Free Yankee Mail Order Bride by Susan Leigh Carlton Page B

thing. Now take me to bed and make love to me. It has been a wonderful day and I want to end it just right.”
     
    She undressed him, and while he unbuttoned her dress, she clasped his member and pumped it vigorously. “Careful there. It might go off in your hand.”
     
    “It had better not. I want it inside me when it goes off.” Removing the rest of her clothes, she sank back on the bed, pulling him on top of her and his head for a long, wet, and passionate kiss.
     
    After kissing the tender skin on her neck and chest, he massaged the nipple on her left breast, then took it in his mouth. Groaning with passion, she looked into his eyes. “Do you think you can find that spot again?”
     
    “I don’t know. Let me look for it.” He moved his head down her belly kissing and caressing every inch with his tongue. He reached the hairs guarding the entrance and parted the folds. Tracing the outer edges with his tongue, he moved his hand and then placed his mouth on the core of her being.
     
    A long “Ohhhhhhh” escaped her mouth as she realized he had inserted his tongue and was exploring her inner being. He found the magic spot and began manipulating it with his tongue as the onrushing climax hit her. Exploding beneath his ministrations, she begin thrusting her hips strongly against him. Holding her hands on either side of his head, she pulled him down and pushed into his face again and again. Finally the wave ebbed and she released her hold on his head. Pulling him up, she kissed him. “I can taste me on your tongue,” she said, wonderingly. With the last bit of strength she had, she clasped his member and moved it into her chamber. He began moving on contact, but not before she wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled them down, forcing all of him deep within her body. Tightening and loosening the muscles in her lower abdomen, it was as if she was pulling him even deeper. Undulating her hips against his shaft, she tightened as the beginning of a climax came rushing from its hiding place. She continued moving, feeling him tighten and then she felt the initial spurt of his juices. He pumped harder, hammering her into the mattress as he emptied himself into her. Neither noticed he had not used protection. Neither cared.

Chapter 14:  A Letter To Mama
     
    Anna sat down to write the letter to her mother letting her know she was all right. She had left a note in her mother’s jewelry box telling her what she was doing, but not where she was going. She had been afraid the long arm of her father might somehow reach out and pull her back to marry Throckmorton.
     
    She wrote: Dear Mama, I take pen in hand to write a short note to tell you all is well with me. I arrived safely in Cheyenne, Wyoming. I am married to a wonderful man who owns a ranch outside Cheyenne. His name is Josiah Moore. He is now 23 years old and is a widower. His wife died of diphtheria leaving him with a two year old daughter. Both of his parents were killed when a tornado destroyed their home. Mama, the ranch is large and prosperous. We have a nanny named Beulah, for Rebecca. Beulah is also the primary cook. We also have a housekeeper and Josiah has several ranch hands to help with the operations of the ranch. Mama, you shouldn’t worry about me. I am very happy. In fact, yesterday, Josiah surprised me by having a piano he had secretly purchased, delivered to the ranch. I am going to teach Rebecca to play and would appreciate it if you could send my books I was using when I took lessons. You can send them to Mrs Josiah Moore, General Delivery, Cheyenne, Wyoming Territory. I love you, Mama and hope Father did not blame you for my leaving, but there was no way I would marry Mr Throckmorton. Please forgive me if I hurt you and know I will always love you. Your Loving daughter, Anna.
     
    She put the letter on the dresser in the bedroom so she wouldn’t forget to post it on their next trip to Cheyenne. Josiah was pleased when she told him, since he