by Maggie Ryan
"I'm willing to be patient but only for so long. I'm asking you to trust me. Sweetheart, I'm your husband and will never hurt you."
"You just said you'd spank me!" she retorted, "and now—now you are going to rut with me!"
Richard looked surprised. "Rut? Annabelle, animals rut; husbands and wives make love." He paused and looked down into her upturned face. "Yes, I will spank you. Tell me, is that what you need to loosen your tongue? I wasn't planning on spanking you tonight, but, well if that is what it takes." He made a move to reposition her but she clung to his shirt with both hands.
"No!" she almost shouted and, at his chuckle, she huffed. "Don't tease me, Richard."
"Then answer my question. What has your cousin told you to make you so afraid?" He tightened his arms around her, and she tucked her head beneath his chin and sighed deeply.
"Cousin Olivia said that it will be awful but that I must tolerate it. That the pain is the price to bear children," she muttered.
"Oh, Anna," he said, bending to place a kiss on top of her head. "I promise you it will never be awful. When two people truly love each other, making love is not something to be simply tolerated. It is something to be enjoyed; something to be shared between the two of us. It will never be something I'll wish to hurry or 'get it over with'. I'm so sorry that your cousin saw the need to tell you such tales. All you can do is trust me. Do you think you can do that?"
Her thoughts swirled, a mixed conglomeration of Olivia's words as well as her Ma's keeping her silent for several minutes. Would her Ma look at her Pa the way she did if she detested sharing his bed? Would they constantly be touching one another if that touch was abhorrent? At the touch of Richard's lips against her head, feeling her entire body quicken, she finally decided that she did trust this man. "I do trust you."
He held her for a few more minutes. "Thank you."
Kissing her gently, he moved her to stand in front of him. This time, when he pulled her blouse from her skirt and gently removed it, she didn't fuss—though she felt her face heat and her body quiver. He continued to undress her slowly, his fingertips stroking across her skin, causing gooseflesh to appear and her stomach to flutter as he helped her out of her skirt and finally her chemise and her drawers, leaving her standing nude before him. When she lifted her hands to cover her breasts and her woman's mound, he shook his head, gently pulling her arms to her sides.
"No, sweetheart. Don't cover yourself from my view," Richard said, his hands reaching to cup her face. "You are a beautiful woman, Annabelle, and I can't wait to love you and make you my wife in all ways." She reached for the nightgown lying on the pillow only to find it being taken from her hand. "You won't need this tonight," he told her.
When he pulled back the quilt and the sheet, she slid into the bed, grateful to pull the covers up to her chin as she watched him sit on the edge of the bed to remove his boots. He showed no signs of embarrassment as he removed his clothing. She raked her eyes up and down his back, his muscles bunching as he picked up his discarded clothing to toss it onto the chair under the window. His bottom! It looked nothing like her own. Where hers was round and jiggly, his was far flatter and muscular. His legs were lean and long, his thighs firm, his calves muscled as well. When he turned to face her, his eyes finding hers without hesitation, she was unable to suppress either a gasp or the shudder that ran through her.
He was massive; far bigger than any male she had ever seen before. She was not totally ignorant of male anatomy; after all, she not only had three brothers she had helped bathe during their younger years, but she had also seen many a boy swimming without anything on at all! What she had never seen and had absolutely no experience with was that a man's prick looked nothing like a boy's. Richard's stuck out from his belly, the tip a purplish red and huge. When it seemed to bob at her, she imagined the tiny slit at the end was winking—almost as if laughing at her obvious terror. The moment something oozed from that small slit, she slammed her eyes shut.
