Marshal's Law

by Maddie Taylor

  Abruptly he stopped and watched as she whimpered in alarm, her eyes flying open and finding his. Lost in her own bliss, she had no idea she had moved. His lips quirked in a self-satisfied smile. Being able to bring her such ecstasy was a heady feeling that triggered his own potent response. Hovering above her center, he blew softly across her swollen clit, watching and waiting for her to realize her mistake. But she didn’t—she was too far gone with need.

  “Hands on the headboard, Janelle. Stay where I put you.”

  Her eyes ignited with desire at his command. Although she often balked at his orders, her fiery responses in the heat of passion told Aaron she liked his command of her body. She was delightfully submissive in bed. Now if he could just get a fraction of that to carry over to the rest of their life, things would settle down. Writhing beneath him, her body sought completion as she arched her hips, silently begging him for more.

  He watched in fascination as she processed his order. He could tell some portion of her brain was still functioning despite the sexual overload, because after a moment she obeyed, her hands once again reaching for the headboard. As soon as her fingers grasped the wood, he resumed his play. His lips, tongue, and fingers tormented her until she hovered on the precipice of a mind-blowing orgasm. Once again he stopped, coming up to his knees between her legs. “No…” she groaned in frustration. “Aaron, please. I was almost there.”

  “Hush, darlin’, wait until I’m inside you. I want us to find our sweet reward together.”

  * * *

  Janelle watched him with a heavy-lidded gaze, eyes dropping to his cock. The man had been gifted with a magnificent cock. It was both long and thick. No wonder she could barely walk after he’d taken her four times last night. Abruptly, the words ‘well-hung’ popped into her mind. It seemed like an out of place, 21st century term, and she couldn’t help but giggle.

  He paused, looking down at her with a questioning gaze. “Something funny, darlin’?”

  “No, sir. I mean…” She was distracted as she watched him. His hard length was in his hand, and he was stroking himself slowly. Another thought popped in her head and she giggled again.

  “A lesser man would take offense at a woman laughing in the middle of lovemaking. Care to share what’s so funny?”

  It was a silly thought. She’d remembered surfing the internet one day with a friend. They came across the Urban Dictionary and began searching naughty words. When they entered the words ‘big cock’, a long list of decidedly crude and funny names had popped up. One in particular had stuck in her head—Longboard the Impaler. It sounded like a medieval knight’s nickname, and then, like now, it made her giggle. “I’m sorry. A funny thought popped into my head just now. I know it’s an inappropriate time.”

  She watched as he moved closer, coming to a stop on his knees near the head of the bed. Her mouth watered thinking about that glorious shaft sliding deep between her lips, and instantly she sobered. If she moved just a few inches, she could make it happen.

  “Tell me.”

  “Uh, I’d rather not.” It would take a bit of explaining to describe the internet, after all, and she’d rather focus on what he obviously had planned for her next.

  “It’s not polite to keep secrets, Janelle. Didn’t your mother ever teach you that?”

  “That lesson must not have stuck.”

  “Hmm… after we’re done here, we might need to have a deportment lesson.”

  “No, that’s not necessary. I’ll remember from now on.”

  “We can only hope.” Aaron busied himself arranging the pillows, lifting her head so she was propped up on two. She concentrated on keeping her hands still, grasping the spindles as he’d instructed and trying to be an obedient wife for a change.

  “So…” he prompted, having no intention of letting her off the hook.

  “Well, I read a euphemism about a man’s, uh—shaft. Thinking about it just now got me tickled.”

  As he looked down at her, his mouth quirked in that oh-so-sexy grin. He waited for more.

  “You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, no secrets.”

  “But… It’s just silly, Aaron.”

  He looked down at his hard shaft and stroked himself slowly—the big tease.

  “Fine, it was Longboard the Impaler.”

  He paused a moment, considering her response. “Sounds like a Viking. I like it. You may call me that, wife.”

  She sputtered, becoming flustered and bemused. “What? I was just… It’s a silly—” Janelle was stunned. Was he serious?

