out the freshly churned butter. She carried the bowl and he moved a chair from the table and took a seat.
"Though I love your beautiful face, that's not the body part I'm interested in at the moment. Turn around and show me your arse." He loved the blush that suffused her cheeks almost as much as he loved the two rose imprints the paddle had imprinted on her nether cheeks. But, what he most especially loved was the fact that he could see her sweet cream gathered in the lips of her pussy. His cock lengthened and for the first time, he was the one who wished the weekly churning was completed. When she looked over her shoulder and smiled, wiggling her butt from side to side, he shook his head.
"Like I said, absolutely incorrigible."
Chapter Five
Agatha put her hands on her husband's shoulders as he placed his at her waist to lift her from the wagon. She laughed when he swung her in a circle, remembering how her Pa used to twirl her around until she was quite dizzy before releasing her to collapse onto the ground. Sounds of her own laughter brought back memories of hearing her Ma scold her husband, but the three had known it was all in fun. She was snapped back to the present when instead of simply letting her slip to the ground, she was slowly slid down, her breasts pressing against the rock hard chest of the man who held her.
Once her feet were planted firmly back on the ground, her husband still didn't release her. His head bent and his mouth descended onto hers. She felt his tongue slide across her lips and goosebumps rise on her skin. She almost smiled when she realized that her toes were actually attempting to curl inside her shoes, as if she were the damsel in distress being claimed by her hero in any of the romance stories she loved to read. When Wyatt's tongue pushed through her lips to delve into her mouth and his hands moved from her waist to cup her bottom, she stiffened, suddenly recalling an angry face and a thundering voice spewing out words that had torn at her soul.
"Don't."
"I'm sor—"
"No, don't apologize." Wyatt bent down to press her forehead to hers. "Let him go, Agatha."
"I-I'm not sure I can."
He pulled her closer and they stood, her head tucked beneath his chin. She wrapped her arms around his waist when he held her just a bit tighter. "I can't do it alone. I don't know how."
"I'm here," he said softly. "I'll always be here. I love you, Aggy. I will help and together we'll banish the bastard forever."
"Promise?"
"Yes, I promise." He set her away just enough so that he could bend and kiss her again, this time gently. His lips moved from hers but only a short distance as he kissed the tip of her nose and then her forehead. By the time he straightened, she'd relaxed a bit and was able to give him a smile.
"Why don't you start breakfast while I unhitch the team?" he said.
"Oh, I thought…"
Her face heated as his lips slowly turned up into a smile that had his dimples deepening and a fire beginning in the pit of her belly.
"You have the proper thought, just not the correct timing. I am going to spank you but we both need to eat. In fact, add some fried potatoes to whatever Anna put in the basket. We'll both need our strength."
Agatha nodded, a bit worried that if he had any more strength, he'd be able to snap her in two. He was a large man, and not an ounce of that size was fat. The heat inside her grew as a picture of his bare chest flashed across her mind.
"Aggy?"
"Um, oh, what?"
"Where did you go? You looked a mile away."
Hoping that the sun made it impossible for him to detect how red her face must be, she shook her head. It was certainly improper for her to be picturing him unclothed out in the middle of the yard in broad daylight. "I was just thinking."
His hands ran down her sides slowly, not resting until he once again had his palms cupped around her nether cheeks. "Don't worry, Agatha. I promise I'm not going to hurt you."
"I never thought you would,"
"Though I love your beautiful face, that's not the body part I'm interested in at the moment. Turn around and show me your arse." He loved the blush that suffused her cheeks almost as much as he loved the two rose imprints the paddle had imprinted on her nether cheeks. But, what he most especially loved was the fact that he could see her sweet cream gathered in the lips of her pussy. His cock lengthened and for the first time, he was the one who wished the weekly churning was completed. When she looked over her shoulder and smiled, wiggling her butt from side to side, he shook his head.
"Like I said, absolutely incorrigible."
Chapter Five
Agatha put her hands on her husband's shoulders as he placed his at her waist to lift her from the wagon. She laughed when he swung her in a circle, remembering how her Pa used to twirl her around until she was quite dizzy before releasing her to collapse onto the ground. Sounds of her own laughter brought back memories of hearing her Ma scold her husband, but the three had known it was all in fun. She was snapped back to the present when instead of simply letting her slip to the ground, she was slowly slid down, her breasts pressing against the rock hard chest of the man who held her.
Once her feet were planted firmly back on the ground, her husband still didn't release her. His head bent and his mouth descended onto hers. She felt his tongue slide across her lips and goosebumps rise on her skin. She almost smiled when she realized that her toes were actually attempting to curl inside her shoes, as if she were the damsel in distress being claimed by her hero in any of the romance stories she loved to read. When Wyatt's tongue pushed through her lips to delve into her mouth and his hands moved from her waist to cup her bottom, she stiffened, suddenly recalling an angry face and a thundering voice spewing out words that had torn at her soul.
"Don't."
"I'm sor—"
"No, don't apologize." Wyatt bent down to press her forehead to hers. "Let him go, Agatha."
"I-I'm not sure I can."
He pulled her closer and they stood, her head tucked beneath his chin. She wrapped her arms around his waist when he held her just a bit tighter. "I can't do it alone. I don't know how."
"I'm here," he said softly. "I'll always be here. I love you, Aggy. I will help and together we'll banish the bastard forever."
"Promise?"
"Yes, I promise." He set her away just enough so that he could bend and kiss her again, this time gently. His lips moved from hers but only a short distance as he kissed the tip of her nose and then her forehead. By the time he straightened, she'd relaxed a bit and was able to give him a smile.
"Why don't you start breakfast while I unhitch the team?" he said.
"Oh, I thought…"
Her face heated as his lips slowly turned up into a smile that had his dimples deepening and a fire beginning in the pit of her belly.
"You have the proper thought, just not the correct timing. I am going to spank you but we both need to eat. In fact, add some fried potatoes to whatever Anna put in the basket. We'll both need our strength."
Agatha nodded, a bit worried that if he had any more strength, he'd be able to snap her in two. He was a large man, and not an ounce of that size was fat. The heat inside her grew as a picture of his bare chest flashed across her mind.
"Aggy?"
"Um, oh, what?"
"Where did you go? You looked a mile away."
Hoping that the sun made it impossible for him to detect how red her face must be, she shook her head. It was certainly improper for her to be picturing him unclothed out in the middle of the yard in broad daylight. "I was just thinking."
His hands ran down her sides slowly, not resting until he once again had his palms cupped around her nether cheeks. "Don't worry, Agatha. I promise I'm not going to hurt you."
"I never thought you would,"
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