His Passionate Pioneer (6 page)

She finally actually looked down between their bodies to see his erection. This time, when it jerked, she smiled and began to stroke her hand up and down its long length. Richard held himself in check, barely daring to breathe.

"Is this okay? Am I doing it right?" she asked.

"Oh yes, you are doing great but, honey," he said, once again wrapping his hand around hers and gently removing it, "if you don't stop, I'm going to cum without making love to you." Seeing the confusion on her face, he was again reminded of how innocent she was. "You'll understand soon, I promise." She blushed but moaned softly as he moved her from his lap to lay her down on the bed. Richard stroked softly down her arms until he felt her relax against him once more. He then feasted on her neck and breasts until she was wiggling underneath him.

* * * * *

"Please," she begged, wanting something she couldn't name but knowing she needed more. The sensations flooded her body, building as he suckled and nipped on her breasts. She'd had no idea that men actually suckled as an infant would, but God, she never wanted him to stop. Her nipples were rock hard and throbbing with need. She felt the same throbbing between her legs and was soon whimpering.

He smiled as he released her nipple. "Spread your legs for me, Anna, open yourself. Let me teach you."

She hesitated for an instant but when his hand moved to her thigh, guiding her, she opened her legs to allow him entry. He kept his eyes on hers as he lowered one hand to her center. She gasped as his fingers began to caress her, softly moving through her pubic hair, parting her curls to stroke her in a place she had never truly considered before. When his finger slid between the lips of her sex to circle again and again in one specific spot, she bucked against his hand and would have pushed him away if he had allowed her to use her hands. Instead, he pinned both wrists above her head while stroking her with his free hand. She felt herself growing wetter, and a need building that she could not yet identify.

"Oh, God, I feel like I'm burning," she moaned, her head threshing on the pillow.

"Shh, let me pleasure you."

Her husband didn't wait for her to respond, instead continuing his play between her legs. When he spread her labia lips apart and pressed one thick finger into her wetness, she felt her body jerk and a rush of moisture flood from her. Without conscious thought, she lifted her bottom off the mattress, unable to stop her whimpers. She thought she was going to explode, her muscles jerking; and yet it was the most incredible feeling in the world.

"I love stroking you, touching you and watching your pleasure build. Now cum for me Anna. Don't think, just feel my touch and let it happen." He spoke softly, his mouth at her ear, his lips kissing her neck when he finished speaking. When he continued to stroke in and out of her and then used his thumb and finger to find that same spot, stroking against it, gently squeezing it, she went wild when her world exploded, screaming his name.

His mouth covered her own and she knew he was stifling her cries; yet she didn't care. What he was doing, what he was making her feel—there were no words to describe it. She bucked underneath him, her body convulsing with the first orgasm of her life. She finally fell back onto the bed, her heart pounding, the blood rushing through her body.

"Good girl, that's my very good girl," Richard said, kissing her again and again. "Now I'm going to take you, little one."

She nodded, wanting him to claim her, to make her his wife. She felt him steady himself between her spread legs and then felt his erection at her entrance. He bent forward to kiss her gently once more and released her hands.

"It is going to hurt a little, but only this first time. Just hold onto me, honey, let me know you. I promise you will enjoy it."

She nodded bravely. When he began to enter her, she clenched her jaw tight, not wanting her cries to be heard in the house. She tried to pull away; he was stretching her, filling her. Olivia's words flooded back as she placed her hands on his chest, attempting to push him away.

"No, please. You're too big. You're hurting me!"

Taking her hands into his again, he pressed them to his lips before drawing them over her head. "Shh," he whispered, "relax, Anna. I know it hurts but I promise it will be only for a moment." Richard continued to whisper soothing words to her until he gave one huge thrust and broke through her maidenhead. She arched up and screamed again, grateful his mouth had descended to cover hers.

She whimpered as the pain filled her; she felt like she was being torn and wanted him out of her. Tears filled her eyes but, as he held himself still, allowing her to adjust to him, she began to calm. He bent forward to suckle her nipples and slowly began to stroke in and out of her body, going slow, withdrawing and pushing forward in long strokes that soon had her moaning. Anna wasn't aware when she began to move with him, lifting her hips when he thrust forward and mewling when he withdrew.

Richard released her nipple and then her hands. He smiled down at her as she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and held on. He pumped into her deeper and faster until he was buried to the hilt.

"God, you feel marvelous," he moaned, "I can feel your cunny pulling me in. It's the most incredible feeling in the world, for it means you are mine, Anna. You are mine forever and always."

