Nearly choking on his laughter, Jethro smoothed Orla’s hair across her pillow. Like her eyes and the woman herself, it too was unique and he loved it. The color of a burnt penny, the darkened coppery tresses looked beautiful in the dim lamplight. “We’ll fit, Orla. You and I will slide together as smoothly as a lock and key. Promise,” he devoutly swore when he could push words out of his mouth without chuckling. “Can’t lie; It might hurt a little at first when we get started together. I mean, you are a virgin and you’ve still got your cherry… unless you did a lot of houseback riding in the Big City.”
“My cherry? Horses?” she echoed, silently wondering what the heck fruit and horses have to do with anything, especially such delicious sin as this.
“Some folks call it a maidenhead. It a thin piece of skin that guards your virginity, baby, and if a girl does a lot of riding, she can sometimes lose it before she ever slides between the sheets with a man.”
“Well, I’ve never been on a horse in my life.”
Just another first he’d give her somewhere down the road, he thought with a small grin. “Well, then yours will be intact, and when you and I come together, my penis will have to tear through it and I’m sure there’ll be some pain, but it will pass, Orla.”
Orla made a horrified face and a sound of blatant dismay. There’d be tearing? TEARING? Why in the name of all that is holy did women couple with men if there’d be tearing and SOME pain? So far, sex sounded awful, she thought with a sinking stomach.
Seeing the revolted look on her face, Jethro continued to speak quickly before she could do something that might kill him – like swear off sex for life. “It’s not as bad as it sounds, honey. It’s going to be a quick pain. Over and done in the blink of an eye. And believe me, when the time comes, I intend to have your sweet body so worked up in a state of mindless passion that you probably won’t even notice any pain when I take you.”
Doubtful, she merely arched an eyebrow at him and wondered if he thought she was mentally deficient in some way. He was talking about shoving his thingy in her and tearing through a piece of her flesh. You didn’t need to be a genius to figure out that action was gonna hurt like the dickens!
“Tidbit, listen to me,” she heard Jethro chide gently, tapping her chin gently when she turned her face away from his. “For tonight, you and I are just gonna learn each other’s bodies. There’s not gonna be a lick of pain or fright because I’m not gonna take your virginity tonight. Just trust your man. Okay?”
Acquiescing mostly because she found it impossible to resist that slightly roughened authoritative voice of his, she nodded. “Alright, Jethro. I’ll trust you to know best for us. At least for tonight,” Orla finally agreed as Jethro dropped a kiss to the center of her throat.
“That’s my brave girl. Now,” he began again, offering her a smile of encouragement as he rose to his knees and eased his boxers off his lean hips, “Tonight, I want you to get used to seeing what I’m packing between my legs,” he insisted softly as his long, slightly curved cock waved in front of Orla’s face, his length slapping against his flat belly once before it bobbed in front of her again.
Orla watched Jethro reach for her hand and held her breath as he wrapped her fingers around his manhood, sliding her hand up and down his heated flesh as he introduced her to the most intimate part of him. Staring at the thickly veined organ, she caught her breath as it pulsed in her hand, swelling bigger the longer she stared at it. “Holy moly,” she breathed when she saw a small pearl of liquid emerge from his tip. Like velvet shrouded steel, his penis was smoother than she’d expected, sprouting from a wiry nest of hair at the base to jut proudly toward her. Licking her lips, she watched as its flushed bell-shaped head leaked another drop of fluid onto her fingers.
“Mmmm, that’s good, darlin’. Keep squeezing it real nice. Yeah, just like that. Use that tight, firm grip around me,” he sighed, rolling his hips slightly to work his length in and out of her curved fingers, her skin becoming slicker with his essence with every pass he made through her hand.
Jethro grunted softly as he covered his hand with hers and showed her just how he liked for her to stroke him. “That’s it, baby. Oh, yeah, run that thumb along the underside of my cock. You like workin’ that dick, darling? You like feelin’ what you do to your man?”
Orla offered him a siren’s smile and told the truth and ignored the way his bold words set her own body on fire. “Yes. I love the way I can make you shudder and squirm with just the palm of my hand.” His answering snarl of pleasure was music to her ears, and her core clenched as she continued to be his apt pupil in this carnal lesson, and deep inside her a blazing fire of white hot delicious craving built. Focusing on Jethro’s quietly tender voice while he offered her soft instruction on how to please him, she fought the urge to touch herself...somehow!...and relieve some of the pressure building inside.
