His Passionate Pioneer

by Maggie Ryan

  She was about to run back and warn her friends when she heard her name being called.

  "Anna, are you okay?"

  It was Richard. She ran to him, grabbing his arm and turning him away from the water.

  "What's wrong?"

  "Nothing," she said. "Um, Charity and Harriet are just swimming. James told Charity she could."

  "Ah," he said, "and you didn't want to join them?"

  "I did, but I wanted to ask you if it would be okay."

  He smiled and pulled her into his arms. "Thank you. I'm pleased you thought of asking."

  She smiled as he bent to give her a kiss.

  "Yes, you may swim, and I'll stand guard if you'll leave me those berries," he said. "From your purple tongue, I'd say you tried that theory. Did they help with the soap?"

  Anna giggled and passed him the basket. "Yes, and they are delicious. If there are any left when we're done swimming, I want to make my wonderful husband some dumplings." She stood on her tiptoes and gave his cheek a kiss before turning to run back to her friends.

  "Anna, wait."

  She turned back to where he was standing, his back still to the water. Not wanting to be disrespectful, she walked back to stand in front of him.

  "When was the last time you sat down?" he asked.

  Puzzled, she looked up at him. "I don't know; when we ate I suppose. We've been busy picking berries. Why?"

  He grinned and encircled her waist with his arms before dropping his hands to cup her bottom. "Just thinking how well your reminder is working even with you forgetting you were holding it."

  She felt her face flame. The moment he mentioned her reminder, she felt the presence of the button inside her. How could she have forgotten? She couldn't swim now. Her friends would understand the wheals on her calves, but a thick white string hanging from between her bottom cheeks? No, that was something she'd never be able to explain. "Oh, um, I'll just go wading then."

  "I'm proud of you, sweetheart," he said. "Not only did you come to ask permission, but when you remembered the button, you didn’t get upset or ask me to remove it. That, Anna, is the purpose of a lesson—one I feel you have learned well today."

  His praise had her smiling. It was a far better feeling knowing he was pleased than to know she had disappointed him again. "I'm trying."

  "I know you are." He gave her a kiss on her forehead. "Turn around and lift your skirts. I think it's time to remove your bottom button."

  Though her face continued to burn, she did as he asked, bending forward as he lowered her drawers enough to bare her backside. She couldn't quite squelch a squeal as he pulled the string and worked the button from her pucker, gasping at the small popping sound it made when pulled free. Richard patted her bottom and pulled her drawers back into position.

  "Have a good swim, little one."

  "Thank you, Richard," she said, giving him another kiss. "For everything."

  As he settled onto the grass, pulling the basket of berries closer, Anna ran back to the river. Her clothes and hairpins joined the pile on the blanket as she walked to the water, combing her fingers through her hair. She couldn't seem to stop smiling as she watched Harriet play with Hope in the shallows. "Thank you, Harriet."

  "Nothing to thank me for. Just remember, savor the 'ups'."

  Anna dove into the water and the three spent an hour having fun together, the hard days of travel set aside for a while as they splashed and cavorted like otters. It was some time before the soap did get put to good use. They used the blanket to dry and by the time they'd dressed, the sun was beginning to lower in the sky. Climbing the bank, they all thanked Richard for keeping watch.

  "I suppose I was the naughty one today," Harriet said, as Richard took Hope so that Charity didn't have to carry the baby. "Maybe if I make a confession, Robert will decide to do something about it."

  Richard laughed and looked down at the older woman. "Not that I'm an expert, Miss Harriet, but I believe if you feel a need to have your bottom tended to, you don't have to be naughty—simply ask."

  Anna gasped at her husband's audacity, hearing Charity giggle. Harriet did neither—she looked up at the much taller man, her head tilted to one side. "You think so?"

  "As I said, I'm no expert, but I can promise such a request would work for me." He wagged his eyebrows at Anna, who collapsed into giggles, slapping at his arm.

  They left Harriet at her wagon.

  "Do you think she will ask?" Charity asked, as Richard handed her Hope.

