His Errant Educator (Willamette Wives Book 3) (22 page)

After taking the time to unhitch the buggy and lead Belle into her new stall, Roger turned to his wife. He absolutely adored the look on her face when he grinned and wagged his eyebrows, and he'd never tire of her squeak whenever he lifted her into his arms.

"School is now in session," he declared, carrying her across the yard and up the steps. She hung onto his neck as he lifted the latch, startling a bit when he kicked the door closed behind them. "Welcome home, Mrs. Morrison."

"It's wonderful to be home, Mr. Morrison."

"Darling, you don't even know the meaning of wonderful yet," he said, carrying her straight into their bedroom. He set her down but kept his hands on her arms as he bent to kiss her. It was as if he'd held a match to tinder, the fire of passion burning hotter and faster than ever before. He felt her tremble and pulled her even closer, his mouth fused to hers. Only the need to breathe had him pulling away. He turned her to face away from him, his fingers beginning to undo the far too many buttons down the back of her dress. "Who on earth needs this many buttons?" he teased.

"My ma," Teresa said, "this was her dress."

"It's beautiful," Roger said, slowing his fingers so not as to damage the gown. "But it is the woman inside the dress who is even more beautiful." Her purr as he pressed his lips to the nape of her neck had his cock straining, demanding to be released. Still, he took care, finally pushing the last pearl button through its loop and gently spreading the gown open, nuzzling her shoulders with his lips, tracing her spine with his fingertips, loving the sight of gooseflesh as it popped up on her skin.

"Cold?" he asked softly, moving to lick behind her ear, causing her to gasp and shudder.

"No…"

"Then why are you shivering?" he whispered before moving to lick behind her other ear, gently taking the lobe between his teeth, nipping just the tiniest bit.

"Roger, oh, God, I-I think I'm going to swoon," she said.

"We can't have that," he said, turning her to face him. "Not yet. I want you to swoon in my arms when I make love to you," he said again, his hands working the gown off her shoulders as she gazed up at him, her eyes wide, her cheeks flushed. When the tip of her tongue darted out to run along her bottom lip, he knew it was time to stop teasing before he lost what little control of his libido he had.

"I love you, Tessa. I will always love you. Thank you for becoming my wife."

"I love you, Roger," she said softly. "Now, please, make me your wife in all ways." She didn't even flinch when the dress slipped to the floor to pool at her feet. Her eyes never left his as he untied the bow of her chemise, exposing her breasts for the first time, her nipples already puckered. She gasped as he bent to kiss the hollow of her throat, to lick along the pulsing vein he could see beneath her pale skin. She whimpered when he blew his breath across a nipple and then moaned when he drew that nipple into his mouth, sucking gently before lifting his head and moving to give her other nipple the same attention.

"I-I feel like I'm going to… to explode," she whispered, her fingers twisting into his hair, her back arching as if to offer more of her breast to him.

He pulled back, drawing the chemise from her, tossing it to the floor, lifting her arm and placing the gentlest of kisses along the only thing marring her skin… the bruise caused by her intervention for Jack.

"You are the bravest, most incredible person I know," he said. Kissing her lips once more, he then knelt before her. She automatically put her hands on his shoulders as he lifted first one foot and then the other to remove her shoes, leaving her in nothing but her stockings and her bloomers.

Taking his time, his fingertips slowly rolled down a stocking, his lips nuzzling the skin of her thigh, her knee, her calf, and finally, her toes. After repeating the slow, delicious unveiling with her other stocking, he looked up her body to see her chest heaving, her breasts appearing heavier, the strawberry colored nipples glistening from his suckling.

"Don't be frightened," he said.

"I'm not," she said, looking down.

He pulled the ribbon at her waist, loosening the last garment that hid her body from his view. Tucking his fingers into the waistband, he slowly drew it down, knowing that he'd never forget this moment, the moment she would be standing in all her glory before him. Once the fabric puddled at her feet, he said, "You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." He bent forward and kissed her thighs, loving the way her legs were trembling just the slightest. When he bent forward again, placing a kiss at the apex of her sex, she purred again, her fingers gripping his shoulders.

