Emma's Journey (Oregon Trail 1)

“No, not tipsy, I just feel happy.” She looked up at him, and the heaviness in her eyes had his mouth drying up, and his nether parts growing strong.

As they danced, Emma kept playing with the curly hair that fell over his collar. Then she began to rub her breasts back and forth over his chest.

“I want to tell you something,” she breathed into his ear.

“What’s that, darlin’?” He laughed softly at this very entertaining side of his wife.

“When you do those things to me.” She blew in his ear. “You know, at night?”

“Yessss?” He hissed the word and clenched his jaw. Things were becoming interesting, but somewhat painful below his belt. One glance in her eyes and he smothered a groan, but still pulled her closer.

“I just wanted you to know that I really, really like that.”

“Is that so?” He sputtered, looking around to make sure no one overheard her confession.

“Yes, that’s so.” She nodded smugly. “And I just wanted you to know that.” She tilted her head and smiled, driving even more blood downward.

“Well, honey, I want you to know that I really, really like doing those things to you, too.”

“I thought so.” Emma snuggled closer.

Laughing now, he danced her over to the edge of the gathering, then grasped her hand, tugging her toward the dark area where the wagons sat.

“Where are we going? The party’s not over yet.” She pulled back.

“This party is over, darlin’, but the one I have in mind is just about to start.”

Emma smiled and slowly her mouth formed an, “O.”

“I like the shape of your mouth, honey. Let’s see if we can find a use for it.” Davis slung his arm around her shoulder and hurried her along.

Before they even got to the wagon, Emma turned and pulled Davis’s head down, running her tongue over his lips. He sucked her tongue in and then thrust his into her mouth, swirling it around. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. The lower part of Davis’s body came to full and complete attention.

“Do you like that?” She opened his shirt, then slid her hands around his back.

“Mrs. Cooper, if we don’t get to the wagon soon, I’m afraid we’re going to scare the horses and scandalize the old maids.” Again he moved her along, hoping no one had witnessed their little exchange.

Once in the wagon, they turned to each other, then frantically loosened buttons and removed clothes, all the while kissing, touching, and murmuring encouragement. Hairpins flew in every direction as Emma’s locks tumbled down.

“Can I be on top this time?” Her body shone in the moonlight as she crawled on the pallet.

Almost swallowing his tongue, he managed a grunt. “Darlin’, you can do anything you want.”

Both more than ready, she settled herself on his throbbing manhood. Nature’s glow highlighted her pale skin, as she leaned over him to offer a searing kiss, her hair surrounding them like a silk curtain. Davis reached up, and cupping both breasts, fondled the sensitive nipples as he moved slowly, watching her closely. Emma raised her hands to her head, and pulling her hair back in a pile, smiled down at him.

His breath caught. God, she was beautiful. The extra weight on her breasts and the growing expansion of her waist, filled with his child, fired him more than any sight he’d ever seen. Groaning, he grabbed her hips and rocked her in the age-old rhythm of lovers. She clutched his upper arms, threw her head back, and closed her eyes, her hair streaming down. The picture she presented brought him so close to the brink he had to struggle to hold on, not allow his release until she found hers.

He reached between them and fondled the swollen piece of flesh he knew would bring her along. Within minutes, Davis felt Emma grip his member, her body wracked with waves of pleasure that clenched and unclenched, pushing him over the edge.

Sweating and panting, heart racing, Emma collapsed onto his chest. After a few minutes, Davis brushed her hair back from her face just in time to hear her gentle snore.

He pulled her against his chest, and drew a light blanket over them. As he settled in, he grinned. His wife would not be happy in the morning.

Chapter Sixteen

Emma awoke with a headache, and ran her tongue over her fuzzy teeth. Her mouth felt as parched as a desert. Despite it being morning, the inside of the wagon was dark gray, with a chilling dampness. A quick glance between where the canvas and wagon met revealed a slow, steady rain.

She eased her aching head toward her husband, who leaned on his elbow, wide-awake and smiling, his eyes sparkling. What was that all about?