“Come on, baby. It has been a long day for everyone and we need to get every person bedded down. You go and wash up in our room and I’ll get the rest taken care of then I’ll be there. Check next to the hearth in our room for hot water in a metal bucket.”
Colton led Texanna toward their room and nudged her in that direction. She was so weary and tired that she would allow him to send her to bed like a child, this one time, she thought. But she knew she would do anything for him when he looked at her as he did just now and spoke so sweetly to her, as though he cared. She had an idea she knew what it would be like if Colton cared about her, cherished her. His Pia seemed to think he did but Texanna was not so sure. There had to be a reason her own pa didn’t care about her. Why would Colton if her own pa didn’t?
In the bedroom, she found the bucket near the fireplace holding water that was comfortingly hot. She poured cooler water from the pitcher into the bowl and added hot water with a dipper. Getting her nightgown out of the clothing bag she brought, Texanna washed, dressed, and after brushing out her hair she laid down on the bed for just a moment.
Texanna woke with a start and lay perfectly still for a time trying to gain her bearings. Something heavy was lying over her waist and her leg was pinned. As she frantically tried to make her brain answer the questions flying across it, she heard a child cry softly. Texanna attempted to push the arm off her waist and it snuggled her in as her breathing grew quicker and more shallow.
Colton whispered, “Shh, baby, it's Colton, you’re all right. I have you. You fell asleep on the bed before I came in and I didn’t have the heart to wake you so I covered you up. You’re just lost between asleep and awake. It is a world that can be pleasing or frightening.”
Oh, Colton, right. It all came back to her. And the cry is one of the little ones in the other room. “Someone is crying.”
“I know, but they have their parents to handle that. You have me to take care of you. How are you now, have you crossed over?” His breathy whisper gave her comfort and she snuggled back into him, too shy to look at him in the dark.
“Mmmhmm.” She felt him kiss her cheek and run his fingers down her jaw sending her body into high alert. What is he doing? Is he going to do that glorious thing that he did last night? Is it even seemly to do that?At the thought, she tried to be very still. Her skin was hypersensitive. One part of her wanted him to think she had gone back to dreamland and the other part wanted no part of sleeping. He continued on with his touching and caress of her neck, down to her night rail top which seemed to stop his descent. Anna felt him reach under her gown, drawing it up, but he soon encountered her undergarment.
“Anna, let's take this off you.”
“What? No, no can’t we leave it on?” She couldn’t see his face but knew he wouldn’t be happy with that request. He had been so gentle, maybe he would allow it.
“Baby, I’m not leaving all of this on to make love to my wife. Now, take it off. I’ll help.”
“No, no, I’ll do it.” However, she was not able to make herself take off her things.
“Anna, roll over or lean up.” She could feel him reach back move so he could bend her forward while he unbuttoned the first few buttons, creating an opening large enough to place her head through comfortably. His breath hitched.
“You’re going to love this. I promise.”
He pulled the gown over her head and tossed it to the end of the bed and then reached up for the ties to her underpants, deftly removing them as well. They joined the gown below their feet. She quickly drew the quilt over her body. She marveled that he continued to caress her body below the quilt without making a fuss. “You are so beautiful.”
“Colton, please, it will hurt terribly and I will not love it at all.”
“Well, no disrespect to the person you heard that from, but they are mostly wrong. There will be a twinge and how much of one we won’t know until we get there, but then, I hope to have you so ready for me that it will be very minimal. The pleasure surrounding it will throw that memory to the sea.”
Her timid, tremoring voice whispered, “I’m scared.”
“Let me bring you higher than I brought you in the barn. Trust me, sweetheart.”
She nodded her head hesitantly and he took her breasts into his hands before dipping his head to touch the tip with his lips. He sucked it into his hot mouth before reaching for the other. It was an agonizingly slow process that Texanna could not believe the largeness of the feelings it produced. She heard herself moaning as the sensations overtook her. He kissed down her tummy and his tongue was hot and determined as it weaved its way down to her muff.
As Colton began to spread her legs and position himself between them, Texanna squealed and tried to close her thighs but he was prepared for her retreat. He shouldered his way in and spoke for the first time, his voice gravelly and intense.
“Do not close your legs, honey, I am going to show you how wonderful I can make you feel.” She tried to close them unbidden and Colton growled. “No. Open them.”
He forced them back and she yelped at the slaps landing on her inner thighs. They weren’t hard but she was so hypersensitive it was somewhere between, stingy bad and stingy good. She had no idea how it could be both. She remembered Colton spoke of good spankings, maybe that was this. Or like this.
And then he was touching her private area, first with his fingers, probing and fretting that same spot, and then he was touching her with his… with his tongue. She jerked and felt that stingy slap again. The feelings were building and were too much, too much.
“Please, Colton, please. It's too much. I can’t… I don’t…” she writhed with the sensations and still he continued to touch her, lick her, kiss and tease her womanly spot. She couldn’t stop that explosion from coming if she held the detonation plunger in her own hand. She let out a growing, earthy yell that Colton quickly covered with his mouth. His hand stayed on her excited button as he kissed her deeply. She could taste herself on his tongue and it was oddly enticing. She succumbed again. He rolled off her and gave her a moment before returning to her breasts now so sensitive she jumped at his touch.