Standing, he undressed far more quickly, about to tell her not to be afraid of his erection, when he saw her face. She wasn't the least bit afraid. Knowing without a doubt that she was an innocent, he silently gave thanks to the women who would share this ranch with his wife, with their children, for making sure that Teresa would enjoy her wedding night. Once nude, he reached for her hand, kissing her palm and then the ring he'd placed on her finger before guiding it to his cock. It was his turn to groan when her fingers wrapped around him, stroking softly.

"How can it be so soft and so… so hard at the same time?" she asked, giving a little squeeze. At his second groan, she released him. "I'm sorry…"

"No, it feels good," he assured her, "really good, but I need you beneath me." She smiled and he lifted her and laid her onto the bed after pulling the quilt the women had made and the top sheet down. He joined her, placing his hands on either side of her shoulders, bending to kiss her again. God, he'd never tire of kissing her, loving it when she caressed his tongue with hers, pressing up until her nipples were brushing his chest. Shit… he wasn't going to last long.

Lifting his head, he began to place little kisses all over her face as he braced himself on one arm so that his free hand could gently trail along her skin, giving each nipple a gentle tug, causing her to moan and arch up again. She only stiffened for an instant when his fingers trailed through the curls of her sex.

"Open your legs, Tessa. Open for me," he whispered against her throat. "Let me learn your body, let me teach you." Her legs slid open and his fingers continued their journey.

"Oh, Roger!" she cried as he found the small bundle of nerves, already swollen and pulsing, her legs shifting to close, her hand reaching to touch his shoulder.

"No, Tessa, don't. Spread your legs. Let me play." When she shuddered but allowed her legs to fall open, he said, "Good girl. You are my beautiful wife, my love…" He slid his fingers around the sensitive bud, adoring her soft mews, the trust she was giving as she opened her legs further, allowing him to explore—to pleasure. Bending to kiss her tummy, licking around the indention of her navel, blowing on the wet skin before dipping the tip of his tongue inside the small depression, he felt her squirm, her hand now in his hair. Lifting his head, he met her gaze and smiled, watching her eyes as he moved his hand a tiny bit further south, slipping just the tip of one finger inside her virginal channel.

"Soon, I shall be tasting you here," he said, pushing his finger deeper. "I will lick, nibble, suckle, and devour every inch of you, Tessa." His finger began to thrust slowly in and out as his thumb and forefinger continued to work over her nub, caressing, tapping, flicking until she dropped her hand to clutch the sheet.

"Oh… oh, God," she moaned, her hips lifting.

"That's right, Tessa. Come for me." Knowing she had no idea what he was requesting, he added a second finger, gently spreading her open, preparing her for his cock that was rock hard as he bent to suckle each of her nipples again. His dips into her cunny went a bit deeper, were a bit more rapid, his thumb never leaving her nub as he watched her eyes as they opened wide. "Don't think, just feel. Let me make you explode. I promise, it will be wonderful." After a few delicious moments of continued exploration, of play, of dragging his tongue across the stiff points of her nipples, she stiffened, clutching the sheets, and then arched, her body shuddering as she imploded. He continued to caress her, watching her tremble, loving the stunned look on her face, her eyes glazed as her hand reached for him.

"You are so incredible, so beautiful, so very perfect." He bent to kiss her softly, removing his fingers, lifting them to his mouth as he pulled away. She gasped when he slid them between his lips, suckling her cream from each one. "You taste like honey," he said, bending to kiss her again, his cock jerking when she didn't even hesitate, the tiny pink tip of her tongue moving to lick along his lips before opening her mouth for his tongue. God, he was about to come. Groaning, he pulled away and lifted his body over hers.

"It might hurt but only for a moment, and only this first time," he said.

"That's… that's all right. Make me yours, Roger. Make me your wife."

