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Chapter Ten
It was as if they never kissed, as if they never touched, once they returned to the cabin. It was so awkward at first. Neither of them discussed what happened. If he looked at her, she was too embarrassed to face him. So Vincent busied himself with making a fire, and warming up the cabin.
"We better get you out of those wet clothes,” he said, breaking the silence.
"What about you?” Barbara asked, disconcerted at the idea of being unclothed in his presence.
"I am more worried about you getting sick, sugar.” Vincent picked up a blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders. He bent down to kiss her cheek and she pulled back sharply.
"Is there a reason you turned me away?” He would never understand women. The kiss they shared earlier said she enjoyed the experience, and yet she was running from him now at the slightest brush of his lips.
"No."
"Are my kisses not good enough for you?"
"No—It's not that—It's just—"
"Just what? Just that I am not good enough for you or your prissy life?"
"No! I'm a virgin!"
He watched her face turn crimson before she turned away quickly, obviously embarrassed to have said that out loud. She covered her face with her hands before continuing. “I have never felt this way about a man before, never wanted more, but—"
Vincent sat down next to her on the bed, and she rolled into him as the mattress gave way from his weight. He tried to make his words comforting, “But you are scared."
"Mmm-hmmm."
He had an overwhelming desire to protect her, but at the same time he never wanted her more. Taking her for the first time would hurt. There was no getting around that brief pain. He didn't want another man teaching her about love. He couldn't stand the thought of some other lucky bastard taking her virginity.
"You know I would never hurt you, Barbara. Do you trust me?"
"Yes. I trust you."
"There are ways a man can love a woman without taking her virginity. Would you let me love you like that?"
"I don't know about that...” Her voice trailed off.
He cupped her chin, tilting her head up to his, as he bent down in a kiss. His lips barely brushed hers before he spoke again. “You can trust me."
* * * *
"I trust you, Vince,” she said just before his mouth pressed down against hers. His lips were more persuasive than she cared to admit. Her arms snaked around his shoulders pulling him into her. Feelings that had been too long denied, wrapped themselves around her chest. A familiar pressure built in her chest, snaking down into her stomach.
He peeled the wet clothing from her skin, hardly taking the time to lay the clothing over the chair to dry. She folded her arms over her breasts attempting to hide herself from him.
"You can always trust me to take care of you, Barbara. I won't hurt you.” His voice broke with huskiness. Gently he slipped his hand under her arms, cupping one breast in his hand.
The feelings he woke in her made her want more. Shy at first of sharing her body, she was slow to remove her arms. It wasn't until he bent his head to kiss her breasts that she thought to put her hands on him. He sucked on her nipple, causing it to peak under his masterful tongue. She traced her fingers through his short chestnut hair, pulling him closer.
What was that in her belly she was feeling? A pressure so intense she wanted to say something, do something to relieve it. It was even now unfurling through her belly, lowering to a space between her legs.
Suddenly her feet were lifted out from under her. She gasped out in surprise as two strong arms carried her to the bed. His lips locked on hers, his tongue questing, demanding nothing less than complete surrender. The kiss sent the pit of her stomach into a wild swirl.
With experienced hands, he removed the last of her undergarments and her torn stockings. Vince knelt above her, making no attempt to hide the fact that he was watching her, soaking in every beautiful feature.
"Are you done?” she asked innocently.
"Not by a long shot, sugar. I was just getting started.” He looked her over seductively. His hands caressed her ribcage, moving downward. He dropped kisses where his fingers had touched, licking and sucking the flesh. It was driving her mad with desire. Barbara didn't know what she wanted, but she knew she wanted more of him.
When he parted her legs, she panicked, attempting to close them tightly. “What are you doing?"
"Trust me, sugar. Just relax.” His voice was smooth, but insistent.
"I can't relax. I've never done this before. What are you planning on doing?” She was trembling beneath him, not from fear, but anticipation.
"You really want to know? I am going to kiss you here.” His hand cupped her sex. She was a little shocked at the way it felt to have his warm hand against her flesh. She felt embarrassed, and yet it felt good.
And when he parted her legs for the second time, she did not fight him. She trembled in anticipation, her breath coming faster as she watched his head disappear between her legs.
"Oh, my God!” She threw her head back, her long blonde hair splaying around her. He was doing things to her that made her unable to stop from crying out. “Yes."
She was drawn to a height of passion she had never known before. Her head reeled with these strange new feelings. Unconsciously her hands were drawn to his hair, pulling those magic lips of his into her cunt. She felt much wetter, much hotter, and she couldn't help but feel she wanted something more.
Oh, God! What was he doing? The breath caught in her throat as she felt his lips on her womanhood. He pulled the bud of her clitoris into his mouth, working it back and forth, sucking and pulling it gently to and fro. Her hips bucked up under him and he pushed her firmly back into the mattress. He gave her no quarter, not stopping, and the crescendo built inside of her, the pressure ever increasing, until she was finally pushed over the edge. “Vince, oh...” She moaned, her body still quivering from the remnants of ecstasy.
