Free Mail Order Motherhood (Brides of Beckham Book 8) by Kirsten Osbourne Page B

nipping at her skin and sucking the small bites.  She wrapped her arms around him and rubbed his back through the layers of clothes he still wore.  She wondered how he’d feel if she undressed him, and decided it didn’t matter.  She was his wife, and it was her privilege to undress him if she wanted to.
    “You sit down, now,” she whispered, trying to keep the embarrassment from her voice.  She’d never been so forward with a man before, but she wanted to get him unclothed, and she wanted to be able to touch him while she undressed him.
    Albert moved to the foot of the bed, and leaned back on his hands, taking the exact pose she had.  She pulled until his cowboy boots came off, and then she ran her hand up inside his pants leg to catch the top of his sock and pull it off.  She certainly didn’t need to put both hands up there to remove his sock, but the look on his face told her he appreciated the gesture.
    When she repeated the same action for his other sock, he watched her carefully wondering what his new wife would do next.  She skipped the foot rub, and instead, got to her feet, and he was almost disappointed.  He’d never had a naked woman kneeling at his feet before, and he’d enjoyed it.
    She took his hand, helping him to his feet.  As soon as he stood before her, she unbuttoned his long-sleeved flannel shirt and untucked it from his pants, pushing it to the floor.  Under it he wore a plain white undershirt, and she pulled it over his head. 
    She ran her fingertips over the fine dusting of hair on his chest and down to the waistband of his pants.  Her fingers danced over the front placket, and instead of unbuttoning him, she gripped him through his pants instead.
    He let out a low groan.  “Unbutton them,” he whispered.  “Take them off me and touch me.”
    She smiled up at him, stepping into his arms and brushing her bare breasts against him instead.  He’d made her wait a long time for this night, and she wasn’t going to let it happen too quickly.  If he could tease her, then she could certainly tease him.
    He gripped her bottom, cupping her close to him and forcing her into his hardness.  His mouth dropped to hers and kissed her passionately, insistently.  “I need you.”
    She smiled, her hands reaching down between them to unbutton his pants.  “Do you now?”
    He growled as her hands worked.  “You can go faster than that!”
    She laughed softly.  “But why should I?  I thought you liked things slow.”  She spread the opening in his pants wide, her hand moving beneath his underwear to grip his manhood. 
    “Yes, touch me there!”
    She moved her hand over him, stroking him from base to tip and back again.  “Like this?”
    His hands gripped her shoulders as his knees went weak.  “I think it’s time to move this to the bed,” he whispered.
    She pushed his pants down over his hips and to the floor.  “You think?”
    He pushed her backward until she fell onto the foot of the bed, and then lifted her hips to fit her there completely.  He stretched out beside her, his hand immediately going between her thighs while his mouth angled toward one breast, pulling her nipple into his mouth. 
    She arched against him, loving his touch on her.  His hands were rough from the hard work he did, and his touch reminded her of what a strong man she was now married to. 
    He lifted his head, looking down into her eyes by the light of the lantern still burning on the dresser.  “Are you ready for me?”
    She nodded, nervous now that the time had actually come to join with him.  She knew he’d be careful with her, but still, she’d only ever been with one man in her life, and it was odd to give another person this much…power over her body.
    He rolled atop her and between her spread thighs, his eyes staring into hers as he reached down and guided himself inside her. 
    Her eyes fluttered closed as he pushed deep.  She was startled at the pain she felt, but it had been so