  He shrugged. "Who knows? She will if she really feels a need. Now, what was that I heard about dumplings? I'm starving."

  The dumplings turned out to be delicious, and Anna beamed as Richard praised her growing cooking skills. After eating a second helping, he took her into his arms, bending to bury his nose in her hair. "By the time I get back, I want your hair undone and your brush in your hand. I love brushing your hair."

  She smiled and nodded, her hands already busy as she began cleaning up from dinner.

  He gave her bottom a swat that made her squeal. "Oh, and there'd better not be a single stitch of clothing on your very clean, very sweet smelling little body," he added.

  Anna watched him walk away, a smile on her face. The day had started out as hell but, as her heart began to race and her sex began to throb, she knew the evening would be spent with her husband keeping his promise as he took her to heaven.

  * * * * *

  "I love your hair," Richard said, lifting a handful to bury his face in the silken strands.

  Anna relaxed against him as he moved the smooth curtain away from her neck to press a kiss against her skin. He felt the pulse beneath his lips jump and heard her soft moan of pleasure. Kissing up her neck, he took the small lobe of her ear between his teeth, giving it a gentle nip.

  "My brothers often teased me about my red hair. Even Margaret said that I was so often naughty because I must have some of the devil inside me." She moaned again as he kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear.

  "They were all wrong," he said. "I've painted your arse red, and I promise, it is not the color of your hair. Your hair reminds me of the sun as it sets. I hold it in my hands as I love you and feel as if I'm holding sunbeams when they kiss the earth good night. I get jealous knowing that, when it is loose like this, it has the pleasure of caressing your skin." His free hand slid up her torso to cup a heavy breast, his thumb rubbing across her nipple. "I will love it as it spreads across my loins, and I will love it when I hold it in my hands as I guide you." His voice was low as he spoke into the delicate pink shell of her ear. "I'm going to teach you how to find pleasure in pleasuring me with your mouth tonight."

  She turned her head slightly to look up at him. A soft rose colored her cheeks and the desire in her eyes didn't fade. "Like when you pleasure my cunny with your tongue?"

  "You like it when I lick and kiss your cunny, do you?" he asked with a grin.

  "Since you've told me you love it when I'm wanton, then I must speak the truth. Yes, I do. I enjoy it very, very much," she confessed, squirming a bit on his lap.

  "I'm glad, for I love tasting your sweet honey," Richard said and bent to kiss her lips. She pressed her lips hard onto his, her bottom wiggling just a bit more. It was several minutes before he pulled away. He guided her off his lap. "You will take my cock in your mouth and learn to please me. I'll teach you how to tongue and lick my shaft, and how to prepare to swallow my seed."

  She blushed again but knelt on the mattress as he took a seat on the barrel. He held out his hand and drew her between his legs. His cock was hard, pressing against the button closure on his pants.

  "Open my pants and take out my cock." He watched as she nodded, her small hands doing as he instructed, gently releasing his sex and holding it in her hands, the tip at the perfect level to her mouth. "Open your mouth and put out your tongue, Anna."

  When she did, his cock twitched, as if anxious to feel her sweet touch in a far more intimate way. Reaching down, he slowly ran
his hand through her hair, gathering strands between his fingers before closing his fist at the back of her head. His other hand took his cock from her hands. Guiding her down with a gentle pressure on her head, he laid the head of it onto her tongue, running it along the surface for a few strokes.

  "God, you look so beautiful."

  Her eyes lifted to his, hers bright, no shame dulling their green depths.

  "Take it back into your hand and put it in your mouth. I want you to taste me."

  Reaching out, she wrapped one hand around his cock and guided it into her mouth for the first time.

  "Use your tongue. Lick the tip and then around the head, Anna," Richard instructed.

  Obeying, she gave his cock little flicks of her tongue before pulling abruptly away. "Something came out," she said, her eyes wide.

  "Darlin', that's just a bit of my seed. You'll lick it and swallow, just as you will my seed when you draw it from me."

  "It's okay to swallow?" Her eyes and tone showed her disbelief.