Startled when he groaned long and low in his throat a few moments later, and his manhood jerked in her hand, Orla glanced up at him to find his eyes closed as his head leaned back and on his shoulders. Worried, she quickly paused in her ministrations and stared up to his face. “Am I doing it wrong?” she asked in alarm, her hand freezing on his swollen flesh.
Opening his eyes, Jethro shook his head, his faced ruddy with longing. “No, Tidbit. Fuck, no. Everything is right. I love the feel of your hand around my dick. There’s only one thing that could be any better than that right now.”
Eager to please, she wanted to know how to make things even more wonderful for him. “Tell me,” she ordered huskily.
Keeping one hand locked around hers, he used the other to gently reach out and brush his fingers against her damp, parted lips. “I want to see these pretty lips wrapped around me,” he confided, gently sweeping his thumb against her lower lip. “I wanna feel this perfect mouth locked around my cock. Sucking and licking. Bathing me in your hot, wet sweetness.”
Walking closer to him on her knees, Orla kept her sparkling eyes glued to Jethro. “Teach me. I want to learn.”
“Jesus, how’d I get so lucky?” Jethro breathed as she tossed her long hair over one rounded shoulder and bent her head to nuzzle the side of his throbbing penis.
“We both got lucky, Jethro. Now, stop thinkin’ and show me what you want me to do,” she directed in a sultry voice she wasn’t sure was her own.
“God, Orla. That generous spirit of yours will never cease to amaze me,” he breathed, staring at her as her pretty pink lips came closer to his thick staff. Pressing the purple crown of his dick against her lips, he clenched his jaw as he held his cock at its base and guided it toward her mouth, biting out, “Open for me, baby.”
Parting her lips, she held his darkened eyes as she darted her tongue out to sweep the underside of his manhood, pressing against the hot, sensitive skin and rubbing the tip of her tongue there.
Groaning deeply, Jethro cupped the back of Orla’s head as she licked him up and down, swirling her tongue around his swollen helmet before gently sucking the knob between her lips, tasting him. “Ah, yes, fuck!” he cursed, gathering her hair into his hand and fisting it while his hips bucked involuntarily, thrusting him deeper inside her wonderfully wet mouth. Holding her hair like the reins on a horse as her lips sank deeper over his dick, Jethro grunted with exquisite pleasure. “Oh, hell, yes! Suck me just like that, baby!”
Humming her consent, Orla enjoyed the musky taste of him on her tongue. Not too bitter or overpowering, she found herself gripping Jethro’s hip and pulling him closer so she could get a better taste. Pleased by the increasingly loud raw sounds she heard escaping his lips, she redoubled her efforts, even reaching out to fondle the heavy twin sacs hanging heavily between his legs. While she had zero former experience, she had heard girls talking before at the orphanage. Heck, even her former roommate had gone this far with a man. And she knew from their talk that a man’s balls were every bit as sensitive as his manhood. And if she remembered those conversations correctly, licking like she was eati
ng ice cream was the best way to make a man happy.
“Sweet Christ, Orla,” Jethro moaned, jerking his hips as her delicate hands found one of his aching balls and squeezed gently. “You’re killin me in the sweetest possible way, woman.”
Orla smiled around his girth, licking his tip as she pulled off long enough to catch her breath before sinking her mouth over him again, taking him to the back of her throat. Hearing his low growl of pleasure, Orla hollowed her cheeks and looked up, her eyes colliding with his heavy-lidded gaze and she loved what she saw there. And while she might be the one servicing Jethro, he was her slave in that moment.
Lowering a hand to stroke her cheek, Jethro hissed a breath through his teeth as he tightened the muscles in his ass and fought back his release when Orla’s mouth sucked harder, her lips sealing around his throbbing organ like a vacuum. “You’re so damned beautiful like this. Your mouth worshiping my dick. I’m so close, baby. I’m about to fill up your mouth with everything I’ve got and I want you to swallow down every drop, hear me?” he asked, his gravelly voice sounding like crushed glass.
