“Woman, I do not want to wait all night for my bath.” The gravel in his voice belied his arousal and made him sounds angrier than he intended.
She slowly crept into the tub behind him and sunk beneath the water. He handed her the soap and washcloth and she began the process, trying to forget the fact that she was exposed and naked in front of a stranger. Occasionally her thigh or arm or breast would brush against him and he exhaled deeply.
She paused when she finished his back.
“Well, you are either going to have to reach around or come around front.”
He did not present any appealing offers. She attempted to just reach around, but her arms did not sufficiently fit around his broad shoulders or chest. She reluctantly climbed out and reentered the tub from the front of him.
He grinned at her and sat cross-legged to make space. When she leaned forward to rub the cloth on his chest, her breasts fell forward and floated in the water. His hands could not resist the magnetic pull and he reached up to brush them lightly with the backs of his fingers.
“Thomas, please…” she tried to squirm away, but the tub was too small and his arms were too long.
“Oh just wait…” he threatened with that devil glint in his eye. “Your bath is next.”
When she finished his legs, this time he took the soap and cloth from her. “Your turn I think.”
“Oh, no, please, no” she protested but could not get up fast enough. With one arm he pulled her body closer to him, pinning her in place with his legs.
He soaped the cloth thoroughly, never breaking eye contact with her. Her green eyes looked so scared but he thought he saw something else spark behind the fear. She tried to repress the ripples and bubbles in her body but they just kept spreading. She could not tell why her body seemed warm from the inside, especially from between her legs.
He rubbed the cloth over her shoulders and arms, letting the soapy water drip down her back. When he re-soaped the cloth to start on her legs, she had to break her eyes away from his intense study. He was surprisingly gentle as he massaged slow circles up her legs. As he inched higher, the ripples and bubbles felt like they would burst out of her. His hand came to rest between her legs and she gasped.
“Thomas? What are you—?”
“Have to be thorough, remember?” She could see that his member was at full strength below the water and she had to stop herself from touching it.
He worked the cloth down between her legs and she gasped again. “No, Thomas, what—I—?”
He kept washing her, in slow circles. But as gently as he was touching her, the bubbles seemed to be reaching a boiling point. Her face and chest felt flush and there seemed to be one large bubble building inside her body. She was so focused on the warm sensations inside that she did not realize he had dropped the washcloth and was touching her directly.
The same slow circles now seemed to cause an ache in her belly, as though she was taking ill or feeling faint. One of his fingers slipped inside of her folds and grazed a new spot that she did not know existed.
“Oh! Thomas! I... You… What was that?”
Her honest surprise threw him off a little. How could a married woman of this age never have been touched?
He grazed the same spot again and she moaned. “Ohhh, what is that there? Thomas, what have you done to me? Have you given me whiskey? I feel… so… strange…”
He focused his attention on that little nub hidden in her folds, tiny little circles while she gasped wide-eyed.
The bubbles were at a full boil inside her body and she could not catch her breath. Thomas grinned to himself when her legs parted further, her body inviting him in when her brain was so foggy it could not tell her to deny such contact or such feelings. He pressed harder and circled faster on her spot, feeling her grow slippery even in the water.
The bubbles inside her body seemed to be building up against her skin, against his tormenting finger. She was not certain she liked the feeling but she needed more. She could not pull away even though it felt like she was falling.
A couple more circles of Thomas’ finger and she gripped the sides of the tub with her fingers. She felt as though she was teetering on the edge of a canyon but did not understand why she wanted to fall in. The swelling and tingling inside of her was nearly unbearable but she could not find the words or the willpower to tell him to stop.
His voice was gravelly, “Go with it, feel it, let it happen…”
His other hand twisted and pinched her stiff peaked nipples and she gasped, the teetering was right there, one more push and she was going to…
A few more hard fast circles of his finger and she fell. Dark swirls behind her eyes, starlight exploding, her fingers and her toes tingled. She gasped and pushed her hips towards the unrelenting fingers.
Thomas groaned deep in his throat, and without letting up on her clit, he managed to lift her enough to slide himself underneath. And while she slid down that mountain of sensations, he slid himself up inside her.
“Thomas!” she cried, throwing her arms around his neck.
She made no motions to extract herself, instead her hips bucked against him and he dug his fingers into the swell of her ass, pulling her down hard on top of his cock. She wrapped her legs around his waist and uttered a muffled cry against his neck.
The water sloshed onto the floor as their bodies crashed into one another. The waves rolled through her body over and over as Thomas tried to hang on to his self-control for as long as possible. Her hot wet inner velvet clenched at him, pulling him in and pushing him out.
“Mary! I’m going to!” he groaned in her ear.
“Do it,” she hissed. “Inside me.”
He thrust hard into her once more and she felt him release inside her very body. She clamped her legs around him and held herself down against him; she did not want the runaway mountain ride to end.
He fell backwards, panting and red-faced. “Mary, I… sweet Lord, I never… Holy mother…”
“Thomas, what was that? I have never felt anything like that before in my life.”