  "Yes, it's just as safe as when I drink from your cunny. Put my cock back in your mouth, now."

  Obeying, she gingerly ran her tongue across the tiny slit and then took tiny licks that reminded him of a kitten gently lapping from a bowl of cream. She swallowed and continued to explore his cock with her tongue.

  "That feels wonderful. Take me deeper into your mouth."

  Anna bent forward, a little more of his shaft disappearing between her lips. He used the hand fisted in her hair to apply a bit more pressure, urging her a bit further down his shaft. When his cockhead nudged the opening of her throat, she gagged and began to pull away. He allowed her to move just the tiniest bit.

  "Just relax. You'll learn how to take me much deeper, until one day I will feel your throat swallowing my cock. I will take you often this way. Watching your lips pursed around me is one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. Feeling the warmth of your mouth, the kiss of your tongue as you taste me, is an indescribable pleasure. Just as I love tasting you, sliding my tongue into your cunny, flicking my tongue over your clittie, I want you to love suckling my cock."

  He moaned as she bent forward, taking a bit more.

  "That's right, oh, God, you are doing so beautifully. Keep licking. Tighten your lips a bit and suckle as I suckle your nipples." He reached down to caress her breast, loving the soft moan she gave as she pressed into his palm, her mouth working to please him. "Stroke the shaft with your hand as you suckle."

  Anna instantly obeyed and he remembered the first time she had touched him; her amazement at how his cock could be soft one moment, and turn to steel the next.

  Her hair brushed his thighs as she pleasured him, the caress like that of silk as it slid across his skin. Richard continued to encourage and praise her, her mouth feeling like heaven around his throbbing shaft. She suckled a bit harder, her cheeks hollowing with every pull. Her tongue continued to trace all over his cock, sliding along the thick vein on the underside. Her soft mewls of pleasure were only interrupted with the occasional small gagging sound as she continued to take a bit more.

  "Ah, that feels so good."

  After another few minutes, he felt his testicles tighten and knew he was close to climax. He put both hands on either side of his wife's head and warned, "I'm going to fuck your mouth now, Anna. Don't be frightened. I'll ejaculate into your mouth and you will swallow my seed."

  He began to thrust, slowly at first but then a bit faster, pushing further into her throat than she had been able to accomplish on her own. Anna gagged and retched, trying to push him away with her hands. It took great control on his part, but he pulled out of her mouth and she took a few deep breaths.

  She looked up and said, "Please, not so hard—not so deep. I want you in my mouth, but Richard, your cock is so big and hurts when you push into my throat."

  "Shh, it's okay. I'm sorry. I need to remember you are just learning." He was proud of her, as she wasn't sassing or fighting. She was stating her desire to please him but also reminding him that she was an innocent. He stroked her hair. "Let's try again. I won't go so deep, and you push hard against my legs if it's too much, okay?"

  She nodded and opened her mouth wide. She leaned forward and engulfed his cock between her lips, taking as much of his length as she could. He moaned with the intense pleasure and slowly pushed into her wet warmth. Anna suckled and licked, then looked up at him and pushed forward, taking him a bit deeper. When she gagged, Richard expected her to pull away, yet she calmed herself by drawing more air through her nose. He was amazed and honored at her willingness to test herself. He groaned in pleasure and let her make love to him. He felt every swirl of her little tongue and each suck she took.

  "I'm going to cum, Anna. Try to swallow everything I give you."

  She gave her acknowledgment of his wishes by suckling a bit harder. The first spurt seemed to surprise rather than shock her as he could feel her tongue moving and her throat constricting as she swallowed. Richard's cock pulsed several times as he emptied and she swallowed every drop.

  * * * * *

  As she drank his essence she felt her heart race. This was nothing she had ever even heard about, and though it was a bit frightening, it was also incredibly erotic. She couldn't breathe deeply with her throat stretched around his cock, but was thrilled to be able to pleasure her husband this way. Richard kept her head tight against his cock as she continued to swallow, the taste strange and yet not truly unpleasant. Even as she swallowed the last of his seed and felt his body relax, she kept her lips wrapped tightly around his softening cock. She loved watching his eyes as he came down from his pleasure, and the smile on his face as one hand moved to caress her cheek.

