Yankee Mail Order Bride by Susan Leigh Carlton

mean, all of me.”
     
    “Then I’m the luckiest man in all of Wyoming,” he said. He held his arms extended in front of him and she stepped into them and pressed her body against him. He felt her breasts crush against his chest, the white hot nipples searing his flesh. He could feel the warmth of her nest against his manhood. He stared into the depths of those big blue eyes, put his hand under her chin. He tilted her head back and bent to kiss her.
     
    As soon as their lips met, she parted hers, allowing him the entry he sought. His tongue explored the wonderment of the inside, When it touched hers, he felt the heat surge within him reach all the way to the root of his manhood.
     
    She entwined her arms around his neck and returned his kiss with a mounting passion, emitting low moans of pleasure. She felt his hand move and cup her breast. She could feel the nipples harden as he massaged one between his fingers. He laid her onto the bed, on her back. As she watched with wide open eyes, she felt his lips on the tenderest part of her neck, as he slowly kissed his way down.
     
    She could feel the moisture rise in her vault, a feeling she had never had before. At first she thought she had wet herself. She had, but not in the way she thought. “Oh God, he’s… he’s… He has my breast in his mouth. I can’t stand any more.” As he began to gently suckle the breast, she felt his hand slide slowly down her belly, and then through the sensitive, curly hairs that guarded her entrance. As he massaged the folds at the entrance, her moans of pleasure grew in volume. Then she felt his finger penetrate her body. As it began to move and probe, her eyes closed and she lost control of her body. The throaty cries of “Oh… oh… oh… “ were not unlike the sound of a locomotive as it began to leave the station. Suddenly, she felt an urge and she began undulating her hips against his hand and the finger that was inside her. Faster and faster they moved until with a long sigh, she was finished.
     
    She heard the sound as he sheathed his manhood, Then, using the juices from her body, he lubricated the staff. He moved it against the entrance, in a slow teasing manner. Then he tested the entrance with the tip. She groaned with pleasure. He slid it inside about an inch. At her ear, she felt his tongue, then he whispered, “I’ll be as gentle as I can but this is going to hurt when I push further.”
     
    “I know,” she said softly. “Go ahead. I want to do this.” He pushed and felt resistance, then pushed harder. His rod broke through the membrane, and as she cried out in pain, he was inside.
     
    “I’m sorry. I tried to be easy,” he said.
     
    “No, it’s all right now. It’s easing off.” She began to move against him. He felt her tense and then she began to thrust upward. His strokes increased in speed, penetrating to the depths of her being. She lost control again, moving hard against him, her arms pulling him more firmly against her and into her. He felt the beginning of his rush to completion. He began pumping, as he emptied himself. Finished, he lay against her, their bodies slick from their exertions.
     
    She lay there, eyes closed, and she heard him say, “You were wonderful. I’m sorry it hurt so much, but it will be easier the next time.” She smiled as his lips met hers in a soft lingering kiss She could feel his member still inside her, growing as she slowly began to move beneath him. He placed both hands on her firm hips and pulled them to him as her passion rose to a climax once more. He joined her, but she won the race, finishing just before his peak was attained.
     
    Lying there, her head on his arm, she looked at him and asked, “Still think I might be more comfortable in another room?”
     
    “I think you’re right where you need to be,” he said.
     
    “So do I,” she replied, and snuggled closer. For the first time in several months she would go to sleep without worrying about her