The Sheriff and the Innocent Housekeeper - Page 15

His dark eyes captured hers. "Well, Mrs. Cooper, what do you want to do now?" The knowledge that they were man and wife astounded Becky. She felt a bubble of euphoria explode inside of her. He was hers now. Happiness cascaded through her. She slowly walked toward him. She stopped when she was two inches away. His smell intoxicated her.

He made no move to touch her.

She reached out and put her hand on his chest. "I don't know, Sheriff. Any ideas?" His body clenched at her words. She gasped as he swung her up in his arms and pushed his way through to the bedroom.

He dropped her in the middle of the unmade bed.

"Jake, it's the middle of the day!" A blush rose on her face as she watched him begin to take off his shirt.

"Well, what did you mean out there? You asked me if I had any ideas. This is my idea. I think it's a damn fine one." He moved toward her and pulled her up on her knees. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

Her brain splintered as she felt the bare, hot skin of his chest for the very first time. "I thought we might kiss--"

He groaned. "Aaahhh. . . I'm ready for our wedding night." He took her mouth in a deep, slow, searing kiss. His hands ran up and down her back. He clasped her to him.

She lifted her mouth from his. "It’s not night yet." Her hands tangled in his hair as she put her lips back on his. Their tongues clashed and dueled. She lowered her hands and ran them over the hard planes of his chest. Their hips pushed together.

"Okay. We'll just kiss for awhile, then." He lowered his mouth to her neck and kissed her above her collarbone. She moaned. "I think it would be easier to kiss you if you weren't wearing a dress." His hand fell to the curves of her breast and found her nipple.

She panted. "Yes. N-no dress." His hands started on the row of buttons at her back. His movements were quick and jerky. He raised the dress over her head and tossed it aside. He groaned in frustration at the corset and petticoats. She hung in his hold as he removed them from her body. Finally, she was in nothing but a chemise and pantalettes .

He stared at her delicate beauty. "Come to bed, Jake." Her words were sultry. She pulled away from him and burrowed under the covers.

Although he knew it probably wouldn't slow things down, like he needed to do, he couldn't stop himself from getting rid of his boots and clothing. He was naked when he turned back to her.

She was looking at his erect manhood, and Jake didn't want her to dwell on it too much. There was a fair amount of panic on her face.

He climbed into the bed next to her. "B-but M-Miranda said it wouldn't hurt." Her voice sounded shattered.

He moved to comfort her. "No, Becky, it won't hurt, sweetheart. You don't have anything to worry about." He reached for her and carefully brought her face to his. He started over gently. Kissing and caressing her until she felt his erection pressing against her stomach.

"I d-don't know how that's not going to h-hurt, Jake," she whispered.

"That's because you're not ready yet. When you're ready, it'll just slide right in, and you won't feel any pain." He moved his hand to her nipples and started a beguiling touch of his fingertips. He took her mouth again. Within minutes, she was moaning again and undulating softly against him.

He lifted her chemise over her head. He stared down at the loveliness displayed before him. "I knew you'd be beautiful." Small white mounds with gorgeous pink tips captivated him. Their delicate beauty took his breath. "Ah, Becky, I've dreamed about this for--for you don't know how long, I've dreamed about you." He raised his eyes to hers. She was drowning in his possession. "I want to touch you."

"Yes. Touch me. Touch me, Jake." His hands reached down and he reverently took hold of her breasts. His eyes lowered to watch his hands as he lifted the small, perfect mounds and rasped his thumbs simultaneously over her nipples.

Becky jerked as sweet fire clawed through her. She moaned his name as he brushed his thumbs back and forth over her nipples. Her hips lifted towards his. He lowered his head and licked one pink tip before sucking it into his mouth and starting a gentle, persuasive attack on her senses. "J-Jake," she panted his name. "C-can I touch you?" Her hand went in search and brushed up against his erection.

He sucked in his breath and grabbed her hand and moved it to his shoulder. "Not yet. Not this time." His hands moved to her hips and he slid her pantalettes down her legs. He looked at her naked beauty. Her waist was flat and concave, her navel a beautiful swipe across her stomach. He sucked in his breath at the pale, blonde curls that decorated her mound. He rubbed his finger over her navel and down to the top of her feminine heat. His eyes found hers. He moved his finger down until he was pressing against a spot that had her jerking her hips. Her eyes widened and her pupils dilated.

"Do you like that, sweetheart?" his voice was harsh. A deep moan was his only answer. He lowered his mouth to hers and their lips and tongues tangled. He eased his finger down and opened her slit. She was wet around him. He carefully eased his big, blunt middle finger into her wet opening. She was tight and slick around him. He felt his control slipping. He eased it in a bit and quickly found the membrane that protected her virginity. It was the first time in his life he had ever felt that. Tenderness consumed him. Tenderness and worry. He knew he had to break it. Was he being honest when he said it wouldn't hurt? In truth, he didn't know. He was a large man, with parts to match, and she was a delicate, tiny woman. Concern mounted.

She was liquid fire in his arms. Maybe the heat would help her accept the pain. With determination, he tried to make it good for her, while keeping a tight leash on his control.

He set out to woo her. He slid his finger back to her silky bud. She was slick and wet. He lashed a small pink nipple with his tongue. Her head thrashed back and forth. "Jake. Jake. It feels so good but I--" Her hips pressed against the palm of his hand, holding and rubbing her. "I need more, something--"

"It's okay, Becky, I've got you. Just enjoy it. Let me keep touching you." He moved his mouth to her other nipple and slid his finger down to her wet opening again. His fingers swirled and played while she rained liquid heat over him. She was slick and ready, her hips pushing hard against him. He thought she might come now and he didn't want that, not yet.

He moved to mount her. He pushed her legs wide and positioned himself between them. He put the broad head of his manhood to her wet opening. He gave her just the tip and felt her slickness surround him. He clenched his teeth and fought for control. He slid his finger back to the glistening bud at the juncture of her legs and rubbed against her. Steady movements of his wet finger had her pushing up against him. She lifted her legs up, trying to get closer.

He lowered his head to her nipple and grazed his teeth against her. She let out a small cry and her body began to tense. Just as she began to come, he pushed against her, and surged inside with one smooth stroke. Her muscles clenched around him as she crested and flew over the edge.

He stayed deep as her internal muscles milked him. He held her until she calmed and got use to the fullness inside of her.

Her eyes opened and she looked at him with wonder. She lifted a hand to his face and gently touched the bruise that still darkened his cheek. "Is it in?" she whispered.

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