  He wasn’t, of course, and couldn’t contain his laughter any longer. “I’m teasing, Janelle. But as a lesson for your slow response, I want to feel your soft lips and delightful little tongue on my cock, or should I say, my ‘Impaler’.” He then moved, straddling her chest.

  The time had come, she knew, but she wasn’t sure how to begin. Her mind raced with questions and worries. Could she use her hands? Did she lick him or take him straightaway into her mouth. What if she wasn’t good at it, or worse, what if she didn’t like it?

  “You look nervous, darlin’. Haven’t you done this before?”

  She shook her head wildly, her eyes glued to his impressive length. She had read about it, wondering and fantasizing about what it would be like. She’d seen pictures and even some naughty videos of women eagerly taking a hard cock into their mouth, and she had wanted to experience it for herself. How would it feel gliding deep inside? How would it taste on her tongue? She’d craved the experience for so long, but now, when faced with the reality, she hesitated. Would it even fit?

  “Relax, honey. I’ll guide you.”

  “Can I touch you?”

  “No, just your mouth this time. I don’t think I can stand any more than that at the moment.” He took the initiative and slid the head of his cock across her lips. When she tried to take him inside, he pulled back. “Not yet. Use your tongue and lick it first. I want you to taste me like I just tasted you.”

  His voice was raspy with need, which caused her own to surge higher. As he watched, she tentatively opened her lips, her tongue peeking out to taste him. She then lapped at the smooth, broad head of his shaft. As her tongue licked the glistening moisture, she found that it was salty, but pleasantly so.

  “Look up at me, darlin’.”

  She did, and the fire in his eyes was intense, desire for her visible in their depths.

  “Now open.” As soon as she obeyed, he slowly slid into her mouth. She was relieved when he held back, keeping his strokes slow and shallow. After a few minutes, he went a bit deeper, but she tensed as he neared the back of her throat, and she gagged. Pulling out, he stroked her hair, soothing her until she caught her breath.

  He wrapped one hand around the base of his cock. “This will keep me from going too deep. Now relax, and we’ll try again. Just breathe through your nose and relax.”

  She concentrated on her breathing, trying to relax as he said, and tried again. This time her lips bumped up against his hand before going too deep, and she relaxed some more. She focused on the feel of him gliding in and out of her mouth. The taste, his masculine scent, and hearing him growl with pleasure all combined to make her feel empowered and much more confident.

  Looking up at him again, she could see the tension in his face and the snap of barely-leashed passion in his eyes. She watched him watching her as he dominated her mouth, exerting such control over his need that his corded neck was tense with the strain, his jaw clenched and face rigid. He could have taken more of her mouth, but instead he gave her time to grow used to him and get comfortable.

  Lacing the fingers of one hand through her hair, he guided her head gently. Janelle didn’t mind his guidance. He wasn’t pushing or demanding, and she was still in control—somewhat. He was simply showing her what he enjoyed, setting the rhythm, letting her experience it. After a few minutes, she found that she was really enjoying it. Pleasing him, making him feel good, was pl
easurable for her as well. She began to move faster, and she started to moan. A low humming vibration, which Janelle in her innocence couldn’t know would drive him insane with pleasure. Enjoying this new type of pleasure much more than she ever expected, she worked him faster. Employing her tongue now, she started stroking the underside of his shaft with each upstroke, then swirling around the head before taking him down deep again. As her concentration on giving him pleasure rose, her eyes closed again, but Aaron would have none of it.

  “Look at me, Janelle. Don’t hide those lovely eyes. I want to see your passion.”

  She obeyed, staring directly into his eyes as he began to move his hips, taking her mouth. A few deeper strokes, and he reluctantly withdrew, giving a tight smile when she whimpered in disappointment. “Hush, darlin’, I want to spend while buried deep inside your sweet center. We’ll try this again another time.” Leaning down, he melded his mouth with hers. “Thank you for yielding to me so sweetly, Janelle. You have no idea how arousing it was to watch you surrender your mouth to me.”