“Never? Your husband has never pleased you? Has never satisfied you?”
“I did not know I needed to be pleased or satisfied. I have never felt anything like that before. Ever.” She struggled to catch her breath.
“I never knew that it could be… enjoyable.”
“Oh Mary, I think tomorrow shall be another lesson to be remembered.”
The next day Thomas left again and Mary spent most of the day pondering what had happened last night. She never knew her body was capable of such things, such feelings, such explosions. She wondered if he would be willing to bed her without the bath time pretense just this one night.
When he arrived home that night, she was quiet during dinner. He did not seem as demanding as he had been the previous days. After she cleaned up the dinner dishes, he motioned to the bedroom.
“Another bath, perhaps?”
“Thomas?” her voice was quiet.
“Yes?”
“Could we just forgo the bath tonight?”
“Skip it? Skip it altogether or just skip the bath part?”
Mary felt her cheeks redden, “Just skip the bath part.”
“Ah, I see.” He tried not to grin but the smile tugged upwards at the corners of his mouth. “I do not seem so despicable any longer?”
“No,” she whispered.
“What was that? Louder please.” He relished the fact that her desire for him was overcoming her shyness. That thought made his cock twitch already.
“No, you are not so much.”
He took her by the hand, “Then come here. We shall do this properly.”
He quickly but gently unbuttoned the dress and let it fall. His hands roamed her body freely, his rough fingers simultaneously scratching her and making her tingle. He removed his own clothing, piling it up on the floor next to hers.
He lay her down on the bed and crawled up next to her. “What would you have us
do?” he whispered, pushing the very limits of what Mary was willing to speak out loud.
“You could touch me again?” her desire for those feelings was overcoming her sense of decency.
“Like this?” he asked as his hands trailed up the crease between her closed thighs.
“Hmm mmm. Like that.”
He bent his head, no longer able to resist her breasts. His tongue circled her nipple slowly as she moaned. As he licked and sucked, it stiffened in his mouth same as his member stiffened against the side of her hip. As she squirmed, she rubbed up against it, causing him to groan against her skin.
He left a trail of wet kisses down her belly until he was kneeling on the floor in front of her, pressing her thighs open.
“Thomas? What are you doing on the floor?”
“Another lesson to remember.”
She felt the same wet kisses on her thighs, moving upwards until she was quite nervous at his proximity to her ache. The ache was stronger than the night before, this time she knew what it was capable of. But what on earth was he doing on the floor?
He kissed her tightly closed folds and she gasped loudly as his tongue slid inside to find the center of the ache. He easily found the swollen nub that together they had discovered the previous night, and curled his tongue around it. Her thighs fell further apart as he sent ripples through her body, bubbles upon bubbles until she could hardly catch her breath.
“Thomas… What are you doing to me? I never…”
Her stomach trembled. It was as though each ripple and bubble and tingle multiplied inside of her. It was so much and so intense, she cried out just from the newness of all of it. He flicked and licked and sucked at the tiny center until all of the bubbles exploded at once and she dug her hands into his hair, pulling his face against herself.
As the quivering slowed, he stood and eased her back up onto the bed and climbed on top of her.
“Mary, are you sure?” he ground himself against her slippery wetness.
“Oh Thomas, please, come here,” she was not even sure what she wanted any more but she knew it had to do with feeling him pressed up against her.
He slipped easily inside, groaning deeply as she whimpered. Last night she had not noticed but tonight she felt how much he was, how he filled her body.
“Oh. You are so big!” her innocent declaration spurred his hips faster. This was no simple stroke of his ego, this was true amazement on her part.
She writhed underneath him as he felt her tight heat surround him. He was not going to be able to exude much self-control at all. He pounded harder and faster, every thrust sending both of them towards the cliff. Her wonder and new-found enthusiasm drove him straight up to the edge.
“Thomas!” Mary cried out.
“Yes, I’m going to…”
They grunted and groaned together as her velvet walls drew out every bit of his hot seed.
“Oh Thomas, I had no idea… I never knew… it could be like that…”
Thomas kissed her lips roughly, his tongue again diving inside of her. She tasted a tart sweetness on his lips and knew it was her own flavor.
“I have something to tell you,” he whispered against her neck.
“I think at this moment, you could tell me anything.”
“George does not want you back. He said we can do with you as we please because he is not giving up his land for a useless barren woman.”
Mary felt a hot tear slide down her cheek.
“Mary, can I keep you?”
“Thomas, I have nowhere else to go.”
The pair fell asleep with their naked limbs still tangled together.
Mary adjusted easily her new life. She found that housekeeping was not so hard when life was simpler, and she actually enjoyed cooking. Occasionally she would make plans to meet her friend the cook in the apple grove for a snack, and Thomas had no concerns about letting her go. The cook always commented on how radiant she looked and how insufferable George had become in her absence. It was no surprise given her glow that she was soon with child. The poor young girl even whispered about George visiting that house in town.