She smiled up at him, wanting nothing more than to be his. He began to thrust harder and then she felt his hands under her bottom, lifting her up in order to drive deeper. She wrapped her legs around his waist. His cock was claiming her and she never wanted it to end. She released his neck to clutch at the sheets as he took her. She felt the fire building in her tummy again and, when his fingers moved to touch her, to squeeze and stroke across her sex, she tried to suppress her cries as she exploded for the second time. Richard groaned and then convulsed as she felt her contractions around his cock. He pumped into her much harder, deeper than before, and when he lifted his head and called her name, she felt him jerk as spurts of his own release filled her. Clinging to him, she realized they were both panting hard as they came down from ecstasy together.

When he lay across her, his head on her shoulder, she stroked his hair, feeling him shudder. She smiled; this had been nothing like she had expected. Cousin Olivia was a fool! If this was what she could expect every time her husband demand she make herself available, she'd be more than willing. Richard rolled off her only to pull her to lie across his chest, her body pressed full length against his. He kissed her again and again, thanking her for the gift of herself. Anna blushed and thanked him as well. She felt his cock, sticky underneath her stomach, and wiggled a bit. He groaned and she was shocked to feel it twitch. The surprise on her face must have been evident because he chuckled.

"I'll never get tired of wanting you, Anna." He moved to kiss her gently. "Tell me, was your cousin right?"

She blushed and buried her face in his chest, happy but embarrassed. "No. You were, though."

He smiled and they made love again—this time Anna was truly open and relaxed as it hurt far less now that she was no longer a virgin. Richard took her to heaven again and again, until she felt boneless and unable to move a single muscle. It seemed she didn't need to move as her husband lifted himself from her only to pull her to lie spooned against him, her bottom pressing against his cock. He patted her buttock and then laid his hand on her front, his fingers dipping down to stroke through her pubic hair. She felt very naughty in a totally different way as she snuggled into him. His fingers made her feel claimed, warm, and very much loved.

"Love you, wife," he whispered.

"Love you, husband," she answered, before falling into an exhausted, sated sleep.

In the morning, Richard took her again. She gave herself to him completely and he was grateful. She was a very passionate woman and he knew how lucky he was. He could have married a wonderful woman but one who was unable to actually enjoy the act of sex. Anna seemed to have forgotten any words her cousin had shared—something for which he was also grateful. Perhaps Olivia was one of those women who knew that sex was necessary to produce babies, but once that had been accomplished, would regard the act as nothing but a chore. He promised himself that Anna would never have reason to think of what they were doing together as anything but intense pleasure. He wanted to teach her so many things and help her discover the joy of sharing his bed.

"Good morning, wife," he said, grinning down into her face, watching as her eyes glazed over with desire. She moaned as he pushed deep into her.

"Good morning, husband," she said, arching and giving a soft whimper as he thrust hard.

"Am I hurting you?"

She shook her head from side to side, but her eyes slid away from his.

"No, Anna, don't look away," Richard instructed. "Making love is for both of our pleasure—not just mine. I want you to always give me an honest answer. Do you want me to stop; or go slower?"

Her eyes found his and she shook her head again. "No, I'm just a little sore. You fill me up so much." She hesitated and then whispered, "Please, touch me. Touch me down there."

Smiling, he moved a hand to her sex and found her clitoris. "Here?" he asked as she gasped and pushed her hips up. At her nod, he bent to kiss her. "This is your clittie, Anna. Do you like it when I stroke and pinch you here?"

"Yes," she managed to hiss.

"I love hearing you moan. I love sliding in and out of your cunny." He bent and nipped each taut bud of her nipples. "I love suckling and nipping on your sweet titties, and, wife, I love playing with your clittie." He adored her blush as well as her moan as he increased his thrusts, his fingers sliding around her swollen bud until she was gasping and then screaming out her climax. He felt her juices flood over his cock and buried himself deep, shooting his seed into her womb. If they kept this up, she'd be giving birth to their first child within the year. He kissed her deeply and loved the way she surrendered her mouth to his tongue. He pulled out of her warmth and she shuddered. He held her for a while until her breathing calmed. "Most of all, Anna, I love making you cum and hearing you scream my name as you take your pleasure." He kissed her once more.

"I wish I could keep you naked all day and fuck you every hour, but we've got a long trip ahead," he went on.

She blushed at his words but nodded. Flinging back the quilt and sheets, he climbed out of the bed and walked to the washstand, pouring some water into the bowl. He shuddered as he washed himself, and turned when he heard a soft giggle. Looking over at the bed, he saw Anna propped up on her side, watching him. He grinned as he saw the direction of her gaze.