  He bent to kiss the top of her head. Her sex throbbed when he traced around her pursed lips with his fingertip. "Beautiful. You pleasured me greatly, my love."

  Anna was enormously pleased at his words, though wondered at her lack of shame. She was naked, on her knees, with her husband's cock in her mouth. Did other women perform this act? Richard had seemed to truly enjoy it, and she wasn't naïve enough to think other men wouldn't as well. Did their wives kneel between their husband's legs and willingly suckle? Anna decided she didn't really need to know the answer—she had enjoyed it. If that made her even more wanton than she'd thought, then so be it. If she could give her husband pleasure, she would do so with all of her heart.

  When he pushed her onto her back, stripping off his clothing before kneeling between her splayed legs, she was the one moaning in pleasure as he feasted from her cunny. His tongue licked and tasted every nook and cranny, every fold of her swollen lips, before thrusting in and out of her sex. His fingers weren't still. They stroked her bottom as he lifted her to his mouth and they played with her clit as he fucked her with his tongue. One and then another pushed into her pucker. ''Soon, I'll teach you pleasure here as well," he said, and, as his fingers moved in and out of her arse, she screamed her first climax.

  When they joined again, holding each other tight, her arms and legs wrapped around him, feeling as if their two bodies became one, they called each other's name as they exploded together like the shooting stars they'd seen in the heavens.

  * * * * *

  The next morning, they were sitting on their stools, plates on their laps as they enjoyed the breakfast they'd prepared together. Both looked up as they heard someone calling. Harriet walked into their camp.

  "I don't mean to intrude and I must get back but I wanted to give you something." Anna reached out a hand, but Harriet handed the item to Richard.

  He folded back the cloth to reveal a huge popover, the pastry a perfect golden brown, small bits adhering to the muslin testament to the flakiness of the crust. The aroma of cinnamon, sugar and berries had both their mouths watering.

  "This smells and looks delicious, but you certainly didn't need to share your breakfast."

  "Nonsense," Harriet said, stepping closer and shocking them by bending down and kissing Richard's cheek. "
It's just a little thank you for reminding me that old dogs can learn new tricks." She finally turned to Anna and gave her a smile, as well. "I'll see you later, my dear."

  Still puzzled, they watched her turn and walk away. It wasn't until Harriet gave an exaggerated wiggle of her hips and both hands began to rub against her ample backside that they believed they'd solved the puzzle.

  "Do you think he really spanked her?" Anna asked, trying to stifle the giggles that threatened to spill out.

  "Seems like it. That's yet another lesson for you to learn. Not all spankings are for punishment, some are quite pleasurable," Richard said, grinning widely. "And, from the size of this popover, it appears she enjoyed hers very, very much."

  Anna lost the battle and soon both were laughing, pleased that their friend had taken a chance and it had obviously paid off.

  Chapter Sixteen

  The journey continued for weeks, the days becoming very hot and dry. The country was parched with the heat of summer. Anna began wearing her dress without any petticoats and her stockings pushed down to bunch at her ankles. Richard had stopped wearing long-johns beneath his trousers and had suggested she discard her drawers as well; a suggestion she was beginning to give serious consideration.

  The days seemed to meld one into the other, the evenings filled with the soft cries as the heat, stress and boredom had tempers flaring and wives snapping and misbehaving until discipline was doled out to bring them back onto the right track. As they drove across the plains, Anna and Richard talked about their future and their dreams, as if reassuring themselves that the journey would end and they'd finally begin to build their home; one that would not bounce or sway.

  Morgan finally decided that everyone needed a long rest, and announced that they would make camp at the nearby stream, and allow the women to wash and rest and air out the wagons, while the men made repairs and hunted for fresh game. Anna was excited when they drove over a small hill and saw the slightly greener valley below. They made camp and were happy that they would not have to continue for a few days.