down to stroke through her pubic hair. She felt very naughty in a totally different way as she snuggled into him. His fingers made her feel claimed, warm, and very much loved.
"Love you, wife," he whispered.
"Love you, husband," she answered, before falling into an exhausted, sated sleep.
Chapter Six
In the morning, Richard took her again. She gave herself to him completely and he was grateful. She was a very passionate woman and he knew how lucky he was. He could have married a wonderful woman but one who was unable to actually enjoy the act of sex. Anna seemed to have forgotten any words her cousin had shared—something for which he was also grateful. Perhaps Olivia was one of those women who knew that sex was necessary to produce babies, but once that had been accomplished, would regard the act as nothing but a chore. He promised himself that Anna would never have reason to think of what they were doing together as anything but intense pleasure. He wanted to teach her so many things and help her discover the joy of sharing his bed.
"Good morning, wife," he said, grinning down into her face, watching as her eyes glazed over with desire. She moaned as he pushed deep into her.
"Good morning, husband," she said, arching and giving a soft whimper as he thrust hard.
"Am I hurting you?"
She shook her head from side to side, but her eyes slid away from his.
"No, Anna, don't look away," Richard instructed. "Making love is for both of our pleasure—not just mine. I want you to always give me an honest answer. Do you want me to stop; or go slower?"
Her eyes found his and she shook her head again. "No, I'm just a little sore. You fill me up so much." She hesitated and then whispered, "Please, touch me. Touch me down there."
Smiling, he moved a hand to her sex and found her clitoris. "Here?" he asked as she gasped and pushed her hips up. At her nod, he bent to kiss her. "This is your clittie, Anna. Do you like it when I stroke and pinch you here?"
"Yes," she managed to hiss.
"I love hearing you moan. I love sliding in and out of your cunny." He bent and nipped each taut bud of her nipples. "I love suckling and nipping on your sweet titties, and, wife, I love playing with your clittie." He adored her blush as well as her moan as he increased his thrusts, his fingers sliding around her swollen bud until she was gasping and then screaming out her climax. He felt her juices flood over his cock and buried himself deep, shooting his seed into her womb. If they kept this up, she'd be giving birth to their first child within the year. He kissed her deeply and loved the way she surrendered her mouth to his tongue. He pulled out of her warmth and she shuddered. He held her for a while until her breathing calmed. "Most of all, Anna, I love making you cum and hearing you scream my name as you take your pleasure." He kissed her once more.
"I wish I could keep you naked all day and fuck you every hour, but we've got a long trip ahead," he went on.
She blushed at his words but nodded. Flinging back the quilt and sheets, he climbed out of the bed and walked to the washstand, pouring some water into the bowl. He shuddered as he washed himself, and turned when he heard a soft giggle. Looking over at the bed, he saw Anna propped up on her side, watching him. He grinned as he saw the direction of her gaze.
"Stop laughing, you little minx. It's cold in here!"
She giggled. "Is that why it is so small now?"
Richard finished washing before he spoke. "Is what small?"
Anna blushed but evidently remembered his earlier statement about answering his questions because she spoke softly. "Your cock."
He was pleased and grinned as he looked at her. "Yes, my cock isn't always long and hard; otherwise I'd be rather uncomfortable in my pants." He watched as she flushed but nodded, continuing to stare at his groin. Richard felt his cock twitch and grinned even more broadly as Anna's eyes widened. Her eyes never left his cock as the