Seeming satisfied at her body's response, he worked his way back up to her lips, pressing his firm body against hers. He kissed her and she could taste herself on his lips. A sweet taste, but unfamiliar. She wasn't sure why it gave her pleasure to taste herself, but it did.
His cock pressed into her thigh, still hard. She wanted him higher and between the juncture of her thighs. She wriggled under him, hoping to shift him there. While he did not move where she wanted, he did press his groin back to match her thrust. Barbara did it again, hoping he would continue to grind against her. Their bodies grew more fervent and more impassioned in their demands. Her eager response matched his thrust for thrust.
"You are going to have to stop that, or I will not be able to stop myself, sugar."
"But I don't want to stop."
"Do you want me to finish?"
Barbara felt a lurch of excitement inside of her. “Yes. I want to feel you inside of me."
He seemed to think for a moment before he got off her. “Okay. All you have to do is to relax and trust me. I want you to get on all fours for me. Can you do that?"
She got into position, and looked over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of him undressing, pulling his pants down. “Like this?"
"Just like that.” His voice held his approval.
His cock sprang eagerly as he finished undressing, already hard and long. Her gasp was audible at the first sight of him. She swallowed hard, not knowing what he was going to do next. Her gaze followed him as he walked to the nightstand and picked up a bottle of oil from inside the drawer then crept back on the bed, facing her, and held the bottle out to her.
Sitting up on her knees, she took the glass bottle and opened it, oiling her hands. Unsure of what to do next, she looked up at him with the question in her eyes.
He answered her by placing her hands on his cock, and his cock jerked in her hands. She moved to pull away and he wrapped his hand around hers, working them in an up and down motion. More confident with time, her touch grew firmer.
"Now, the trick to this is to relax. Did I ever tell you how sexy your ass is?” He gave her a smile that made her pulse race.
She went back on all fours, knowing he intended to take her, bracing herself for his entry. When she felt his experienced hands on her ass, she tightened her buttocks in response.
"No, sweetheart. You gotta relax or it will hurt.” He used the oil to help lubricate her opening, stretching her pink rosebud, circling the opening. First with one finger, he swept inside, and then two fingers entered her, moving in and out with delicious ease. He used his tongue, occasionally working her clit to help get her in a more aroused state.
"I didn't think you'd be going there."
"Relax, sugar. People have been doing this since biblical times, and it will allow you to keep your virginity."
Barbara made a conscious effort to relax the muscles in her ass. He separated the cheeks of her butt, and pressed himself to her entrance. When she felt the tip of his manhood probe her ass, she fought the panic. His words of comfort and the feeling of him as he filled her, coming inside of her, was a deliciously full feeling. She wanted him, all of him, inside of her. She leaned down, pushing her chest into the bed, making her ass more accessible for him, willing him to enter her deeper. Vincent pushed inside of her and there was a rush of burning discomfort, a slight pinch of pain, but the pleasure she felt quickly overcame that pain.
When she voiced her pleasure, he repeated his performance, pushing inside of her not quite all the way, and her tight ass clenched around his cock, resisting his entry. He pushed in again, this time deeper, and she moaned as he filled her completely. He began to move in and out in a slow, steady rhythm. As he fucked her ass, he dipped his fingers in her wet pussy and played with the tip of her clit, driving her into a new passionate frenzy.
Her voice was stretched thin as she moaned out, “Oh, my God, Vince! What are you doing to me?"
* * * *
He chuckled in response. It was definitely arousing to hear her caught up in her need. With his free hand, he moved under her, pinching her nipple, twisting it just enough to get her to cry out.
"Please, I need ... I need.... more.” She clung onto the bed frame with her free hand as he pumped into her.
That was all it took to send him up over the edge. Determined to take her with him, he worked her clit as he came. He pumped furiously before feeling her body press against his, and letting his own seed spill into her. Sticky semen seeped out around him as he withdrew, the strong muscles expelling the juices from her sweet ass.
They lay down together, spent from their lovemaking. She touched his cock, clearly fascinated by the part of him that had given her such pleasure.
"That must be why everyone wants to get married so badly."
He stiffened at the statement. “Marry you? Oh no, honey, I hope you know that I am not going to marry you just because I fucked you."
* * * *
A soft gasp escaped her, and her heart dropped to her stomach. She didn't know what she was thinking. A man like Vincent would never settle down. They never agreed to marry, or even to love. But she wasn't sure she wanted to lose the little she had with him either. “Well, I didn't mean anything by it. I don't want to marry you, either, but I did enjoy tonight."
He smiled. “That is a performance I wouldn't mind repeating, sugar. And you are technically still a virgin, but if you want me to correct that deficiency, I would be happy to solve that for you."
"After all that, I am still a virgin?"
"You may have lost your innocence but not your virginity, and you'll only lose that when you decide you want to give it up to me,” he said smugly.
"I want to give it to the man who marries me, Vince."
"You don't always have to feel loved to be fucked, and you don't have to fuck because you love. If you ever change your mind, I will still be here, hun. And I promise I'll be as gentle as I can be and make your first time an event to remember."
