Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

“It was a nice party, wasn’t it?” Lara asked as she and Caleb walked hand in hand to their house. When they entered the clearing and it came into view, a little thrill ran through her. Home. This was her home and she and Caleb would have a family.

Even in a world filled with uncertainty, they had taken the step to get married and move forward with hope and faith.

Caleb squeezed her hand. “It was a wonderful party, but the most important thing is that I got to marry the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”

Lara blushed. “Thank you,” she said, looking away. The reality that they were about to consummate their marriage made her suddenly shy.

They stepped onto the porch and paused at the front door. Caleb lifted her into his arms, opened the door, and carried her over the threshold. “Welcome home,” he whispered before claiming her lips in a tender kiss.

When the kiss ended, instead of putting her down, Caleb carried her up the stairs and didn’t relinquish her until they were in the bedroom. Setting her on her feet next to the bed, he pulled her into his arms. Their lips met and the passion Lara had held in check over the preceding few days flared to life. She dug her fingertips into Caleb’s thick hair and held his face to hers, crushing her body against his wantonly.

Caleb worked the closures at the back of her dress, his fingers trembling against the delicate skin between her shoulder blades. Though he had touched her before, knowing that it was all a prelude to marital intimacy heightened the sensitivity of every nerve ending in Lara’s body and she began to quiver.

“Hush, my little Lara,” Caleb said, stroking his hand along the length of her spine, pushing away her wedding dress while he caressed her. Soon the dress fell around her feet in a puddle and she stood before him in only her panties and bra. There’d been no fancy trousseau for Lara. She didn’t care. All her dreams and fantasies about a wedding and wedding night were the notions of a girl. She was a woman. Caleb was a man. That was all that mattered.

Holding his gaze with her own, she reached behind and unhooked her bra, slowly sliding it down her arms and revealing the creamy swells of her breasts. Caleb’s eyes darkened with desire. Emboldened, she slipped out of her panties as well.

Caleb’s eyes roamed longingly over her naked body. Though she had been naked before him only a few days earlier, this time was very different. There would be no stopping. No rush back to the main house to announce their plans to marry right away.

No, tonight they would take their time and learn together.

Caleb removed the flowers and pins from her hair, running his fingers through the thick tresses that cascaded around her torso. Lara’s breath caught in her throat at the intimacy of the gesture. She placed her hands flat against Caleb’s chest, his heartbeat staccato beneath her palms. She worked the buttons of his shirt, sliding her hands inside and across his bare flesh, finding his taut nipples. He gasped.

Leaning forward, she touched first one and then the other with her tongue. She pushed his shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. When he was free of it, she tossed the garment across the room. Sliding her palms down the flat planes of his stomach, she dipped her fingertips inside the waistband of his pants, brushed across the head of his penis.

She swallowed hard and her eyes looked up at Caleb. His gaze darkened with passion and she repeated the action once more before going to the buttons of his pants and opening them. Caleb stilled her hands, reached down to remove his boots, then bared himself the rest of the way.

Lara had never seen a man in the altogether. Caleb’s penis was swollen and hard, shooting out of a thatch of coarse hair. Placing her hand around the base, she stroked him to the tip, felt him pulse against her palm. A flush of feminine knowledge flowed over her and she repeated the action, thrilled by his response to her touch. With gentle fingertips she explored the broad head of his manhood.

Caleb groaned. His hands gripped her shoulders and pulled her to him. “You’ll be my undoing, Lara,” he growled against her lips before crushing them beneath his, his tongue infiltrating her mouth.

Gasping, she clutched at him, grinding her pelvis against his hardness. Unsure of what to do, she allowed womanly instinct to take over. Her hands explored the muscles of his back, dared to cup the firm globes of his bare bottom.

Warmth spread through her, starting low in her belly and radiating outward, her pussy becoming the focal point. Her nerve endings tingled in anticipation.

