In Search Of Love: The Story of A Mail Order Bride (Mail Order Bride Series) by Susan Leigh Carlton Page A

hair above her head, to give him easy access to the buttons on her blue dress.  He slowly unbuttoned it and she let it fall to the floor.  He removed the layers until she stood before him in her chemise and pantaloons.
     
    She finished unbuttoning his shirt, and he slid it off and tossed it aside.  She unbuckled his belt and he let his trousers fall to the floor.  She saw the swell of his erection through his longjohns.  Tentatively, she reached out and touched it, wrapped her fingers around it and squeezed it.  She wouldn’t have believed it could get larger, but it did.  He’s going to put that big thing inside me.  I hope it will go in. 
     
    “I thought I was going to go off when she touched me , he thought.  He reached out and lifted the chemise above her head.  She turned and he undid her brassiere and let her marvelously firm breasts free.  He wrapped his arms around her from behind and cupped her breasts.  He heard a swooning sound as he massaged the pebbly surface of the nipples, now fully erect.  He removed his longjohns, then slid her pantaloons to the floor.  They stood there, fully revealed to each other.
     
    Facing each other again, he pulled her to him, all of her delights pressed against him, her flesh searing his, clinging to each other, his mouth devouring hers, they moved to the bed.  When the backs of her knees touched the bed, she fell back upon it, pulling him on top of her.  He looked into her deep blue eyes, and said, “Hello, Mrs. Murphy.”
     
    “Hello yourself, Mr. Murphy”. 
     
    He kissed the tender unblemished skin of her cheek, and then kissed his way down the tender flesh that was her neck.  With his fingers kneading the softness of her breast, he traced the surface of her nipple and then took it into his mouth.  She stifled a moan that threatened to get louder.  He took more of the breast into his mouth.  This time, she couldn’t completely stifle the moan, and the sound escaped.
     
    Through the door came the voice of her mother, “Katerina, are you all right?”
     
    She giggled.  “Yes, Mama.  I’m fine,” squirming as he took the other breast into his mouth, sucking at them.
     
    Patrick slid one hand down, pausing at her navel, probing then moved on, gently rubbing her belly.  He reached the silky thatch covering her cave of treasures, moving through them,  massaging the folds that guarded the entrance, feeling the wetness her body had emitted..
     
    Ohhhhhh, he’s inside.   The finger moved around the slick interior,  She squirmed as it touched a sensitive spot.  An incredibly sensitive spot.  He gently moved the now lubricated finger against the sensitive spot.  She felt a tremor that began somewhere deep within.  It began to grow, taking on a life of its own.  Pushing, thrusting against his hand, her moans were blocked by his hungry mouth and insistent tongue.  Gradually the wave subsided.  He continued to massage her interior and the feeling grew again, even more powerful than before.  When it ended, she lay limp, her skin glistening from the exertions her body had performed.
     
    “Patrick, that was the most incredible feeling I have ever had.  No one has ever touched me till now and you took me to places I didn’t know existed.  It was wonderful.”  Her hand grasped his member and moved it to her entrance.  She moved it around, feeling a stirring within her body again.
     
    Patrick raised his body slightly and guided his staff to the slick entrance.  He pushed the head inside slightly, then withdrew.  He did it again, a little more deeply.  He moved off and then slid a finger inside, pushing and stretching the inside of her.  He put another finger inside and continued moving, thrilling as her body responded to his touch and sped toward climax once more.  When it subsided, he said, “This is going to hurt.  I’ll be as gentle as I can.”
     
    “Go ahead, Patrick.  I’m all right.  Kiss me to help keep the noise