“Whoa, baby, I know you want to settle a minute but this one time, it is better you don’t. I am going to worry you a bit more and before you find your release I will be inside you and you will be mine. Okay?”
She whispered a breathy sound of understanding before he worked on her tender spots again. She felt him position between her legs as he had earlier only he brought her legs up to rest around his waist as he slid in and out, methodically going ever closer to being fully entrenched in her slippery, hot, channel. He reached down and touched her button and she was climbing that mountain of excitement again. The next thing she acknowledged was a quick pain, the sting of resistance and then it was gone but she was so full she ached, and as that sensation passed, she felt him return to the rhythmic movements.
The explosion was different this time, almost painful in its release and she felt him enormous in her channel before hot fluid filled her and flowed out of her to fill the space between their bodies. He laid slightly on her and their sweat mingled as well as their nectars. She fell asleep from exhaustion while he softly caressed and kissed her gently.
Texanna awoke the next time to the soft watercolors intermingled with the dark blue of the retreating night and to her husband touching her skin almost reverently. Last night, when he took her virginity, the only present she had to offer him on his wedding day, he treated it as though there were nothing more priceless than that. As though he was honored by the offering, and she felt joyous in the giving, for he teased her special button, and her body exploded into glittering stars at the moment of his accepting her present.
As she laid snuggled up to Colton, she could now say he had been right. She loved what he did to her and here he was again, asking for more. She gave him more, and she accepted more of his teasing and enticing caresses. When her nips, as he called them, were so taut they hurt, and her puls
ing button was stiff with yet another aching need to release, she moaned as he moved between her legs, bringing them up to reside on his shoulders. Opening her wider for easier access, he brought his finger into her flooding nectar and carried it down instead of back up to her button.
This was a new direction, and she was already slick again with sweat and her juices. Where else could he go?
“No. No, you can’t. Colton, it is wrong, you can’t touch me there.”
“Texanna, I’m your husband and in our bed, nothing is forbidden.” He began to remove her hands from his forearms. “Let go and lie down. I’ll make it satisfying for you, I promise. I have been truthful so far.”
“It isn’t right. It will hurt.”
His answer was to continue to hold her hands away and then lean down to kiss her nips, to suckle slowly and deliberately as he brought his other hand back to her quim. Anna felt him as he traced down until he found her little brown starflower and circled it with her juices. She wanted to stop him, but he wouldn’t allow it and stretching her legs up higher to lie one on each shoulder, he leaned forward taking them with him as he moved. Colton leaned down to kiss her and slapped the back of her thigh, rubbing with one hand as he brought his finger back down to her starred entrance. Her tummy was tingling as her body flushed with the rise in her excitement.
He pressed at the entrance of her brown star and then he slipped in, stilling for a moment and then slowly worked his way deeper. Finally, he began to mimic the in and out motion of his manhood, when in her cunny. As the pressure of the strangeness of his entering her backside and his tweaking of her breasts was bringing her higher, he released her nip and brought his hand to touch her on that vibrating spot. The violence she felt in her completion was almost overwhelming.
He entered her channel swiftly adding to the burning bliss she felt in the back by adding a second finger. She ached and moaned with the pain and incredibly good feeling from the next slap on her thigh, followed by the tweak of his mouth on her breasts and the movement in her cunny as well as her darkly private hole. She could feel the trickle of heated fluid from his manhood and heard the grunt of his need discharged as a gun. She cried out her loss of control and was lost in the flood of sensation overwhelming her senses.
Exhausted yet sated, she fell back asleep in his arms. The next waking was to an empty room and bacon sizzling in a hot pan with a teasing scent calling like a siren to any still sleeping, to come to breakfast. Texanna moved and let out a moan. She was so very sore she was not sure she could get up easily. She wondered if this is what love was about or was what they experienced just to satisfy the body. She knew she wasn’t knowledgeable but she prayed there was more to this physical thing.
She looked over at the refilled tin buckets near the fire and gave herself a pep talk. There were guests, and she never heard what the plan was, or how things would work today or anything else for that matter. Besides, she would have to get up to get to the warm, soothing water so she purposed to get out of the warmth of the comfortable bed. She rolled over with another aching whimper and sat up.
Carefully, she slid her sore body out of bed and stood up on the cold wood floor. She walked naked over to the chamberpot so she could relieve herself. Done, she was reaching for her gown to cover her nakedness, reassured the door was closed solidly when in walked Colton, whistling. She clutched tighter to the nightgown in her surprise before responding caustically.
“Sure you’re happy, I bet you’re not sore a bit.”
“Fortunately, you’re right for I have brought you breakfast in bed, my sweet wife and as you eat, I’ll bring you more hot water for a long soak. You will feel so much better.”
She stood and hastily tossed her gown on her body as she walked toward Colton, who laughed and swatted her bottom just as the material fell over it.
“I have seen you, Texanna, all of you. Why are you covering up?”
“I have some modesty and I would like to keep it.”
