth, tasting her sweet illicit flesh, my palm cupping the other as my fingers working the nipple. I heard her moans, felt her fast breathing against my mouth, and could feel her frantic heartbeat beneath my palm.

  "Chance, oh!"

  I let my hands roam, up and down her sleek back, around her waist, but her skirt was an impediment. I fiddled with the closure then let the fabric drop and pool at her feet as I switched to suckle at her other breast.

  Sitting back on my heels, I took in the sight of her, from her boot covered feet, her stockings and those pretty ribbons that held them up, a small bit of creamy thigh that was exposed below her white drawers, the small indent of her navel, her full breasts, dainty collarbones, slim neck, plump lips, and then...eyes that were wild with the blurry haze of her first arousal.

  "You're so beautiful, kitten."

  She shook her head, a long tendril slipping over her shoulder to brush over her nipple. I felt jealously toward a wayward curl. One of her arms came up to cover her breasts.

  I shook my head. "Oh, no. You're mine now. There's no hiding yourself from me. I'll know all your secrets." I took the hand she used to cover herself and placed it on my shoulder so she could balance as I took off her boots. "There's just one more secret, kitten." I then tugged at the small ribbon at her waist, letting the loose fabric drop to the ground.

  I felt her fingernails did into my shoulder through my shirt. Her pussy—fuck—she was perfection. It was dark, too dark to discern her pretty pink folds, but I could see the hair that guarded it was the same pale color as on her head.

  My release tingled at the base of my spine and I knew if I pulled my cock from my pants it would all be over. She was a virgin and needed to be ready. “Fearful” or “nervous” or “modest” were not adjectives I'd use to describe a woman who was primed for a good fucking. It was my job to get her ready. And so I did what I'd longed to do; I lowered my head to taste her.

  "Chance! What are you doing?" Instead of her fingers gripping me, she pushed at my shoulders, stunned by my very forward gesture. I'd only touched her with my nose before I was shoved back onto my heels.

  "I'm going to eat your pretty pussy. Hang on." Wrapping one arm behind her knee, I lifted her leg
and placed it over my shoulder so she was wide open for me. She might fight me in this, but I would win. With the tip of one finger, I ran over her slit with the lightest of touches, forward and back, finding her slick and hot, before parting her plump lower lips and finding her clit. There!

  I lowered my head again, this time I flattened my tongue and laved her in the path my finger took, ending with a small flick over her hard nub. Now when she called out my name it was for a completely different reason. Her hips bucked and I wrapped an arm about her hip, my palm gripping her lush ass and holding her securely in place.

  Her taste was mouthwatering. Sweet, yet unlike anything I'd ever tasted. It was Perfectly Rose, and I was addicted. Her flesh was hot and wet and scalding against my tongue and the way she responded, the way she tensed and tugged at my hair as I flicked her bundle of nerves had me eager to find out her responses when I was buried deep within her. First, she would come. I would watch her as she found her first pleasure and would drink down every drop of her essence.

  With my free hand, I found her untried opening and slowly slid a finger in. Instantly, her inner walls clamped down, holding it in place. She was tight, so fucking tight and that was just my finger. She would surely strangle my cock. Once I got balls deep in her I could easily embarrass myself and come like I was a randy teenager, but I had to remember this was all for her. Her first time needed to be nothing but feeling, nothing but sweet pleasure, and I would give it to her. It was my right. It was my privilege.

  I moved my finger, mimicking the motion of what my cock would do in short order. In and out I moved, slipping in a little further each time, quickly discovering her maidenhead, that amazing barrier that saved her sweet pussy just for me. I wouldn't break it with my finger, but with my cock and so I retreated, switching to circling and teasing her instead.

  With the quick flicks of my tongue and the motions of my finger, it wasn't long before her nails dug into my scalp, her thigh muscles clenching as she came. I looked up her perfect body and saw her head thrown back as she screamed, the quiet of the soft, warm night broken by her cries of pleasure. It was incredible to see, delectable to feel against my shoulder, my cheek, my hands and delicious to taste. Her juices were plentiful as her body became fully ready for my cock.

  As her orgasm abated, her muscles went lax and I lowered her gently to the ground, quickly spreading out her long skirt beneath her. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open as she breathed hard, and the sheen of perspiration across her breasts and belly was bright in the moonlight. One of her legs was bent at the knee, her thighs parted in a way she would have found immodest if she weren't so sated. I took advantage of the moment and undid the placket of my pants, my cock springing free and pointing toward the woman it would fill.

  I didn't hesitate, but lowered myself, placing my hands on either side of her head. Using my knees, I nudged her thighs wide, settling my hips in the cradle of hers. My cock bumped against her hot, wet flesh and I groaned.

  "Kitten, look at me." My voice was deep and rough as it came out through gritted teeth.

  Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at me, so innocently, so sweetly, so aroused. I couldn't resist lowering my head and kissing her. Instead of being tentative, her tongue eagerly met mine and the kiss turned carnal. Her motions were innocent and she had much to learn, but her eagerness had a will of its own. My hips shifted of their own accord, nudging my cock over her slick folds, and then nestling at her opening.

  I lifted my head, met her stormy gaze. "You're mine, Rose."