Once again Caleb lifted her in his arms, this time placing her gently in the center of the bed… their bed.

The magnitude of what they were about to do washed over her. She had saved her virginity all these years, and contrary to society’s expectations, for just this moment.

Even more noteworthy was Caleb’s innocence. Knowing that he had saved himself for her gave Lara a fuller understanding of the gift she was about to bestow upon him.

Gazing up into his eyes, she reached out and cupped his cheek in her palm. “Love me, Caleb,” she whispered while opening her thighs to him.

Turning his head, he kissed the center of her palm. “I plan to do just that, sweet Lara.” He nudged her thighs open a bit further and positioned himself at her entrance.

“I am sorry to rush you, Lara, but I must claim you. Make you mine.” Pushing his manhood past the opening to her womanly core, he paused. “You feel wonderful,” he said.

Lara beamed at his praise. “You feel wonderful, too,” she said, adjusting her hips to accommodate the breadth of him.

The walls of her vagina cocooned around her husband’s cock. Lara gasped when Caleb penetrated further, tapping against the barrier guarding her womanhood. They both stilled, eyes locked together. Caleb brushed the hair back from her forehead. “I fear this next part will be painful for you, little maus . It is unfair, I know, because for me it is all pleasure. It will be for you too, but first there will be some discomfort. Are you ready?”

Lara nodded encouragement. “Yes, Caleb. Make me yours.”

Grabbing hold of his hips, Lara braced herself. She gasped when Caleb thrust through and made her his. His for all time.

Caleb paused again, concern etched on his face. “Are you all right, Lara?”

She smiled softly through her discomfort. “Keep going, Caleb. I want—” She blushed furiously but managed to complete her statement. “I want to feel you c-come inside me. Please.” She rocked her hips toward him in invitation.

Encouraged, Caleb began to slowly move in and out of Lara’s passage. Initially, there was discomfort for Lara, a slight burning from losing her virginity. With Caleb’s continued strokes back and forth, pleasure built within Lara and soon she moved with him, their bodies unified in action and purpose. As she felt more confident, she reached up and touched her husband’s face, cupping his cheek in her palm. “It feels amazing,” she said. “I-I had no idea it could be this way.”

Caleb’s eyes, dark with desire, gazed down into hers. “I didn’t either,” he said. “You are perfect for me, little Lara.”

She withdrew her hand from his face and clasped both of his shoulders, pushing her hot core up to meet his thrusts. Caleb dipped his head and took one of her nipples between his lips, teasing it with his tongue and teeth until Lara moaned and called his name. She continued to rock her hips in rhythm with him, the pace building faster and faster.

Caleb switched and gave the same attention to her other nipple and Lara writhed beneath him, a cataclysm of yearning growing within her. The weight of his body crushed her into the mattress and she was cocooned by euphoria, every nerve ending in her body aflame.

Reaching between their bodies, Caleb stroked her swollen clit. The sensations swirling through her body were overwhelming. As the crescendo built, Lara buried her hands in Caleb’s hair and raised his face from her breast. He covered her mouth in a kiss and she bucked her hips against him, climaxing in a shattering orgasm.

Momentarily, Caleb raised himself above her, braced his hands on the headboard and stilled while she came down from the heights of ecstasy, her breath continued in shuddering gasps. As her breathing became steadier, Caleb resumed his thrusts into her. Dazed, Lara watched his face as he claimed her with each stroke. Harder and harder he jammed his cock into her pussy until he spent his seed inside of her in a hot burst before collapsing on top of her.

She wrapped her arms around her husband and felt the staccato beat of his heart against her chest. After a few moments, he rolled onto the bed next to her and tucked her under his arm so her head rested on his shoulder.

He pulled the covers over the two of them, kissed her temple, and said, “Sweet dreams, my wife. You are mine now.”

Lara snuggled close to him. “Forever,” she replied before she drifted off to sleep.