* * * * *
Richard watched as his bride closed her eyes and turned away, clutching the quilt under her chin, her body visibly shaking, obviously terrified. He knew she expected him to basically jump on her and just take what he wanted. If her cousin had been there, he would have pulled her across his lap and roasted her bottom for scaring Annabelle to the point of terror. Rutting? Pain that must be tolerated? Damn the woman! The moment that thought entered his mind, he shook his head. No, that wasn't fair. Perhaps all Olivia knew of making love was hurtful. Perhaps her husband didn't see the need to make sure his own bride found pleasure. Well, he couldn't do anything about that eventuality, but he would make damn sure that Anna never had to fear when he took her. He'd spend the rest of his life teaching her how incredible love could be. He would teach her the true beauty of what coupling should be.
He slid into the bed beside her, feeling her move away with a small whimper. It appeared that the spirited woman he'd wed needed reassurance and comfort—both of which he was more than willing to provide. "Shh, Anna, shh." He sat up against the headboard and reached out to lift her into his lap. She stiffened instantly and pulled away the moment his cock came into contact with her hip. "Relax, little one. I promise not to hurt you. Nothing on earth could make me truly cause you harm."
He kept his voice soft as he held her with one arm, the other hand running down her back, his fingers twining in her long hair. He continued to tell her how beautiful she was, how much he loved her, how he would protect her and care for her for the rest of their lives. Taking his time, he continued talking to her softly for a long time before he began to drop kisses onto her head, his free hand lifting her face to his until he could kiss her lips. As he kissed and caressed her, she began to relax, leaning into him. Beginning the very first of her many lessons, he took her mouth, introducing his tongue between her lips for the first time.
Annabelle had gasped but was soon opening her mouth to him, arching up to follow his lips when he began to pull away. Stroking her cheek with his fingers, he then ran his hand down her face and neck before stroking softly down her side, feeling her shiver under his touch. The silkiness of her skin, the warmth of each curve, had him gritting his teeth as his cock throbbed, demanding release. He ignored his own need, wanting to make the first time a true wonder for his new bride. She had begun to moan and reach out for him, moving her hands in his hair, on his chest, around his neck. Richard allowed her to take her time, and when her hand dropped and accidentally brushed the tip of his cock, he jerked just a bit at the contact, sucking in a breath. She snatched her hand away, her face showing her fear that she had done something wrong. He smiled down at her.
"No, Anna, don't be frightened. It's okay and I want you to touch me."
She looked at him warily. "I didn't hurt you? You moaned."
He smiled and took her small hand in his. He guided their hands to his cock together, and kept his on hers as he wrapped her fingers around his shaft. A blush turned her cheeks a pretty pink and he was very pleased when she kept her hand on him when he removed his.
"No, honey, you won't hurt me. Touch is a wonderful sense. I love touching you and I want you to love touching me. Go on, stroke my cock with your hands."
She finally actually looked down between their bodies to see his erection. This time, when it jerked, she smiled and began to stroke her hand up and down its long length. Richard held himself in check, barely daring to breathe.
"Is this okay? Am I doing it right?" she asked.
"Oh yes, you are doing great but, honey," he said, once again wrapping his hand around hers and gently removing it, "if you don't stop, I'm going to cum without making love to you." Seeing the confusion on her face, he was again reminded of how innocent she was. "You'll understand soon, I promise." She blushed but moaned softly as he moved her from his lap to lay her down on the bed. Richard stroked softly down her arms until he felt her relax against him once more. He then feasted on her neck and breasts until she was wiggling underneath him.
* * * * *
"Please," she begged, wanting something she couldn't name but knowing she needed more. The sensations flooded her body, building as he suckled and nipped on her breasts. She'd had no idea that men actually suckled as an infant would, but God, she never wanted him to stop. Her nipples were rock hard and throbbing with need. She felt the same throbbing between her legs and was soon whimpering.
He smiled as he released her nipple. "Spread your legs for me, Anna, open yourself. Let me teach you."
She hesitated for an instant but when his hand moved to her thigh, guiding her, she opened her legs to allow him entry. He kept his eyes on hers as he lowered one hand to her center. She gasped as his fingers began to caress her, softly moving through her pubic hair, parting her curls to stroke her in a place she had never truly considered before. When his finger slid between the lips of her sex to circle again and again in one specific spot, she bucked against his hand and would have pushed him away if he had allowed her to use her hands. Instead, he pinned both wrists above her head while stroking her with his free hand. She felt herself growing wetter, and a need building that she could not yet identify.
