Free His Passionate Pioneer by Maggie Ryan

a pretty pink and he was very pleased when she kept her hand on him when he removed his.
    "No, honey, you won't hurt me. Touch is a wonderful sense. I love touching you and I want you to love touching me. Go on, stroke my cock with your hands."
    She finally actually looked down between their bodies to see his erection. This time, when it jerked, she smiled and began to stroke her hand up and down its long length. Richard held himself in check, barely daring to breathe.
    "Is this okay? Am I doing it right?" she asked.
    "Oh yes, you are doing great but, honey," he said, once again wrapping his hand around hers and gently removing it, "if you don't stop, I'm going to cum without making love to you." Seeing the confusion on her face, he was again reminded of how innocent she was. "You'll understand soon, I promise." She blushed but moaned softly as he moved her from his lap to lay her down on the bed. Richard stroked softly down her arms until he felt her relax against him once more. He then feasted on her neck and breasts until she was wiggling underneath him.
     
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    "Please," she begged, wanting something she couldn't name but knowing she needed more. The sensations flooded her body, building as he suckled and nipped on her breasts. She'd had no idea that men actually suckled as an infant would, but God, she never wanted him to stop. Her nipples were rock hard and throbbing with need. She felt the same throbbing between her legs and was soon whimpering.
    He smiled as he released her nipple. "Spread your legs for me, Anna, open yourself. Let me teach you."
    She hesitated for an instant but when his hand moved to her thigh, guiding her, she opened her legs to allow him entry. He kept his eyes on hers as he lowered one hand to her center. She gasped as his fingers began to caress her, softly moving through her pubic hair, parting her curls to stroke her in a place she had never truly considered before. When his finger slid between the lips of her sex to circle again and again in one specific spot, she bucked against his hand and would have pushed him away if he had allowed her to use her hands. Instead, he pinned both wrists above her head while stroking her with his free hand. She felt herself growing wetter, and a need building that she could not yet identify.
    "Oh, God, I feel like I'm burning," she moaned, her head threshing on the pillow.
    "Shh, let me pleasure you."
    Her husband didn't wait for her to respond, instead continuing his play between her legs. When he spread her labia lips apart and pressed one thick finger into her wetness, she felt her body jerk and a rush of moisture flood from her. Without conscious thought, she lifted her bottom off the mattress, unable to stop her whimpers. She thought she was going to explode, her muscles jerking; and yet it was the most incredible feeling in the world.
    "I love stroking you, touching you and watching your pleasure build. Now cum for me Anna. Don't think, just feel my touch and let it happen." He spoke softly, his mouth at her ear, his lips kissing her neck when he finished speaking. When he continued to stroke in and out of her and then used his thumb and finger to find that same spot, stroking against it, gently squeezing it, she went wild when her world exploded, screaming his name.
    His mouth covered her own and she knew he was stifling her cries; yet she didn't care. What he was doing, what he was making her feel—there were no words to describe it. She bucked underneath him, her body convulsing with the first orgasm of her life. She finally fell back onto the bed, her heart pounding, the blood rushing through her body.
    "Good girl, that's my very good girl," Richard said, kissing her again and again. "Now I'm going to take you, little one."
    She nodded, wanting him to claim her, to make her his wife. She felt him steady himself between her spread legs and then felt his erection at her entrance. He bent forward to kiss her gently once more and released her