A bit of movement in his periphery had Daniel on high alert. Although the only people to pass their way since the earthquake had been the college girls and their housemother—and they presented their own unique danger, or at least one of them did—it was foolish to think there would not be others.

Turning slowly so as not to indicate alarm on his part, he strolled casually toward the house, and caught a glimpse of fiery hair slipping in his front door.

The devil’s torment, no doubt. He had left the gathering to remove himself from temptation and it had dogged his heels. Not daring to allow Brittany free rein in his home, he strode purposefully toward the door, determined to teach her a lesson for snooping.

He moderated his pace, deciding on stealth over a frontal attack. An expert hunter, cornering a bothersome young woman in his house ought not to be difficult. Stepping over the threshold, he waited and listened. A squeaky floorboard on the second floor gave her away, though the fact that she had gone directly to his bedroom was hardly a surprise.

Silently closing the door behind him, he pursued the intruder. The mere thought of her in his bedroom had his cock hardening. Today, he would finish what he’d started in the woodshed. Bare her rounded bottom and redden it until she learned a few important lessons that would benefit both of them. He imagined sliding his hand over the curve of her alabaster ass.

Had he not been distracted by his lascivious thoughts, he would have remembered not to step on the same squeaky floorboard that had announced Brittany’s location.

At the noise, his prey spun around and stared, eyes wide, mouth agape. Stepping away from him, her knees bumped the side of the mattress, tossing her backward upon his bed. He leaned over her, fully intending to get her out of his room, as the sight of her prone upon his bed was nearly too much for him. Thwarting his intention, she hooked her heels into the juncture where his buttocks and thighs met and pulled him atop her.

His last ounce of sanity and self-control vanished and he captured her mouth with his. Moaning deep in her throat, she returned the kiss, opened her lips, and thrust her tongue against his.

Lord have mercy on him.

He sank his hands deep into the crimson tresses that had been taunting him for days… and his dreams at night. As he ravaged her mouth, she gave back in equal measure, her legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in place. Grinding his cock against her, he felt her move beneath him with an urgency that matched his own.

When their mouths parted he glanced down her body to where they were joined and then back up to her face.

Their eyes met. No words were spoken. With her gaze locked on his, Brittany ran her hands from his shoulders down to his palms where they rested on the mattress. Taking them into her hands, she placed them on her breasts and moved them back and forth, forcing him to feel the hard tips against his fingers.

He ought to put an end to this foolishness. This sinfulness and debauchery.

But he did not.

Instead he squeezed the plump globes, kneading the flesh and tugging at her nipples, but the barrier of her clothing was too much. As though she read his mind, Brittany worked the buttons of her blouse, revealing the creamy flesh of her torso to him. He moved his hands away just long enough to assist her in sliding the blouse down her arms and off her body. Gathering the fabric in his hand, he tossed it on the floor. Pausing to take in the sight, he then lowered his head and placed a kiss on the tiny circle of her navel, running his tongue around the rim and pulling the flesh between his lips.

She gasped and moved across the bed, making room for him to join her. Reaching behind, she unhooked her bra, gradually lowering the straps. Taunting him with her slow movements and the wicked gleam of her eye, the corners of her mouth tipped up and she slipped first one arm and then the other from the undergarment. Still holding it across her bosom, she prolonged his agony. His eyes and lips were eager for all to be revealed, his cock straining.

Unable to endure her wicked torture, he pulled away her hand and shoved aside the wisp of her bra. Rapid breathing caused her chest to move up and down in little pants, her breasts rising and lowering with the movement of the air to her lungs.

He stared. This, this was his final moment to correct the course. To run from the room and refuse to reenter until she was properly clothed and on her way back to the main house—to safety among those who would be shocked by such behavior. By his behavior as well as hers.

Perhaps sensing his hesitation, the vixen on the bed below him cupped her own breasts in her hands and squeezed them together, pursing her lips and running her tongue across them.