"Oh, God, I feel like I'm burning," she moaned, her head threshing on the pillow.
"Shh, let me pleasure you."
Her husband didn't wait for her to respond, instead continuing his play between her legs. When he spread her labia lips apart and pressed one thick finger into her wetness, she felt her body jerk and a rush of moisture flood from her. Without conscious thought, she lifted her bottom off the mattress, unable to stop her whimpers. She thought she was going to explode, her muscles jerking; and yet it was the most incredible feeling in the world.
"I love stroking you, touching you and watching your pleasure build. Now cum for me Anna. Don't think, just feel my touch and let it happen." He spoke softly, his mouth at her ear, his lips kissing her neck when he finished speaking. When he continued to stroke in and out of her and then used his thumb and finger to find that same spot, stroking against it, gently squeezing it, she went wild when her world exploded, screaming his name.
His mouth covered her own and she knew he was stifling her cries; yet she didn't care. What he was doing, what he was making her feel—there were no words to describe it. She bucked underneath him, her body convulsing with the first orgasm of her life. She finally fell back onto the bed, her heart pounding, the blood rushing through her body.
"Good girl, that's my very good girl," Richard said, kissing her again and again. "Now I'm going to take you, little one."
She nodded, wanting him to claim her, to make her his wife. She felt him steady himself between her spread legs and then felt his erection at her entrance. He bent forward to kiss her gently once more and released her hands.
"It is going to hurt a little, but only this first time. Just hold onto me, honey, let me know you. I promise you will enjoy it."
She nodded bravely. When he began to enter her, she clenched her jaw tight, not wanting her cries to be heard in the house. She tried to pull away; he was stretching her, filling her. Olivia's words flooded back as she placed her hands on his chest, attempting to push him away.
"No, please. You're too big. You're hurting me!"
Taking her hands into his again, he pressed them to his lips before drawing them over her head. "Shh," he whispered, "relax, Anna. I know it hurts but I promise it will be only for a moment." Richard continued to whisper soothing words to her until he gave one huge thrust and broke through her maidenhead. She arched up and screamed again, grateful his mouth had descended to cover hers.
She whimpered as the pain filled her; she felt like she was being torn and wanted him out of her. Tears filled her eyes but, as he held himself still, allowing her to adjust to him, she began to calm. He bent forward to suckle her nipples and slowly began to stroke in and out of her body, going slow, withdrawing and pushing forward in long strokes that soon had her moaning. Anna wasn't aware when she began to move with him, lifting her hips when he thrust forward and mewling when he withdrew.
Richard released her nipple and then her hands. He smiled down at her as she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and held on. He pumped into her deeper and faster until he was buried to the hilt.
"God, you feel marvelous," he moaned, "I can feel your cunny pulling me in. It's the most incredible feeling in the world, for it means you are mine, Anna. You are mine forever and always."
She smiled up at him, wanting nothing more than to be his. He began to thrust harder and then she felt his hands under her bottom, lifting her up in order to drive deeper. She wrapped her legs around his waist. His cock was claiming her and she never wanted it to end. She released his neck to clutch at the sheets as he took her. She felt the fire building in her tummy again and, when his fingers moved to touch her, to squeeze and stroke across her sex, she tried to suppress her cries as she exploded for the second time. Richard groaned and then convulsed as she felt her contractions around his cock. He pumped into her much harder, deeper than before, and when he lifted his head and called her name, she felt him jerk as spurts of his own release filled her. Clinging to him, she realized they were both panting hard as they came down from ecstasy together.