“Mmmm,” she consented, never releasing him as his fingers tightened in her hair and his shallow thrusts became much faster and less controlled. She relished the feeling of being used for his pleasure. At this moment, she knew she was the center of his universe and her mouth was his own personal heaven. She was the catalyst that would bring him ultimate pleasure, and during those brief seconds, she felt like the most powerful woman in the world.
“Gonna fuckin’ shoot so hard! Get ready,” she heard him grunt in warning as his breath sawed in and out of his mouth and his chest glistened with perspiration. Her nails buried into his hip as she suddenly felt the first hot blast of his release hitting the back of her throat. Swallowing quickly as stream after stream of his thick cream shot into her mouth, Orla moaned as something inside her contracted, her empty core clenching and pulsing needily. Moaning softly as the last splash of him landed on her tongue, she gently lapped at his flesh, cleaning the last remnants of his orgasm away.
“Shit, Orla,” Jethro finally managed to gasp as he stared down at her, manly satisfaction etched on his hard face. “You are a fuckin’ goddess.”
Beaming at him, she sighed as his head bent and his mouth covered hers, seemingly unconcerned that she still carried his flavor on her tongue. Tangling her tongue with his, she locked her arms around his shoulder as he eased her to her back in the bed. Finally lifting his head, he grinned at her. “Your turn now,” he declared with a wink.
“My turn for what?” she asked a little breathlessly.
“Your turn to feel like I’m the king of your world. Hang on, Baby Girl. I’m about to make you feel things you’ve never dreamed of in your young life,” he swore deeply as he slowly dipped his head to drop a light kiss to the corner of her mouth. “It’s gonna be so good, you’ll swear you’ve died and gone to heaven,” he murmured, dragging his nose along her jaw to nibble the shell of her ear.
Craning her neck against the soft pillow beneath her head, Orla arched her back as Jethro’s lips trailed down her neck, his beard dragging against her highly sensitized flesh and pulling chill bumps to the surface of her skin. Gasping as his tongue licked the pounding pulse in her neck, she felt the calloused tips of his fingers curl around one of her breasts, palming the heavy globe in his hand.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered as his lips reached her chest. “Inside and out. Pure beauty,” he muttered against her flesh a heartbeat before he slid his mouth around one hard tipped breast.
Orla moaned as his mouth worked at her chest and that wandering hand began to start a slow descent down her body again. God, she loved those hands he had. So warm and capable, toughened by years of hard work, but infinitely gentle as he explored her body. Releasing a needy cry when she felt his fingertips encounter the elastic band of her underwear, she lifted one arm to press against the headboard of the bed, bracing herself for what was about to happen.
“Easy, Tidbit,” Jethro’s crooned deeply. “I’m just gonna learn a few of your secrets,” he advised her softly. “I wanna know what makes this sweet little body sing. Would you like that, darlin’? You wanna sing for me?”
Nodding wordlessly, Orla’s lips parted as she felt that talented hand began to venture lower, moving past the band of her panties to stroke the soft curls between her legs. Biting her lip as she squirmed underneath his touch, she gasped when he ran one finger along her slit, drawing out an embarrassing moisture from between her legs. Clamping her thighs together, she tried to scoot away from him. “Jethro, maybe we should….”
“Keep going?” he asked with a devilish smile. “I think that sounds like an excellent plan. First though, let’s get rid of these,” Jethro suggested as he pulled at the elastic of her panties and snapped it against her skin, making her yelp.
“But then I’ll be naked,” she whispered, her eyes going round with excitement as she stared at him.
Licking his lips hungrily, Jethro’s grin turned devious. “Since I plan on climbing between your legs and making a meal of you tonight, that works for me. I can’t wait to taste your honey, Orla.”
Orla’s eyes dilated and she couldn’t help the shaky moan that escaped her lips. He wanted to taste her? “You wanna kiss me? Down there?” she asked tremulously, staring down her body at where his fingers still toyed with the edge of her white cotton panties.
“Oh, yeah,” he confirmed, his voice purely predatory. “I’m gonna eat you like candy, Tidbit. Ain’t gonna be a part of you that I don’t get real good and acquainted with tonight,” he said, keeping his voice low as he hooked his fingers over her underwear and pulling it down her toned legs.