Several ecstasy-filled months later, Mary and Thomas were in town buying supplies when they happened to run into George as he staggered out of the pub.
“Mary!” He was startled to have encountered her and nearly lost his tentative balance completely.
“George, good day. I trust life is treating you well.”
“Well enough I suppose. And Thomas, hello. Give my regards to Robert and tell him to keep his blasted pond. And this blasted woman. Wait… What on God’s good earth…” George tried desperately to make his eyes focus on the couple in front of him, and his eyes wandered to her rounded belly plump with the seed of her new lover.
Thomas wrapped his arm around her shoulders protectively, “She is taken care of, sir.”
Mary smiled sweetly, and leaned into Thomas’s strong chest as she gently caressed her swollen expectant belly. Thomas had given her everything George had not.
THE END
The Cowboy Soldier’s Knocked Up Email Order Bride
Chapter one
“I don’t know how you do it, Avril. You’re constantly in the kitchen and you’re making these new dishes all the time. The papers rave about you, but critics can’t get enough. It doesn’t seem to matter to anybody that the menu doesn’t stay the same on any given week. I came to work with you, specifically because I helped you with your success and I want to learn from the best. I try to get here early in the morning to beat you to the punch, but you’re always here. It almost makes me think that you live here.” Timothy was my right hand man and if I didn’t have him, I probably would’ve sunk into a pit of depression.
What I didn’t want to tell him was that my work visa had expired. I was going to be shipped out next week back to Nigeria. Not something that I missed or wanted to return to. I found the solution on the internet by becoming an e-mail order bride. The guy I got in touch with turned out to be a regular at my restaurant.
Timothy was the one that told me that I had a gift and that I should pursue it and give the world a taste of what I had to offer. It wasn’t lost on me that he had a crush on me and that he looked at my caramel skin and wondered what it would be like to be with me. I might’ve been a little overweight, but it was nothing, as far as most were concerned. I was 5’10, 180 pounds and most of that was up front and in back.
“I’m just glad that you convinced me to do this. I never thought that you would want to join, but I’m more than happy to have you. This whole thing was mostly your doing and it would be a damn shame that you lose out on some of the accolades. I’ve only been teaching you for the past two weeks and already I see potential to become a chef in your own making.” I stood there and admired him from behind, trying to bring about some kind of attraction that might turn things from something friendly to something even more explosive.
If I didn’t have my chef outfit on, I might have taken matters into my own hands. There was no denying that Timothy had a body that just wouldn’t quit, but his attitude towards women didn’t exactly make him something that I wanted to try out myself. Maybe if I could gag him and stop him from making these insane remarks that put women down, I might be able to see clear about giving him one moment of bliss.
“I think you know that he’s out there waiting for you. He ordered the Beef Wellington. He always gets the special and I think he might have a thing for you.” I knew exactly who he was talking about and this guy was a bit of a mystery wrapped up in a paradox. I saw him on several occasions come in and he wouldn’t say much, but he would constantly look at me and make me feel like he was undressing me. I had no choice and I had to throw out a proposition of marriage.
“Holden Reynolds is a very accomplished businessman with a checkered past. He came back from Iraq and instead of wallowing in self pity; he opened up his own security agency. He has his own farm right here in Texas and I think his penchant for hard work and discip
line comes from the navy. I’ve done my own research on the Internet and I found out that he was quite instrumental in bringing some of those very sought after terrorists to justice.” He wore his suits impeccably and there wasn’t a crease to be seen. Any time that I went out to see him to make sure that his food was good, he would only smile and nod his head politely.
I probably wouldn’t know that he was even interested, except for the fact that he kept looking at me. I saw him in the mirror, stopped cold with his fork poised in the air about to go into his mouth. I think he was drooling a little over my posterior and wondering what it would take to ask me out. He found out that I was the one that approached him.
“You really should go out and see him. I don’t know how many times I’ve seen you admiring the man and not do anything about it.” I didn’t even know that he noticed that, but it didn’t bode well, because if he did, then everybody else probably saw it written across my face in bold letters. “I think that I can handle things back here. When I’m done, I’ll close up and then we can compare notes tomorrow morning. I have a date and let’s just say that my hopes are up for breakfast in bed.” I was glad to see that he wasn’t pining after me. It did make me feel a moment of jealousy, but I had no reason to be. He had every right to date whoever he wanted and besides, I wasn’t even interested in him in that way.
If I was going to approach him, then right now would be the right time and the right place. If I didn’t do it now, he would walk out and I probably wouldn’t see him, until next week. I didn’t know if I could go that long without doing something about this obvious attraction and heat between us. The arrangement of marriage had been made between the two of us, but he thought that was all I wanted…silly boy.” I had a delicious cheesecake that was to die for. It wasn’t even on the menu, but I had made it in hopes that he was going to come in tonight. It was getting late and he was always the last one to leave.
I saw him dabbing his mouth with a napkin and I wondered how that would feel between my legs. I had to stop thinking like that, or at least give him a reason to see me, as more than just the chef behind the scenes.
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