Barbara snuggled deeper into the crook of his arm, biting her tongue on the words asking him to take her right then.
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Chapter Eleven
The following weeks were filled with long days working on the claim and nights teeming with explicit lessons on sex. Vincent taught her how to please a man with her mouth, which she found especially fun to watch his reactions as she pushed him to come under her attention. She loved the taste of him, loved almost everything about him. He had a sexy body, lean and hard. At night, he would hold her and she never imagined it would feel so good to just be held by a man.
Barbara thought she had learned everything there was to know about loving one another's body, but she was wrong. He had her nipple in his mouth, waking her, as he was prone to do lately. He circling her pearled nub with his tongue before sucking on it once more.
"Oh, that feels good, Vince, and to think I only thought those were good for babies."
"These,” he emphasized the word while fondling her other breast, “are good for a lot more than feeding babies."
"I never knew, since no one had ever taken the time to teach me how they were used."
"So tell me, my dear, have you ever been titty fucked before?"
She felt a ripple of excitement before shaking her head in answer. Just saying those words made her wet. Another lesson that she was sure she would enjoy. She enjoyed learning everything with Vince.
"Do you wanna try it?"
Of course she wanted to try it! Everything he had showed her was wonderful so far, but she didn't want to sound too eager. “Sure. What do I do?"
"All you have to do is lay there and enjoy it. I will do all the work, sugar.” He straddled her naked body, his cock already hard, and he positioned himself between her breasts. “God, you have gorgeous tits."
She smashed her breasts together over his cock, somehow knowing he would enjoy that. He thrust into her chest, parting the soft flesh with his hardness. Excited by her enthusiasm, he thrust again and again with his hips. She jiggled and bounced as he moved, thrusting harder and faster, lengthening and hardening until he spilt his seed, white cream dripping all over her breasts and chest.
Eagerly she grabbed the tip of him, bringing him into her mouth, licking the cream as he continued to drip into her mouth. His cock pulsed, and she released him when she knew he had spent.
"Sugar, you are one of the best fucks I ever had."
Best fucks? That was all she was to him? Some kind of fuck toy he could use when he felt like it? God, if he only knew how much more she wanted to be. She already felt like she would be lost without him. She liked the sex with him far more than she would care to admit. Not that she had anything to compare it to, but it left her feeling so good afterward. And yet ... he had never taken her virginity. They knew every inch of their lover's bodies, and yet he respected her enough to leave her virginity for her husband one day.
Which only reminded her that it wouldn't be him.
What was she doing to herself? Why was she torturing herself this way?
* * * *
Vincent watched her as she bent over to get more water for the sluice. He sensed her withdrawn state and didn't want to push her. He never pretended to know women all that well, but he knew enough to get by, and whatever was on her mind would be better left alone.
A flash of gold suddenly caught his eye and he bent down to examine it. Fool's gold most likely. He had seen it before. So he wasn't too excited.
But this wasn't fool's gold.
He picked up the fist size nugget and held it up to the light. “Oh, my God! Barbara, we're rich. We struck gold!"
Barbara dropped the bucket and ran over to him. He picked her up in his arms and swung her around in a circle. “We can have anything we want now, Barbara."
* * * *
It was hard not to be swept up by his euphoria, but something else nibbled at her heart. There was no reason to stay any longer. Living with him would make it impossible to find a husband or any future happiness, because staying with him would only confirm what Barbara already knew, all she wanted was Vincent. Suddenly she realized she had to leave him now or lose her heart forever.
Just thinking of it shattered her.
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Chapter Twelve
"I want to celebrate tonight, Vince,” Barbara said. “I want to do something crazy and stupid and something I have never done before. I want you to fuck me, just like you fucked the girls in the whorehouse. Only I want it to be better."
"Are you sure?” he asked, not quite believing her.
"Yeah, you want it? How many times are you going to make me say it? Come and get it!"
She turned and fled, before he stormed after her, chasing her to the bed. He was like an animal, growling at her deep in his need, pulling her clothes from her body with just enough care as not to tear them.
He shimmied out of his own clothes quickly, knowing he should slow down and make this special for her. Yet, he just wanted to claim her more than anything right now. They could take it slow later.
Vincent knew what he wanted, and he wanted to make sure there was no doubt in her mind or his that she belonged to him. He nibbled on her flesh, wanting to memorize the taste of her, the soft fragrance of lavender on her skin. She was soft and sweet smelling.
Barbara opened her legs and he parted the swollen pink lips of her pussy, readying her for himself. First he placed one finger in her, then two, stretching her just a bit. She was so wet and tight, and he had waited so long for this. He always knew it would be him taking her virginity.
His cock pulsed in his hand as he set it at her entrance. He braced himself, holding onto her waist as he began to move slowly, each time lowering himself a little more into her flesh. “So damn tight,” he whispered, loving the way she fit him like a glove. The resistance was not going to give much more, so he pressed hard, using the full force of his body weight and she gasped as she felt pain of the loss of her virginity.

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