His Passionate Pioneer (16 page)

"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.

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.

Richard unyoked the oxen as Anna prepared their evening meal. She made sure to place rocks in a circle so that the fire would be contained. It was greener here, but the danger of fire was constantly discussed. Once the fire was going, Anna smiled as Harriet heated lard in an iron skillet, preparing to make drop biscuits.

"I wish we had some fresh berries," Charity said. "I have such a craving for something sweet and fresh." She glanced at the quilt, where Hope was playing happily with a string made from empty wooden spools.

"Too late in the season, I suppose," Anna replied, as she poured some water from a pail into a large iron kettle. "As it is, our potatoes and vegetables are beginning to look a bit shriveled." She bent to lift the heavy pot and gasped, closing her eyes as a wave of dizziness flooded through her.

"Are you all right?"

"I think so. Just a bit dizzy. It's this blasted heat," she said, taking a few deep breaths until she felt her head clear.

Charity helped her lift the kettle onto the hook that hung from a tripod above the fire. "Lord knows we could probably cook an egg on just one of these rocks," she teased, as she unwrapped brown paper that contained the last of their fresh meat. "I'll start on this if you'll chop the vegetables. Anna, what's wrong?"

Anna couldn't answer as she had one hand pressed to her stomach, the other to her mouth. She ran towards some bushes and fell to her knees, vomiting up the water she'd drunk when they'd made camp. She remained kneeling and then gasped when she felt something wet and cool being pressed against the back of her neck.

"It's just me," Harriet reassured her, pressing the cloth to Anna's skin and passing her another damp one. "Press this to your face, you are very pale."

"Thank you. I don't know why I got sick but I feel much better now."

Harriet gave her a few minutes before helping her to her feet and guiding her back to their camp. "You just sit and rest. Charity and I will finish the stew."

Anna wanted to protest, but just the sight of Charity cutting the venison into cubes had her stomach rolling over. She settled on the quilt, her back to the fire, playing with Hope.

After the stew had been prepared and was simmering, Harriet pressed a cup of tea into her hands. "Drink this, it will help with the nausea."

Anna accepted it, taking a tentative sip as if unsure her stomach wouldn't reject it.

"I'll show you how to make the mixture," Harriet said, as she sank to the blanket and pulled Hope onto her lap, bending to speak to the little girl. "It looks like I'm going to have another little angel to cuddle."

Anna looked from them to Charity, who was preparing the coffee to brew at the edge of the coals. "It will be nice for Hope to have a new brother or sister," she said.

Harriet laughed and shook her head. "I'm not talking about a sibling, though I'm pleased to know that Hope won't be an only child. No, Anna, I'm talking about a child who is sure to become quite a good friend." At Anna's puzzled look, she reached out and patted her hand. "I expect it would be a good idea to remind Richard he'll need to have a nursery in that house he's planning."

"A nursery? Why? Oh, you can't mean…"

"I most certainly do." Harriet shared a knowing look with Charity as she joined them. "Yes, it is hot, but that is not why you got sick. You were just fine, your cheeks nice and rosy—until Charity unwrapped the venison." Harriet laughed and nodded. "Yes, just the thought of it has all the color draining from your face. You are with child, my dear."

Anna looked between the two, her hand subconsciously going to press against her abdomen. "How?"

Charity laughed. "I'm guessing that from the way your wagon rocks every night, you really shouldn't be so shocked."

"Are you sure? I mean, we… Richard… do you really think I'm pregnant?"

Harriet nodded. "I might just be the nurse, but I'm willing to bet that you'll have your own wee babe soon."

Anna struggled to accept the woman's words and, when she realized she couldn't remember the last time she'd had her flow, the truth had her grinning from ear to ear. It took her a few minutes before she realized what else Harriet had said. Hugging Charity, she asked, "You're pregnant, too?"

"Yes, and probably due about the same time as you. It will be so wonderful being together."

Anna couldn’t agree more. If she didn't have her mother to guide her through her first foray into parenthood, at least she had a dear friend, whom she loved more every day. She couldn't wait to tell her husband, and made the women promise not to say a word to another soul until she had. They both assured her they would keep her secret.

Once dinner was ready, Anna managed to eat a small portion of the stew; the cooked meat not as loathsome looking as it had been raw.

After cleaning up, the couples enjoyed cups of coffee and spent more time talking and laughing, as they wouldn't have to rise so early the next morning. As their friends departed, Anna suddenly felt shy as she undressed, and used a wet rag to give herself a quick wash. She laid her palm against her belly and realized it seemed a bit rounder than before. Her breasts also appeared a bit heavier. She removed the pins from her hair and was combing it with her fingers when Richard spoke from the back of the wagon.

"You are so beautiful. I will never get tired of looking at you. You look like a goddess, your glorious hair about you. God, I love all your soft curves—it's a wonder I can keep from burying myself inside you every moment of every day."

She blushed and then smiled. "Do you really like my curves?" she teased, turning fully towards him, her hand moving to cup one of her breasts. She gave a soft moan, her nipple puckering both from the touch and the look in his eyes as he watched her. Lowering her hand, she ran it across her belly. "Will you like them as much when I begin to truly swell?"

Richard's eyes went from her belly to her eyes and back again. He climbed into the wagon, placing his hand over hers.