"Stop laughing, you little minx. It's cold in here!"

She giggled. "Is that why it is so small now?"

Richard finished washing before he spoke. "Is what small?"

Anna blushed but evidently remembered his earlier statement about answering his questions because she spoke softly. "Your cock."

He was pleased and grinned as he looked at her. "Yes, my cock isn't always long and hard; otherwise I'd be rather uncomfortable in my pants." He watched as she flushed but nodded, continuing to stare at his groin. Richard felt his cock twitch and grinned even more broadly as Anna's eyes widened. Her eyes never left his cock as the length and girth grew, hardening as she watched.

"Oh my," she gasped, when it was once again fully erect. He walked to the bed and she blushed as his cock came closer and closer to her face. She turned away but he reached out and turned her to face him.

"This, my love, is what you do to me. Just looking at you, knowing how much I love you, how much I want to touch you, will always make my cock nice and hard for your sweet pussy. Don't be ashamed or frightened, this is what God made for us to share. Look at it." His voice was quiet but firm.

She not only obeyed, she reached out and touched him, wrapping her hand around him, moving it up and down his shaft. She had obviously remembered being made to hold him the previous night.

Richard groaned. "Oh Anna, my God, what you do to me." When she looked up and smiled, he said, "I'll teach you how to please me. You'll learn to use your hands and your mouth, as well. I have so very much to teach you, wife."

Anna might not know exactly what he meant but he knew he'd love educating her. He had explained why her tummy had tingled and why her body felt as if it was burning. Her face had been a lovely shade of pink as he'd explained that climaxes or orgasms were her body's gift, that they coated her cunny with cream, making it easier for him to fuck her. He had also made sure she had experienced several. He had whispered for her to cum for him again and again and she had very willingly obeyed. As she continued to stroke her hand up and down his cock, he pushed memories of the previous evening from his mind.

He groaned and reached down to remove her hand before lifting the covers away from her body, pulling her down onto the edge of the bed and raising her bottom with his hands. She spread her legs to wrap around his waist as he plunged into her. She gasped and shuddered as he claimed her again. At her first loud cry, she pushed her fist into her mouth to stifle the moans she couldn't contain. Richard didn't care about any noises; he just rode her hard and fast until he felt her clench around him.

"That's right. Cum for me, Anna, cum now," he ordered, rocking into her body. He felt her obey as her body arched and she cried out, her cunny gripping him like a vise as she contracted around his cock again and again, her cream flooding her pussy. He plunged deep and filled her again. As he bent over the bed, his heart pounding, his legs shaking, he heard her giggle.

"Funny girl," he moaned. "At this rate, we'll never get out of here."

Anna laughed loudly and then shrieked when he lifted her legs and slapped her bottom hard. "Now, get out of that bed and wash up. No more fooling around, wife of mine."

She giggled and was soon washing with her husband. Richard didn't give her a chance to be shy about being naked in the daytime. He simply gave her bottom another pat and told her to hurry and dress before he found need to bend her over the bed and take her again.

She dressed quickly, then picked up the brush and ran it through her hair. Richard stopped and simply watched her. He finally took the brush from her and ran it down the strands of fire. "I love your hair, Anna. It's like a molten river of fire, and the fire below in your sweet pussy will always warm my cock." He hoped she never lost the sweet blush that colored her cheeks when he spoke coarsely. He also hoped she would never stop quivering when he stroked her softly. Richard grinned and continued to brush her hair while she purred at his strokes.

He finally stopped, knowing that he could soon have her stripped and under him yet again. As he handed her the brush, he teased, "Make sure you pack that, young lady. It will be useful on both your beautiful head, as well as that naughty bottom." He chuckled as Anna shoved the brush into her carpetbag, the last item she had to put into the wagon.

Richard smiled at her and took the bag from her hands. Going to the door, he opened it, turning to guide his wife from the room. He turned to see her looking back. When she glanced across to him, he could see unshed tears in her eyes and knew she was thinking she'd never again see the room in which she'd grown up—but he also hoped she was thinking about their lovemaking. She wiped her hand across her cheek and then smiled up at him. He bent to kiss her gently and they stepped through the door, leaving her childhood behind.

* * * * *

Breakfast was quickly finished and Anna was saying her goodbyes while Richard and John yoked the huge oxen. The covered wagon was fully loaded, and the canvas stretched across the wooden ribs looked fresh and clean in the morning sunlight. She knew it wouldn't look like this for long; Richard had talked about wagon trains and the months and months it would take to travel across the land. While she was sad to tell her family goodbye, her heart was pounding with excitement. Not only was she now a married woman, she was a real live pioneer!

