The Farmer's Reluctant Bride by Dina Chapel Read Free Book Online

his chest, he knew he wouldn’t be able to
resist her. He immediately bent his head down and caught one in his mouth,
sucking and licking as if it was the first breast he had ever had. Mandy
moaned. Hank lifted his mouth off her nipple for only a moment in order to
soothe her.
    “It’s all right, Sweetheart.” Hank
kept his voice low and gentle. “Let me love you, Mandy. It’s all right.” Then
he went right back to suckling.
    God, he had been too long without a
woman! Hank felt himself get hard as a rock in record time. He had already been
hard but had kept it under control in case Mandy stopped him. If she really
wasn’t ready, he had no intention of forcing himself on her. But now he was painfully
hard. And she seemed receptive. She seemed to be enjoying the attention her
breasts were getting.
    Mandy moaned and writhed beneath
him and Hank didn’t know how long he would last. He didn’t want to rush this
first time either. He wanted Mandy to have a good experience even though he
knew it was going to hurt her, no matter what he did or how gentle he did it.
    But at the very least, Hank could
make sure that she was ready for him. He reached a hand down between them and
slipped one finger inside Mandy. She was hot and tight and slippery wet. Hank
smiled to himself. The sucking and playing on her nipples must have been doing
the trick.
    She was responsive. He was grateful
for that. He would have hated to have to deal with a frigid wife, always
wanting and never getting. Always having to force himself on her instead of
having her meet him halfway and enjoy herself too. It made all the difference.
The difference between just a marriage and a happy marriage.
    “Mandy? Sweetheart?” Hank wanted
her awake and aware of what was happening. “I want to make love to you, Mandy.
Is that what you want too?”
    Mandy opened her eyes and stared
into Hank’s. She had never looked more beautiful to him than she did at that
moment. She slowly nodded her head.
    “Yes, Hank. I want that too.” Her
voice was no more than a whisper.
    Hank stroked the side of her face
as he leaned over her. “It will hurt this first time. I’m sorry, Mandy. That’s
just how it is.” He kissed her gently then. “But just the one time, then it
won’t hurt again.”
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*   *
    Mandy nodded, even though she
wasn’t sure she believed Hank. She had been told different by every married
woman she had ever known. But she didn’t want to argue right now. She just
wanted to feel close to him. As close as she could feel. And it felt so good to
be lying in the bed with him like this, to have his body so close and warm.
    It made her feel good in a way she
had never felt before and she didn’t want it to end. He kissed her then, a lot
less gently than the first time. His tongue was in her mouth and his hands
roamed her body. Mandy moved beneath him, unable to control her reaction to his
attentions.
    Hank’s mouth moved from her mouth
to her breast again, his teeth gently tugging at her nipple while his fingers
tugged at the nipple of the other breast. It was almost more than Mandy could
stand. Mandy ran both hands up Hank’s arms and gripped his shoulders tight,
throwing her head back and moaning.
    She wanted something, wanted more.
    She wanted more of him. She tried
to pull him closer from where her hands gripped his shoulders, but Hank was
pulling back a bit.
     “Open for me, sweetheart.” He
coaxed, using one hand to gently push her knees apart and slip his own between
her legs. Hank kneeled on that one knee between Mandy’s legs and slipped each
of his arms under Mandy’s legs, hooking each one of her legs over the crook of
each of his arms.
    As he leaned onto the bed with one
hand on each side of her, Mandy’s legs were spread and her knees pulled back
almost near her head. Before she even had a chance to protest—Mandy wasn’t sure
that she liked being spread apart this way, she felt like she couldn’t move—she
felt something down