Unexpectedly growing panicked, her hands automatically went to her private area, quickly covering herself before he could get a good look at her. “Jethro, I’m not sure…”
“I’m sure enough for both of us,” Jethro soothed easily, gently taking her wrist and prying it away from her most secret place. “This pussy is mine, Orla. You gave it to me when you agreed to be my wife. I’ll never abuse it or you, but I won’t let you hide from me. We’re gonna be together the rest of our hopefully long lives. There’s no room for secrets – especially here in the bed with us. You’re everything a man could ever hope to have, and I’m proud to claim you as my own. Don’t ever hide what’s mine from me again.”
“Yes, Jethro,” she breathed, his heartfelt speech giving her the courage she needed to let her hands drop away and her legs fall open so that he could see her. He was right. She belonged to him now and she had to trust that he’d never use her callously or hurt her. Besides, the idea of his mouth on her between her legs filled her with a sense of so much anticipation she could feel herself growing more excited with every passing minute.
“Hmmm,” Jethro hummed, running his finger slowly up and down her seam. “Seems to me you might not mind the idea of me giving you a special kiss so much after all. You’re already wet for me, Tidbit,” he said, the tip of his finger reaching a super responsive spot at the apex of her core.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered as a lash of sensation assaulted her when his finger circled that spot again, rubbing it back and forth. “What is that?” she panted, her hips lifting from the bed as she chased the feeling the touch produced.
Separating her folds with his thumbs, Jethro moved to lie between her legs. “That, my sweet Orla, is your very beautiful pink clit peeking out at me from beneath its hood.” Circling his index finger of the swollen, slick bud, he smiled when she shifted desperately beneath his hand. “Feels real good, doesn’t it?”
Good Lord, she’d thought he’d made her feel good before when they’d been in the dining room, but it was nothing compared to what she was feeling now. She tingled way down deep inside…. like an itch she couldn’t find a way to scratch. It tormented her, but in a way she never wanted to stop. “It’s incredible,” she groaned, smiling when she heard him chuckle against the inside of her right thig
h, the erotic scrape of his beard only heightening the pleasure of having her man between her legs.
“I like the sound of that, but let’s see if we can’t amplify that ‘incredible’ right on up to a mind-blowing,” Jethro challenged before dropping his head and using his tongue to take a long leisurely lap right up the center of her pussy. “Mmmmm, I just knew you were gonna taste like cherries everywhere,” he groaned, wrapping his arms around her thighs and draping them over his shoulders before his dark head lowered again to pull her aching clit between his lips and sucking.
“Oh, God,” she screamed as the excruciatingly raw pleasure overwhelmed her. His mouth, tongue and teeth worked in tandem, nibbling, licking, biting… all of it designed to push her across some invisible threshold that hovered just a step out of reach.
“That’s it, baby. Just let it happen,” Jethro praised between long licks and gentle sucks to her swollen flesh.
The pleasure was brutally agonizing, leaving her a sweaty, heaving mass of needy woman, but just when she thought she’d never achieve that invisible peak for which she kept blindly searching, Jethro slid a finger inside her and caressed some hidden spot that had her back arching off the bed and her hips churning madly. “Jethro!” she shouted hoarsely, his name a plea. “Yes! Right there, please!” she shrieked, not quite certain what she was begging for but needing whatever it was desperately.
Growling against her mound, Jethro flicked his tongue over her quivering bud one last time as tremors wracked Orla’s body and her back bowed. “That’s it, darlin’. Reach out for it,” he urged, wiping his damp lips against her abdomen as he added another finger to her virgin tight channel and curled his fingers.
Pure bliss.
That was the only way Orla had to describe the wave of feeling that blanketed her as her body hit its peak, her release cresting and suffusing her entire body. Wave after wave of pulsating pleasure pumped through her blood steam, lighting her up like a firecracker, her hoarse scream of completion echoing off the walls in the darkened bedroom. Finally subsiding weakly back to the mattress beneath her, Orla tried to get her breathing back under control. “Oh, my… Jethro! That was…” she gasped, searching for an appropriate word while she blew a sweaty strand of hair out of her face. Feeling him chuckle against her hip as he moved up her body, she giggled when he tickled her stomach with his beard. “What? What’s so funny?” she asked while he continued pressing kisses against her stomach and breasts until he finally reached her lips.
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