After hugging and planting kisses on each of her brothers' cheeks, Anna turned to her sister. Margaret hugged her hard. "Annie, I'm going to miss you so much!"

Anna returned the embrace. "I'll miss you too, Maggie. Just think, you'll have the whole room to yourself now. Be a good girl and help Ma take care of the boys and Pa."

Margaret sniffed and wiped tears from her cheeks. "I will, I promise. Write to us when you can."

Anna promised, though she also warned her sister that the mail could take a long time to find its way home. She hugged and kissed her brothers, and then found herself wrapped in her mother's arms. Martha couldn't hold back her tears and Anna understood her Ma was sad to let the first of her babies go. Anna relished the comfortable, loving embrace and kept reassuring her that she would be fine, that Richard was a good husband, and that they would write when they could.

Martha finally stepped back and took a hard look at her daughter. "You are glowing. I can see the excitement in your eyes." Martha finally smiled. "I know you'll be fine, sweetheart. I'm guessing that Olivia may not have told you everything? You look so happy that you are about to burst."

Anna laughed and then whispered, "Ma, it was amazing. Is making love always so wonderful?"

Martha blushed and shushed her daughter, looking around as if to make sure they were not being overheard. Covering her mouth, she giggled. "Well, I've always thought so." Anna laughed a bit harder, her giggles only tapering off when her mother continued, "Just remember how you are feeling now when Richard has to lift your skirts and drop your drawers for a different reason."

Though she could feel her entire body flush, Anna managed to nod. Leaning forward, Martha gave her a last piece of knowledge, reaped from many years of a wonderful marriage to a strict, yet loving man. "No matter how much your bottom might burn when he is done disciplining you, I believe Richard is a man who will make sure to give you loving after care. Focus on the lessons you learn, my darling child, and you will be a very happy wife."

"I'll try, Ma," Anna promised. "I love you so much." The women parted on a very good and happy note. As Anna turned, she saw her father. He smiled and she went into his open arms.

"Oh, Annabelle, I'm going to miss you so much."

She teared up again. "I'll miss you too, Pa. Take care of everyone for me."

"I will, baby girl, I promise," John said quietly and then grinned. "Just make sure Richard takes care of you, as well." She blushed but laughed. John hugged her once more and then helped her up onto the high wagon seat. Anna swung her feet, as they didn't reach the floor of the wagon, and put on her bonnet, tying it securely under her chin. She gathered her skirts around her more tightly, making sure there would be plenty of room for Richard to sit. She looked down to see him shaking her father's hand and saw that he was also holding a package. Her attention was diverted when Martha suddenly remembered something and shouted at them to wait.

She ran into the house and returned with a large wicker basket; the same one Richard had bought at the picnic. As she handed it up to Anna, she said, "I almost forgot your lunch. I just packed up a few things so you don't have to worry about preparing anything today. Take care, and always remember, you are very much loved." Anna thanked her mother and put the heavy basket behind her into the front of the wagon.

"Paulie!" she cried, a bit startled to see his towhead pop up from beneath the quilt where she'd set the basket.

"I don't want you to go," the younger boy said forlornly.

"Oh, Paulie," Anna said softly. "I will always be here in your heart. When you are grown, you can always come visit."

"Promise?" Paul asked. "I need to give Richard another sling-shot lesson, you know."

"I'll look forward to that," Richard said, from where he was standing at the back of the wagon. "Until then, I promise I'll practice, and by the time you come west, maybe I can break more bottles than you."

Paul allowed himself to be lifted from the wagon. "All right, but remember, pick the good rocks."

Richard hugged the boy to him, ruffling his hair. "I'll remember." Then he finally climbed up and settled himself beside his bride. He grinned down at her. "Are you ready, wife?"

Anna hugged his arm. "Oh yes, husband, I'm ready!" They laughed together and he released the brake. Everyone shouted and waved until the wagon pulled into the road and was out of sight.

* * * * *

The young couple traveled for a few hours, towards the open plain where the wagon train was to meet. They saw some wagons off in the distance and Anna squealed with delight.

"Look!" she pointed towards two other wagons they saw as their own topped a small rise. "I can't wait to meet everyone. Do you think they'll like me?"

Richard laughed and pulled his wife close. "They'll like you, honey. Remember though, you'll be one of the youngest and least experienced. Just be patient and learn from the other wives and you'll be just fine."