  “I think I do, Aaron. I liked it, too.”

  “That’s my girl. You are so giving, darlin’. I’m a lucky man to have been gifted with such an adventurous and sensual wife. Are you wet and ready for me, honey? Because I’m ready to take you fast and hard. Your mouth has pushed me close to my limit.”

  “Oh yes, sir. I can’t wait to have you inside me.”

  “Land’s sake, Janelle. When you call me ‘sir’ in that sultry voice, it does something to me.” Moving down her body, he spread warm, moist kisses in a path to her breasts. Reaching his goal, he sucked a nipple deep into his mouth while at the same time he plunged into her sopping wet core. Sensations overwhelmed her, and she arched her back, offering more of her breasts while canting her hips to accept the next deep thrust. They matched movements, simultaneously meeting each plunge with an upward thrust. Janelle squeezed him tight with her internal muscles, holding on desperately with her legs. She wasn’t about to let him torture her by pulling back at the last minute again.

  “Aaron, I can’t wait any longer. I’m there.”

  Slipping a hand between them, he slid the broad pad of his thumb over her aching nub, giving her just a bit more to make her climax and keep pace with his own.

  “Come for me now, love. Let me feel your rapture.”

  One more stroke was all it took as she hurtled over the peak, her body clenching around his, both inside and out, as she clung to him passionately. Her orgasm triggered his own, and he thrust into her again—once, twice, three times more—before throwing back his head and growling his release. It went on for long minutes as he thrust into her, spilling his hot seed, filling her. Finally, he exhaled heavily and came to a stop, dropping down and burying his face in her neck, still holding most of his weight protectively from her. “Sakes alive, darlin’. You’ve wrung every drop of energy from me.”

  “I’m with you on that, cowboy. Stick a fork in me—I’m done.”

  He laughed weakly and rolled off her, lying close to her side.

  “You’re so easy, Aaron. That joke is older than I am.”

  “That means it’s new to me, since it will probably be one hundred years before it’s ever told.”

  “Yeah, just think, I’ve got 135 years of old jokes to try out on you.”

  Aaron groaned and rolled over onto his back. With his arm around her, she was dragged with him, but she certainly didn’t mind. As she rested her head on his shoulder, her hand rose to gently play along his lightly-haired, perfectly cut chest.

  “Dang, honey! I came so hard; we surely made us a baby this time.”

  “Uh, Aaron. I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that. Would you be upset if we didn’t have a baby right away? I mean, in my time, there is something that we call birth control.”

  Shifting her to her back, he came up on an elbow and looked down at her with concern. “Do you mean condoms? Don’t you want a baby, Janelle?”

  “No. I mean, yes. I mean, no, that’s not what I meant, and yes, I want a baby, eventually.”

  Losing his patience with her stalling, his voice was stern, as he demanded an answer. “Quit talking in circles and tell me what you mean.”

  “In my time, since women usually have multiple sex partners before they marry, they use something called birth control—which can be pills, or they take a shot. That’s what I did. I took a shot every three months, which prevented me from conceiving. I got one the week before I arrived here, so it could be several months before I conceive.”

  His eyes searched hers for a moment. Finally, he nodded, evidently accepting another medical marvel of the future. He brought a hand up to stroke her face gently. “You do want babies with me, don’t you, honey?”

  “Yes, but I’d prefer to only have three and to space them a few years apart. I don’t want to wear out my body. As a nurse, I know something about that and can help track when my cycle is to help us conceive when we want and prevent conception when we don’t. It’s not always effective.”

  “It all sounds very scientific, honey. Just so you know, the condoms are awful. I don’t know if they’ve progressed much in your time, but the choices now are either disgusting animal, uh—parts—or rigid rubber. Trust me, you wouldn’t like either type. It’s not at all passionate and romantic like what happened here a few minutes ago.”

  “Have you ever heard of the rhythm method?” At his frown, she figured not. “I think the Latin term is coitus interruptus.”

