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Richard pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her. He guided her to the bed and when she stiffened, he shook his head. "Annabelle, we are going to talk." Taking a seat on the bed, he pulled her down onto his lap. "Tell me what Olivia told you."
Blushing, she pulled her blouse together and shook her head. It was all so shameful. Despite the fact that she had discovered she loved being held and cradled on his lap, she would simply die if she had to repeat what her cousin had whispered earlier that day.
"I'm willing to be patient but only for so long. I'm asking you to trust me. Sweetheart, I'm your husband and will never hurt you."
"You just said you'd spank me!" she retorted, "and now—now you are going to rut with me!"
Richard looked surprised. "Rut? Annabelle, animals rut; husbands and wives make love." He paused and looked down into her upturned face. "Yes, I will spank you. Tell me, is that what you need to loosen your tongue? I wasn't planning on spanking you tonight, but, well if that is what it takes." He made a move to reposition her but she clung to his shirt with both hands.
"No!" she almost shouted and, at his chuckle, she huffed. "Don't tease me, Richard."
"Then answer my question. What has your cousin told you to make you so afraid?" He tightened his arms around her, and she tucked her head beneath his chin and sighed deeply.
"Cousin Olivia said that it will be awful but that I must tolerate it. That the pain is the price to bear children," she muttered.
"Oh, Anna," he said, bending to place a kiss on top of her head. "I promise you it will never be awful. When two people truly love each other, making love is not something to be simply tolerated. It is something to be enjoyed; something to be shared between the two of us. It will never be something I'll wish to hurry or 'get it over with'. I'm so sorry that your cousin saw the need to tell you such tales. All you can do is trust me. Do you think you can do that?"
Her thoughts swirled, a mixed conglomeration of Olivia's words as well as her Ma's keeping her silent for several minutes. Would her Ma look at her Pa the way she did if she detested sharing his bed? Would they constantly be touching one another if that touch was abhorrent? At the touch of Richard's lips against her head, feeling her entire body quicken, she finally decided that she did trust this man. "I do trust you."
He held her for a few more minutes. "Thank you."
Kissing her gently, he moved her to stand in front of him. This time, when he pulled her blouse from her skirt and gently removed it, she didn't fuss—though she felt her face heat and her body quiver. He continued to undress her slowly, his fingertips stroking across her skin, causing gooseflesh to appear and her stomach to flutter as he helped her out of her skirt and finally her chemise and her drawers, leaving her standing nude before him. When she lifted her hands to cover her breasts and her woman's mound, he shook his head, gently pulling her arms to her sides.
"No, sweetheart. Don't cover yourself from my view," Richard said, his hands reaching to cup her face. "You are a beautiful woman, Annabelle, and I can't wait to love you and make you my wife in all ways." She reached for the nightgown lying on the pillow only to find it being taken from her hand. "You won't need this tonight," he told her.
When he pulled back the quilt and the sheet, she slid into the bed, grateful to pull the covers up to her chin as she watched him sit on the edge of the bed to remove his boots. He showed no signs of embarrassment as he removed his clothing. She raked her eyes up and down his back, his muscles bunching as he picked up his discarded clothing to toss it onto the chair under the window. His bottom! It looked nothing like her own. Where hers was round and jiggly, his was far flatter and muscular. His legs were lean and long, his thighs firm, his calves muscled as well. When he turned to face her, his eyes finding hers
Richard pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her. He guided her to the bed and when she stiffened, he shook his head. "Annabelle, we are going to talk." Taking a seat on the bed, he pulled her down onto his lap. "Tell me what Olivia told you."
Blushing, she pulled her blouse together and shook her head. It was all so shameful. Despite the fact that she had discovered she loved being held and cradled on his lap, she would simply die if she had to repeat what her cousin had whispered earlier that day.
"I'm willing to be patient but only for so long. I'm asking you to trust me. Sweetheart, I'm your husband and will never hurt you."
"You just said you'd spank me!" she retorted, "and now—now you are going to rut with me!"
Richard looked surprised. "Rut? Annabelle, animals rut; husbands and wives make love." He paused and looked down into her upturned face. "Yes, I will spank you. Tell me, is that what you need to loosen your tongue? I wasn't planning on spanking you tonight, but, well if that is what it takes." He made a move to reposition her but she clung to his shirt with both hands.
"No!" she almost shouted and, at his chuckle, she huffed. "Don't tease me, Richard."
"Then answer my question. What has your cousin told you to make you so afraid?" He tightened his arms around her, and she tucked her head beneath his chin and sighed deeply.
"Cousin Olivia said that it will be awful but that I must tolerate it. That the pain is the price to bear children," she muttered.
"Oh, Anna," he said, bending to place a kiss on top of her head. "I promise you it will never be awful. When two people truly love each other, making love is not something to be simply tolerated. It is something to be enjoyed; something to be shared between the two of us. It will never be something I'll wish to hurry or 'get it over with'. I'm so sorry that your cousin saw the need to tell you such tales. All you can do is trust me. Do you think you can do that?"
Her thoughts swirled, a mixed conglomeration of Olivia's words as well as her Ma's keeping her silent for several minutes. Would her Ma look at her Pa the way she did if she detested sharing his bed? Would they constantly be touching one another if that touch was abhorrent? At the touch of Richard's lips against her head, feeling her entire body quicken, she finally decided that she did trust this man. "I do trust you."
He held her for a few more minutes. "Thank you."
Kissing her gently, he moved her to stand in front of him. This time, when he pulled her blouse from her skirt and gently removed it, she didn't fuss—though she felt her face heat and her body quiver. He continued to undress her slowly, his fingertips stroking across her skin, causing gooseflesh to appear and her stomach to flutter as he helped her out of her skirt and finally her chemise and her drawers, leaving her standing nude before him. When she lifted her hands to cover her breasts and her woman's mound, he shook his head, gently pulling her arms to her sides.
"No, sweetheart. Don't cover yourself from my view," Richard said, his hands reaching to cup her face. "You are a beautiful woman, Annabelle, and I can't wait to love you and make you my wife in all ways." She reached for the nightgown lying on the pillow only to find it being taken from her hand. "You won't need this tonight," he told her.
When he pulled back the quilt and the sheet, she slid into the bed, grateful to pull the covers up to her chin as she watched him sit on the edge of the bed to remove his boots. He showed no signs of embarrassment as he removed his clothing. She raked her eyes up and down his back, his muscles bunching as he picked up his discarded clothing to toss it onto the chair under the window. His bottom! It looked nothing like her own. Where hers was round and jiggly, his was far flatter and muscular. His legs were lean and long, his thighs firm, his calves muscled as well. When he turned to face her, his eyes finding hers
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