When he lay across her, his head on her shoulder, she stroked his hair, feeling him shudder. She smiled; this had been nothing like she had expected. Cousin Olivia was a fool! If this was what she could expect every time her husband demand she make herself available, she'd be more than willing. Richard rolled off her only to pull her to lie across his chest, her body pressed full length against his. He kissed her again and again, thanking her for the gift of herself. Anna blushed and thanked him as well. She felt his cock, sticky underneath her stomach, and wiggled a bit. He groaned and she was shocked to feel it twitch. The surprise on her face must have been evident because he chuckled.
"I'll never get tired of wanting you, Anna." He moved to kiss her gently. "Tell me, was your cousin right?"
She blushed and buried her face in his chest, happy but embarrassed. "No. You were, though."
He smiled and they made love again—this time Anna was truly open and relaxed as it hurt far less now that she was no longer a virgin. Richard took her to heaven again and again, until she felt boneless and unable to move a single muscle. It seemed she didn't need to move as her husband lifted himself from her only to pull her to lie spooned against him, her bottom pressing against his cock. He patted her buttock and then laid his hand on her front, his fingers dipping down to stroke through her pubic hair. She felt very naughty in a totally different way as she snuggled into him. His fingers made her feel claimed, warm, and very much loved.
"Love you, wife," he whispered.
"Love you, husband," she answered, before falling into an exhausted, sated sleep.
Chapter Six
In the morning, Richard took her again. She gave herself to him completely and he was grateful. She was a very passionate woman and he knew how lucky he was. He could have married a wonderful woman but one who was unable to actually enjoy the act of sex. Anna seemed to have forgotten any words her cousin had shared—something for which he was also grateful. Perhaps Olivia was one of those women who knew that sex was necessary to produce babies, but once that had been accomplished, would regard the act as nothing but a chore. He promised himself that Anna would never have reason to think of what they were doing together as anything but intense pleasure. He wanted to teach her so many things and help her discover the joy of sharing his bed.
"Good morning, wife," he said, grinning down into her face, watching as her eyes glazed over with desire. She moaned as he pushed deep into her.
"Good morning, husband," she said, arching and giving a soft whimper as he thrust hard.
"Am I hurting you?"
She shook her head from side to side, but her eyes slid away from his.
"No, Anna, don't look away," Richard instructed. "Making love is for both of our pleasure—not just mine. I want you to a
lways give me an honest answer. Do you want me to stop; or go slower?"
Her eyes found his and she shook her head again. "No, I'm just a little sore. You fill me up so much." She hesitated and then whispered, "Please, touch me. Touch me down there."
Smiling, he moved a hand to her sex and found her clitoris. "Here?" he asked as she gasped and pushed her hips up. At her nod, he bent to kiss her. "This is your clittie, Anna. Do you like it when I stroke and pinch you here?"
"Yes," she managed to hiss.
"I love hearing you moan. I love sliding in and out of your cunny." He bent and nipped each taut bud of her nipples. "I love suckling and nipping on your sweet titties, and, wife, I love playing with your clittie." He adored her blush as well as her moan as he increased his thrusts, his fingers sliding around her swollen bud until she was gasping and then screaming out her climax. He felt her juices flood over his cock and buried himself deep, shooting his seed into her womb. If they kept this up, she'd be giving birth to their first child within the year. He kissed her deeply and loved the way she surrendered her mouth to his tongue. He pulled out of her warmth and she shuddered. He held her for a while until her breathing calmed. "Most of all, Anna, I love making you cum and hearing you scream my name as you take your pleasure." He kissed her once more.
"I wish I could keep you naked all day and fuck you every hour, but we've got a long trip ahead," he went on.
She blushed at his words but nodded. Flinging back the quilt and sheets, he climbed out of the bed and walked to the washstand, pouring some water into the bowl. He shuddered as he washed himself, and turned when he heard a soft giggle. Looking over at the bed, he saw Anna propped up on her side, watching him. He grinned as he saw the direction of her gaze.
"Stop laughing, you little minx. It's cold in here!"
She giggled. "Is that why it is so small now?"
Richard finished washing before he spoke. "Is what small?"