He nodding, gritting his teeth as he began to press into her. She was velvet. She was heat. She was tightness. She was absolute heaven. Her soft whimper belied her assurance that it was all right as his girth forced her body to open, to spread around his shaft. Not wanting to prolong her pain, he withdrew a bit and then surged into her, his mouth covering hers the moment he broke through her maidenhead, accepting her cry into his body as he claimed hers for the first time. It felt like a lifetime… it felt like the briefest of seconds before he felt her relax beneath him, his lips never leaving hers until she lifted her hips, giving a soft moan.

His thrusts were gentle at first, allowing her time to grow accustomed to his presence inside her, taking the time to appreciate the gift that she had given him, that she'd continue to gift him for the rest of their lives. It was only when her arms twined around his neck and she began to rock beneath him, matching him thrust for thrust, that he increased both the speed and depth of his movements. When her cunny began to clench around him, he knew she was about to spend again.

"I love you, Tessa. Come again, come with me."

He rocked his hips faster, going as deeply as he could, each stroke driving him closer and closer until she screamed his name. His cock jerked as it was massaged by the walls of her cunny until he joined her, filling her for the first time of thousands. When he was empty, his heart pounding in his chest, he rolled to the side, bringing her with him until he lay on his back, his wife lying along the length of his body.

It took several minutes before she even stirred. Lifting her head, she smiled. "I think I'm going to really enjoy having you for my teacher, Mr. Morrison."

He chuckled, his hands moving to cup the globes of her bottom. "I don't think, I know I'm going to love having you as my student, Mrs. Morrison."

They made love again, the second time as intense as the first. As he rolled over again, holding her in his arms, he chuckled after only a few minutes. His wife was sound asleep. Tucking her against his side, he wrapped an arm around her. Closing his eyes, he smiled. Class was definitely not over, but he could use a bit of recess himself.

***

He grinned when Teresa opened her eyes, her cheeks flushing as she smiled. "Hi."

"Hello," he said. "How are you?"

"Perfect," she said, reaching up to caress his cheek. "Was I dreaming, or was it as wonderful as I remember?"

"It was wonderful," he assured her, giving her a kiss. "Wonderful and absolutely incredible."

"I thought so," she said, her lips curving into a smile before her eyes widened as her tummy growled. "Oh…"

"I love all the sounds you make," he said. "They let me know when you are about to come, and when it is time to remember that my wife needs to eat."

"Is… is that what's it's called? I mean, when my entire body becomes as tight and then I…"

"Explode… see stars…"

"Fly," she said, reaching up to caress his face. "I felt like I was flying off a cliff. It was scary…"

"Tessa, I don't want you ever to be frightened," he said, his smile slipping a bit.

"It was scary but it was the most incredible feeling and, Roger, I never once doubted that you would catch me. When can we… um…"

"Fly to the heavens again?" he offered, and then chuckled when her stomach rumbled again. "Not until I get some food into my bride."

"I'm not hungry," she said, her stomach growling for the third time.

"Ah, this is the perfect time to give you your present, I think."

"Present? I-I didn't get you a present."

"Tessa, you gave me the greatest gift when you became my wife… in all ways." He kissed her and then gave each of her bare cheeks a swat, loving her shocked little squeal.

"Yes, definitely time for your present." Climbing out of the bed, he reached for his pants, ignoring his cock's protest at being tucked away, his shaft already hardening. Turning back to offer her his hand, he grinned as he caught her eyes focused on the fly of his trousers. Yup, his wife was definitely a willing pupil.

"First food, then another lesson," he said, taking her hand and helping her from the bed.

"Um, I need something to wear."

"Why? If it were up to me, you'd wear absolutely nothing." He grinned and reached to cup a breast, running his thumb across her nipple that he found absolutely fascinating as it puckered tighter and tighter. Of course, it also further hardened his cock that he had just confined. Good Lord, if she walked around naked at all times, they'd never eat, much less leave the bedroom.