Intuiting the meaning of her invitation, he gave up any pretense of proper behavior. Covering her hands with his own, he moved her out of the way and took over the task himself. Drawing one taut tip between his lips, he flicked it with his tongue while pinching the other nipple between his fingers.

Beneath him, Brittany writhed. Her hips rose up to grind against him. Pulling her hands free, she worked them between their two bodies and stripped away the rest of her clothing.

Naked and beneath a man. That’s what she needed. Craved. Hungered for. Usually Brittany was able to get through the periods of time between her naughty adventures by masturbating in her dorm room, but with the stress of having her world destroyed compounded by living in close quarters with a bunch of pious women, Brittany’s needs had been neglected much too long.

Well, she was about to put an end to that.

It wasn’t what she’d intended when she’d followed Daniel from the wedding party, but once he’d leaned across her while she was prone on the bed, there was no going back.

A good fuck would be for the benefit of all concerned. She needed a release if she was going to survive living in an Amish household without so much as a naughty book or a beer. She’d tried telling herself it was for the best. That deprivation would purge the wickedness from her system. But it was not to be.

The way he touched her, kissed her mouth, and suckled her breasts, Daniel was no pure Amish man, either. Much as she hated to admit it, she’d spent many wakeful hours thinking about getting Daniel naked and in her pussy, though she’d envisioned it as more of a training session for an untouched, naive man.

The man now making his way toward the ache of her clit, kissing the inside of her thighs, was no virginal farm boy.

Reveling in the muscles of his shoulders and arms, she watched them ripple as he moved above her. Brittany grasped his shoulders as his mouth covered her womanly core, drawing the hard nub of her clit between his lips and flicking his tongue across it.

Powerless against the sensations spinning through her body, she gave over to the building waves of an orgasm, clasped his head to her, and came with a wail of release.

As she gulped great mouthfuls of air, endeavoring to catch her breath, Brittany watched her lover step away from the bed and quickly strip off the remainder of his clothes.

He approached her again and she stared at his cock, licking her lips at the sight of his massive member, rock hard with a bit of pre-cum on the head. Reaching her hand out to him, she brushed the pearl of liquid away with the pad of her thumb, then circled her fingers around the girth of him, sliding her hand to the base and back up again.

She glanced up into Daniel’s face. His eyes were partially closed and he pressed his lips together in an apparent effort to maintain some bit of composure. Spurred onward by her own libido, as well as a craving to see the usually stoic Amish man cry out in the throes of passion, she stroked him once again.

With a growl, he removed her hand and positioned her upon the bed. Readying her for his entry, he moved to kneel over her, looking into her face for consent. In reply, she again hooked her feet around his back and pulled him to her, practically impaling her wet opening on his cock.

Finally, he slid fully into her aching core with one long, satiating thrust.

She groaned and pulled his mouth to hers, devouring him with lips and tongue as he rammed his cock deep into her, finally soothing the tumult that had been raging within her for much too long. With her feet wrapped around him she desperately pumped from below until they came together in a shattering orgasm that left them both crying out their completion. He collapsed atop her, his member still snug between the walls of her core and she squeezed her muscles, determined to milk everything from him.

When their breathing calmed, he gently extricated himself and moved to lie next to her. In a surprisingly tender gesture, Daniel stroked his fingers along her cheek and she leaned into his touch.

“I feel as though I ought to apologize,” he said, the first coherent words either of them had spoken. “But I am not sorry.”

“Me neither.” She rested her head on his shoulder. “I needed that.”

Daniel touched his lips to hers for a moment, then spoke. “I have wanted to do that since I saw you in the woods. But, I thought you were, you know,” despite the intimacy they had just shared, he blushed, “a virgin.”

Brittany propped herself on her left elbow and gave his chest a playful push with her right hand. “I thought the same about you, but it seems you have been a naughty Amish man.”

He grabbed her hand and pulled her to straddle his body. “It would appear we both have some secrets.”

“And now we have one more,” she said.