"Oh, Anna," he said, his eyes locking onto hers, and she saw tears welling in their blue depths. "Oh, my precious, adorable, loving wife." He let the tears fall, moving a hand to cup her cheek as he bent down until his forehead rested against hers. "Yes, I love your curves and I'm going to love watching our child grow in your belly. You are going to be the most wonderful mother." His lips branded hers, her tears of joy joining his as they kissed.

Later, Anna purred as she pressed into his side, her hand on his chest. He'd shown her exactly how much he loved her curves, squeezing, kissing and stroking every inch of her body as he loved her again and again. "Richard," she said softly.

"Hmm?" he replied, his eyes closed, a soft smile on his lips.

"How do you know I'm going to be a good mother? I mean, I'm not even sure I'm a good wife. You've had to spank me quite often, you know."

He chuckled and pulled her closer, his eyes open and meeting hers. "You are a perfect wife, sore arse or not. And, I know you'll be a great mother because, Anna, you have so much love inside you that you couldn't be anything less." He kissed her forehead and then gave her bare bottom a swat. "Besides, I never want you to lose your fire, your spirit. I'll still be happy to spank your arse even when we have a dozen little copper-haired little Annas running about."

She giggled, pressing her bottom against his hand. "A dozen? Um, do you think that will be enough? After all, I'd like a few handsome, bossy little Richards, as well."

"Bossy, am I?" he said, sitting up and pulling her across his lap.

Anna squealed as he began to give her bottom gentle swats before rubbing the sting away. "I also said handsome, remember?" she said.

"Oh, I remember—and that, my love, is why this is going to be a spanking that will have you crying in pleasure instead of pain."

"Um, I like those kind of spankings."

Once her bottom was pinkened, tingling from his attention, she moaned her pleasure as he filled her cunny.

"Soon I'm going to have to teach you how to offer me your bottom hole," Richard said, as he sank fully into her. He bent to kiss her belly before moving to suckle at her breast.

Instead of feeling scared, she felt her pucker clench and her cream flow. He'd taught her so much, and these lessons, the ones conducted in the privacy of their canvas-walled bedroom, were ones she'd never tire of learning. They made love until they were both trembling, their bodies exhausted, their hearts sated.

Just before Anna slipped into sleep, she kissed his cheek. "I love you, husband, and know you are going to be a great father to our son."

"Or daughter," he said, giving her a final kiss. "I'll be pleased and feel blessed with either."

Anna smiled, her hand beneath his as he held them against her slightly rounded tummy. Somehow she just knew that, growing beneath their hands, safely cradled in the body he had just loved so completely, a little boy was preparing to be born.

The next evening, they attended a meeting that had been called by the wagon master. After reminding them of the rules of safety, he announced that they'd soon be making the arduous trip around Mount Hood in the Rocky Mountains.

"It won't be easy, but wagons have gone before us. We'll spend the next few days making any repairs—no matter how small you think it is, this is the time to fix it. Those not involved in repairs will need to hunt. I know folks are running low on supplies, and we will stop a final time at the fort. We've come a long way together and I want you to know how proud I am of all of you. I'm positive that, with continued hard work and cooperation, we'll arrive safely." He seemed a bit surprised as several people clapped, showing their appreciation for his leadership. He grinned and ended the meeting on a happy note. "Don't think there's any reason why you can't take some time to relax a bit, as well. The river is safe to wash your clothes or yourselves. Just remember, don't wander off alone. There haven't been any problems with the Indians reported but let's err on the side of caution; always let someone know in which direction you're heading."

The next morning, they began to unpack the wagon. Richard set the last box down. "Remember, I don't want you lifting anything back in after you're done cleaning. I'll do it when I get back," he said.

Anna nodded, though she thought it a bit silly. Ever since she'd told him she was pregnant, he'd been treating her like a fragile piece of china. This trip had made her stronger in more ways than one as she learned how what it meant to be a pioneer. Thoughts of learning had her smiling as she nodded. "Okay, I won't lift the boxes and I won't overdo." She finished wrapping some biscuits and bacon into paper for his lunch.

"Good girl. I'll be back by supper time." He gave her a kiss, rubbing a hand across her abdomen as he had done several times already. She found she loved the way he was expressing his love for both her and their unborn child. He tucked the parcel of food into a canvas bag to eat during the hunt, and waved as he headed towards the growing group of men outside the wagons. They'd spend the day hunting further afield, the chaos of a wagon train full of noisy people and lowing cattle having scattered the game from the area.

Anna spent the next couple of hours sweeping every bit of dirt from inside the wagon and preparing their clothing to be washed. She had found the ripped pair of drawers pushed between two boxes, quickly stuffing them into her sewing basket before Richard could see. She'd totally forgotten about them, even as she had sat mending tears or replacing buttons on Richard's shirts. They had come such a long way since that day he'd torn them from her body when she hadn't been quick enough to obey his orders. The memory didn't worry her. It actually served as a reminder of how much she was loved, and how much they'd grown in their marriage.

Harriet had insisted that she and Charity and their men come over to eat the evening meal with them. A man had given them four rabbits he'd shot in payment for some medical care Robert had provided. Wild greens and onions together with cornbread, fresh butter, and a jar of Harriet's strawberry preserves would provide the group with a good meal. Anna walked with Charity and Hope towards the Williams' wagon.