“Fine with me but don’t think it will stop me from tasting your sweetness whenever I can. I prefer it without the cloth covering, but I can do it with it just as well.” He leaned down and kissed his bride with confidence creating a growing hunger in her.
Texanna groaned. Her body had already surrendered to her husband but he seemed determined to make her feel good before allowing her a bath. She decided she would be hungry for more than her breakfast soon but prayed he wouldn’t enter her again until her soreness was gone. “Please, Colton, I’m so very sore.”
“I know, baby, I just need a touch and taste. I won’t come inside. Pia gave me some herbs and salts to steam in the water before pouring it in the bathtub. See, I have already brought the tub into the room. Here, eat your breakfast.” He settled her plate on her lap after he settled her on the bed and he waited for his bride to begin eating. As she put the fluffy eggs in her mouth, he went under the covers.
“What are you doing?” she asked trying not to spit out her breakfast on the quilt. I still think that this is most likely sinful.” She said with her mouth still partially full. “And it is morning,” She whispered urgently for him to hear her. “It’s light out.” She frantically tried to keep herself covered and even looked to the door while trying to push him away from her muff. What must he be thinking to try to touch her in the brightness of the day? Surely wives and husbands only touched under the cover of darkness.
“There is nothing we do wrong in our marriage bed if we both agree to it. And I’m having my second helping of breakfast. You have your first helping. I’ll just occupy myself with this second taste.” She started to squeal and giggle. “And Texanna?”
“Hmm?” she responded trying to swallow the mouthful of egg quickly and not spew it everywhere but choked and had to drink plenty of coffee to clear her throat. He was definitely the devil incarnate.
“The children are up.”
He laughed as she screeched her alarm. He waited until she was breathing normally again before returning to his treat of pink bits now swimming in honey, his second breakfast.
“Oh, Colton McFadden, you’re pure evil.”
“Well, hold on a minute and let me see if I can redeem myself.”
Squirms, sighs, giggles, and moans were all muffled for fear of being heard, as Colton did just that.
Chapter Nine
A week after she became a married woman, Texanna woke to find her husband gone into town early. Colt said the judge would be back today and the new courthouse would be ready to move into as well. She knew that he was more than ready to get his own space again. Not that he minded sharing with the sheriff evidently, but the prisoners were smelling the place up. She laughed at his facial expression. He was rather cute, really, for a large, self-assured man.
Because of Colt’s earlier than normal morning, she didn’t get the chance to ask him if she could drive the wagon, but she figured he wouldn’t mind. She didn’t have a lot of experience handling a team but enough to manage. She had a list of provisions she needed to purchase and would stop and ask her husband for anything he needed before heading over to the Josephs to help with the baking for the social. Colton had said he had an account at the mercantile on this end of town so she would go there. Since Pia and Kaku were not socializers, for reasons her husband had explained but she wasn’t happy about, she’d decided to bake and then take away from the house would rude. She would bake extra and bring the extra home to share. She was happier with that outcome.
Her self-created morning chore list completed and the children set with their mother who seemed better than she had since arriving, Texanna decided she was ready to go. On her way to change, she stopped to watch Nada play and cuddle her children. Texanna longed to be able to do that someday. Nada smiled and her face lit up. Such a beautiful woman and mother. With a sigh, Texanna left the room.
She decided to change into her visiting company clothes and cleaned up before going out to the wagon. With Mark’s help, the team was hitched. He then assisted h
er to climb into the wagon and handed her the reins. As she left, she wondered what Mark did all day for he was rarely indoors. Men find things I guess, she told herself as she carefully left the property.
She had not driven a team in a while and it took a few moments to orient herself again. It was a well-established path once she came up from the property so she was soon rattling along without having to straddle any potholes. The rain had brought enough mud to make it difficult in some places, but Colton had a good team, and they didn’t falter. Driving them carefully, she arrived in town with the sun at her back and the mercantile ahead.
She had decided to get her dry goods taken care of first since the sun was high and hot without a sign of rain. Then she would see if her husband would like to take his wife to get a little lunch at Mae’s. She was singing a cute ditty before she walked into the pleasantly warm and bright store. Texanna was greeted by several women, and one woman asked her how married life was going. Texanna’s face turned bright red, and she mumbled something about it being wonderful and completed her order before turning around.
“I hear tell you married that handsome marshal, Texanna. Is it true?”
“Yes,” she answered in a subdued way but feeling her heart pound. They thought her husband was handsome. It was even possible that they thought she had made a good catch.
“Yeah, well too bad he’s a half-breed. I’m shocked your pa let you marry him.”
“Oh, didn’t you hear, her pa set it up. Texanna, did the marshal actually spank you?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Colton wanted to marry me and Pa agreed. That is all there is to it. Just ask him yourself if you don’t believe me. But I might not do it if he’s in a mood. He’ll scalp you.” Texanna laughed a kind of painful laugh at the sick joke, and her stomach felt tight for using her husband’s stout heritage as a tease.
“Yeah, Betsy,” said the woman standing next to Texanna, “or he might spank you!” The women thought that a better joke and laughed with lightly veiled sarcasm.
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