  “Ah, pulling out. Also not effective, so I hear. The only foolproof method I know of is abstinence, and you can forget about that one.”

  “Will it always be like this, Aaron? I mean, wild and raw. Don’t most long term couples lose the spark after a while?”

  Surprised, he looked at her, as if challenged. “You just leave that to me. Okay?”

  “Alright, honey. I’ll trust you to keep it passionate and romantic.”

  Nodding, he kissed her again, then rolled out of bed. “Get dressed and let’s go get some dinner. I’m starved.”

  Snuggling into the pillows, she grumbled mildly, not wanting to leave their comfortable bed. “You’re always hungry, husband. My nana would say you have hollow legs.”

  “I’m starved because I have a beautiful wife who has delicious tempting curves that always keep me hard and raring to go.”

  Flushing, she felt the heat on her face slowly spreading down her neck and across her chest to the top of her breasts. She watched his eyes follow the flood of color before he bent low to kiss her, pulling her from the bed. He swatted her ass playfully as he demanded, “Hurry up, woman, your man needs food.”

  Yelping and covering her vulnerable hind parts, she scampered out of the way, pouting prettily at him. “My butt seems to be a magnet for your hands, husband. I worry I’ll never sit comfortably again.”

  * * *

  They went to a restaurant in town called Mama Annie’s. It offered home-style cooking, and unlike modern restaurants with too many choices, there was a selection of three entrees to choose from. Janelle craved a Coke or a soda of any kind. Even an off-brand soda sounded heavenly, but again she had to settle for hot or iced tea, milk, or lemonade. She wracked her brain to remember when Coca-Cola had first come on the market and feared that she had several years or decades to wait.

  She again chose milk, thinking she’d at least have strong bones. The meal of fried chicken, roasted potatoes, and okra was good, but the portions were huge, and she left at least half of her plate untouched. As she held her too full belly, she watched in amusement as Aaron polished of both of their plates, then ordered a big slice of apple pie a la mode. She declined a piece but accepted a taste from his spoon.

  After dinner, they strolled leisurely through the dimly lit streets as twilight faded to night. Aaron carefully made a detour or two to circumvent the “seedy” areas of town that he sternly cautioned Janelle to avoid as well. It was almost dark, and she couldn’t see where he was referring to,
so she smiled and nodded agreeably. As she took in the quaint houses that lined the residential street where they strolled, Aaron told her many of the professional folks in town lived close by, and he pointed out the homes of the mayor, a couple of local store owners, and an attorney—who were all their neighbors. It seemed like a modern subdivision, and Janelle was glad Aaron had chosen to build his house in this part of town. It was comfortable and more like what she was used to growing up. It even had gas-powered streetlights to light their way and several neighbors waved and called greetings from their porches as they passed.

  “I like it here, Aaron. Can’t we stay in town? I’m afraid I would be lonesome and feel isolated on the ranch, far away from everyone.”

  “I don’t think that it’s safe, Janelle.”

  “I don’t understand how being alone in the middle of nowhere is safer than being alone here in town, where there’s neighbors and people. What if you taught me how to shoot a gun?”

  “Now why does that thought petrify me?”

  “Seriously, Aaron. If I could shoot, you wouldn’t have to worry about leaving me alone during the daytime either.”

  “That’s something I’ll have to consider for a bit. At the ranch we would have hands that could keep watch, and you wouldn’t have any need to be armed.”

  “What a waste of manpower. We could bring Champ to town to be our guard dog. With him on duty and me armed, no one would dare bother us. Please, honey. Can’t we stay at the house?” She loved the ranch and his family, but she wanted to be in her own home where they had privacy.

  “You’re getting mighty close to nagging, honey.”

  “It’s just that it’s so perfect, Aaron,” she said in a soft voice. She didn’t want to be a bitchy, nagging wife. Then a thought occurred to her. “What if we live here, but I stay with your parents when you’re out of town? I’d try not to be a burden.”