12. Maverick

12

Maverick

I never imagined I'd be getting married. When I came here, marriage wasn't part of my plan. But from the moment I saw Rebecca, I knew I loved her. I'd do whatever it took to make her mine. She was, and always would be, mine.

After working for a few hours, I bathed in the river and then shaved when I got inside. Rebecca was in her room, and I changed into the best clothes I'd brought with me. I heard Michael coming up the road, so I opened the door with a smile.

"Are you sure about this?" Michael asked.

"Yes, I'm sure. I love Rebecca."

"And I love you, Matthew Allen."

I turned, and there she was. She took my breath away—so beautiful, I couldn't speak. I held my breath until she reached me.

I took her hand in mine and leaned down to kiss her gently. Smiling, I said, "I love you, Rebecca Cover. Let's get married."

"Yes, let's do this." We walked into the family room, where Michael married us. Afterward, I pulled her close and kissed her again. She seemed a bit shy, and I hoped her mother had spoken to her about what to expect between a husband and wife.

"Bishop, you should stay for dinner," Rebecca offered.

"No, I'll leave you two to celebrate together. I'll see you in a few days," Michael replied.

Once he left, I pulled Rebecca back into my arms. "Are you nervous about tonight?"

"I know what happens between a husband and wife, but I'm still a bit shy about it all. I know I'm a grown woman, but yes, I'm nervous."

"That's perfectly natural," I reassured her. "I promise I'll take things slow, so you won't feel overwhelmed."

"I'm not scared. I've just never been... exposed in front of anyone before. Should I keep my nightgown on?"

I smiled softly. "No, you don't have to." Wanting to ease her nerves, I changed the subject. "I'll find someone to help out here regularly. I don't want you working in the fields anymore—you've got enough to handle with the garden. And I enjoy cooking, so we can do that together."

"Okay," she agreed. "But how will you find someone to work here?"

"I'll ask around. Maybe Daniel's boys could use some extra money?"

"They might, but I can't pay much."

"Don't worry about that. From now on, I'll handle the bills. You already do so much. I don't want you to worry about anything."

"Are you going to spoil me?" she asked, a teasing smile playing on her lips.

"If you let me, I will."

"I have to work, though. I've always worked."

"I know, but you've got plenty to do with the house and the garden."

We set the table together, and Rebecca said the blessing. As we sat down, I smiled. "This looks delicious."

"Thank you. I hope you like it."

"I'm sure I will. Everything you make is amazing."

It was the slowest meal I'd ever eaten. When I finished, I waited patiently for her. "Are you going to be okay?" I asked gently.

"I'm sorry, but I'm feeling a little nervous."

"Let's do the dishes and sit down to talk. There's no rush."

"Okay. You probably think I'm acting like a child."

"I don't think that at all," I reassured her. After cleaning up, we sat and talked for about thirty minutes. Then, I pulled her close. "Do you like it when I kiss you?"

"Yes," she whispered.

I turned off the lantern, and we walked upstairs by the light of the full moon. We didn't need any other light—it guided us. When we reached our room, I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her deeply. She kissed me back, and it made my heart swell with happiness.

"I want to see your hair down," I said softly.

She reached up and removed her white kapp, and I helped her remove the pins from her hair. It cascaded over her shoulders and down her back, past her waist. I ran my fingers through its softness as I kissed her again.

I was trying to take it slow, not to scare Rebecca. But this is our wedding night, and we will make love tonight and every night after.

Maybe I can even talk her into coming up here during the day, but first, I needed to show Rebecca how magical making love is, especially if you are with that special person who you love.

I started by helping her out of her dress, and I pulled my shirt over my head, and she closed her eyes. "Sweetheart."

"Yes."

"Open your eyes. I want to see your body, and I want you to see mine. We are husband and wife. I know you're shy looking at my body.

Soon, you'll be used to seeing me naked. And I love looking at you, and you'll get used to me looking at you. You are beautiful and you are mine, and I love you."

"I love you, too. It might take me a while to overcome my shyness, but I promise not to close my eyes again," she whispered against my lips.

"I'm going to make love to you, and I'll take my time until you are ready for me. I took her bra from her and pulled the blankets down. I picked her up and lay her on the bed before taking the rest of my clothes off, and then I kissed her again as my hands roamed over her body.

"That feels so good. Can I touch your body?"

"Yes, you can touch my body anytime you want to touch me," I said as her hands trailed down my back and over my ass, and then she was bold enough to wrap her hand around my erection. I inhaled sharply. I knew my dick was throbbing; I could feel it.

Does it hurt when I touch you like this?"

"Yeah," I moaned, "It hurts so good. I love you to touch me," I said as my hand trailed down her body and between her thighs while my other hand held her breast and my mouth bent and sucked a hard nipple into my mouth. My hand parted her legs as my finger pushed through her hot folds and into her sweetness.

"Oh, that feels so good. So good," she cried out. "Is it okay that I said that?"

"Yes, sweetheart, it's wonderful for you to tell me that. I love hearing how this makes you feel. I'm going to push my finger in deeper; tell me if you love it."

"Yes," she cried out, "I love it. Don't stop. Please don't stop."

"I'm not going to stop. I'm going to give you more."

"Yes, give me more."

I chuckled as I worked to make her orgasm; all the while, she kept hold of my cock; I knew I would have to move her hand, or I would embarrass myself by coming all over her.

So I gently took her hand and placed it on my shoulder. And then I kissed my way down her body; the moment my tongue touched her, she gasped, and then her fingers were in my hair as she cried for more.

My shy Amish wife loved sex. As my tongue did its thing, my thumb rubbed her clit, I watched her face as she orgasmed, and I raised up, and the top of my hard erection touched her hot core, and I pushed past her barrier. She made a small sound.

Does that hurt?"

"No, it feels perfect. Don't stop," I chuckled and kissed her.

"I still have more that goes in you."

"Oh, well, that's wonderful. I love more of you," she murmured. I knew she was still in the throes of her orgasm, and she was about to have another one.

"Oh, Maverick, this is so good. I could make love for hours and hours."

"Good, I said, pushing inside of her, and I moved slowly in case she hurt. But she started moving faster. My lips locked with hers as I moved faster and faster as she exploded around me. I cried out as I came deep inside her.

"It took me a bit to catch my breath; I had never felt like this before. I kissed her deeply. That was amazing, Rebecca. Thank you for giving yourself to me so freely. I love you so much."

Her eyes were glazed as I gazed into them, and she looked beautiful. Her hair was messy, her lips were swollen, and she looked like someone who had just had wild hot sex. I bent my head and kissed her. I turned to my side and took her with me as I pulled out.

"Are we finished?"

"I thought you might be too sore to make love again so soon."

"I'm fine," she said, smiling. "I could make love all night," she said again and chuckled. Who knew these cravings would make me feel this way?"

"My love for you isn't just about you making me feel like I would burst when you touch me. It's a feeling that's strong and deep inside me. It's like a kaleidoscope of bright colors in my heart, throughout my body, and even more."

I never thought people could really feel this way. The love I have for you is like nothing I've ever known. It's a fire that never wanes, a warmth that spreads through every part of me."

"Thank you," she whispered. "Now, can we do it again?"

"Only if you aren't sore."