  I couldn't wait. I ached with every muscle in my body to not only fill her, but claim her. After this, there was no going back. She'd be mine completely. Pushing forward, the wide head of my cock stretched her open. She was so tight, so hot, and I hissed as I sank slowly into her. Only the sound of our breathing and distant crickets filled the air. The moonlight made her surprised eyes sparkle, her skin glow. Her nipples were tightly furled and her hair a thick curtain behind her head. As I bumped into the barrier of her virginity, I knew then that I was home. This was where I wanted to be. The Goodman ranch could burn to the ground. Locusts could swarm and eat all the grass. The cows could all die from a blizzard. None of that mattered as long as I was with Rose. I wanted to fill her up as she'd done to me.

  "Mine," I whispered, lowering my head to kiss her when I broke through that last barrier to making her Mrs. Chance Goodman. I swallowed her cry of pain with my lips, soothed her with flicks of my tongue. Lowering to my forearms, I stroked a hand over her face, wiping a stray tear that had slipped down her cheek.

  I was fully embedded inside her, the head of my cock nudging at the opening to her womb. Her inner walls clenched tightly, as if her body were afraid I'd leave. Rose's hands pushed, then pulled at my shoulders as her hips tried to shift beneath my heavy weight. I wouldn't relent, wouldn't ease up at all, for the only way for her to accustom herself was if I remained within.

  It wasn't easy. Hell, a tooth pull from the town doctor was less painful than my cock cramming her full and not being able to move. She needed time to let the pain recede, for once I started to move, there would be no stopping.

  "No more pain," I murmured. "Only pleasure, kitten. Only pleasure."

  She nodded her head in short little motions, although she probably doubted me. When, and only when, she relaxed beneath me, her fingers unclenching on my shoulders, her thighs relaxing against my hips, did I pull back, slowly and very easily as she was dripping wet. Then I slid fully into her once again.

  Her eyes widened, her lips parted. "Oh," she whispered.

  I grinned. "Like that?"

  This time when she nodded her head there was less worry and more eagerness. So I did it again. She shifted her hips and arched her back and I slid in a little bit further, and this time we both groaned.

  "Holy hell, kitten, you feel so good."

  "Yes, Chance. I...I had no idea." She licked her lips and that had me lowering my head, licking over the same spot myself. I kissed her as I began to move in earnest. She was so small in comparison to my large frame and I tried to take her gently, but when she lifted her hips and began to meet me thrust for thrust, I couldn't hold back. This was supposed to be a tender, sweet first time, but she would have nothing of it. Of course she wouldn't. This was Rose. My Rose. She did everything with zeal, with her entire being and that included fucking. And so I didn't hold back. I plunged into her and her head fell back. I grabbed hold of her hip and angled her just right and began to fuck her. Hard.

  "You want it hard, Rose?"

  "Yes!" she cried.

  Sweat dripped down my temple as my breath soughed from my lungs. I relaxed my grip on her ass—she'd surely have marks there—and grabbed the inside of her knee, pushing her leg back so she was spread wide. This allowed me to take her harder, faster and deeper.

  "It's...it's going to happen again. No, don't slow down. Please, Chance. I need—"

  She didn't say anything more because I ground my hips into hers, my body rubbing against her clit as she came. This time, instead of screaming, she cried out my name, then lost her voice altogether. I took a moment to watch her as she came, but I couldn't focus for long. My baser need took over, my balls drew up and my seed shot forth. I came with my own shout, filling her with pulse after pulse of my seed, marking her.

  CHAPTER THREE

  ROSE

  Chance lay replete on top of me, the brunt of his weight on his forearm, his head nestled at my neck, his warm breath mixing with mine. He still filled me, although I could feel wetness seeping from my...pussy, but I had no energy to move, to question anything. The stars overhead were bright and scattered like dust across the sky, twinkling down at me from the vastness. It made me seem so small; the Montana prairie could do that as well. In this moment, it was also Chance who made me feel small. He was so large, so virile. So potent.

  I had no idea it would be anything like that. I'd imagined it to be...pleasant, but this had been like the fireworks I'd seen at F
ourth of July celebrations. I'd felt as if I had touched the stars in the sky. It was Chance who'd made me feel that way.

  I absently ran my hand up and down his back. "You're wearing all your clothes," I commented. I could feel his pants against my thighs, his shirt against not only my palm, but also my bare breasts and my belly.

  "You're wearing your stockings," he countered. Lifting his head, he looked down at me. It was too dark to see much, but I could see his smile, see a glint in his eye. "Do you want me to take my clothes off?"

  It was a dangerous question for a maiden, although I was one no longer. If I said no, then I would not get a chance to feel his warm skin, to see what the hair upon his chest looked like and see if it matched my imaginings. I'd seen a glimpse of it at the opening of his shirt a time or two, but nothing more. I'd seen the dusting of dark colored hair on his muscled forearms, but never higher. I wondered if his legs would have similar hair. And then there was his manhood. I felt it big and swollen within me, but what did it look like? If I said yes to his question, would he consider me a loose woman? I bit my lip, unsure of what to say.

  "Do you, kitten?"

  I rolled my eyes at the ridiculous endearment. Who called someone kitten? I was forgetting his question. He watched me carefully, earnestly even. This was Chance and I couldn't lie to him. He knew my secrets, now more than ever. "Yes," I whispered.

  When a grin split his face, I knew I'd answered correctly and relief—as well as heat—swept through me when he sat back on his haunches. Only then did his cock slip from me and a trickle of wetness seeped out in his wake. My legs were positioned on either side of his and I was spread wide open. Naked. Exposed. I tried to pull a leg back, but he shook his head.