A Cowboy’s (Briefly) Virgin New Wife
I’ve been reading dirty books for the last forty-five years or so, and in that time I’ve seen more than a few loss-of-virginity scenes. Most of them are pretty obnoxious, frankly, and I’ve thought so since I was a virgin myself. The most common sin is making too much of a woman’s virginity, one way or another: having the characters value it too highly, making it it too much of a plot point, having its loss be too traumatic or too dramatic or just in general too much of a patriarchal MacGuffin. If I am going to enjoy a good literary deflowering, I want the young lady to both take some agency in the matter and to have a good time. Imagine my surprise at finding a surprisingly passable defloration in Spurs and Satin, which is a fluffy quick-read cowboy romance by Vanessa Vale:
“Oh my God, Jackson,” I panted. “I…I had no idea.”
He kissed the birthmark on my inner thigh before lifting his head and grinning. He didn’t loosen his hold, but looked up the length of my naked body. His usually pale eyes were dark and stormy, his mouth and chin glistening with what I now knew was my arousal. I could feel it on my swollen, heated flesh and down my thighs.
“That’s only the beginning.”
I sagged into him at those words and he carefully lowered me down to the ground, my dress spread out beneath me. The soft grass was like a cushion, and having Jackson above me propped up on one hand beside my head made me feel safe and protected, as if he were the only thing in the world. He was. I couldn’t see anything but him, his smiling face and broad shoulders blocking out the rest of the world.
I glanced down our bodies and saw his cock was even bigger than before, the fluid at the tip dripping down the blunt head. Lowering my hand, I touched it. It bobbed against my fingers and Jackson hissed. I pulled my hand away and looked at him, worried.
“Did I hurt you?”
He shook his head. “To the contrary,” he replied, his voice deep and rough. “Don’t stop, love.”
The reassuring look in his eye had me gripping him in my palm.
“Harder.”
His growl had me squeezing him, although I couldn’t get my fingers to wrap all the way around his ample thickness.
“Slide your hand up and down.” I did. “Cup my balls with your other hand.”
He continued to tell me what to do, for I had no idea what to what he was referring. At first. Between those words and his body’s response to my touch, I quickly learned what he liked. His cock was so hard, yet as smooth as silk in my palm. It pulsed and filled with blood. My hand became damp from the fluid at the top, making me glide up and down him with ease.
“Enough.” He pulled back from my hold and sat back on his heels.
“I wasn’t doing it right?” I bit my lip, worried that I wasn’t skilled enough to please him.
His hand came to my cheek and his thumb slid back and forth. “You’re doing it just fine. It’s too good, love. I want to be inside you when I come. I want to fill you with my seed, mark you as mine.”
I nodded, for my desire had not diminished when he’d made me come with his mouth. I parted my legs for him and braced for his massive size to push inside me. “I’m ready.”
The corner of his mouth tipped up. “No, you’re not, but don’t worry, I’ll get you there.” He lowered his head and kissed me, his mouth gentle, his tongue slipping in deep to meet mine. I tasted myself, and the idea of being so intimate with Jackson very, very arousing. I had no idea it could be this way and I all but melted beneath him, my body becoming soft and pliant. His tongue retreated, then plunged in again, all the while his big hand joined with mine. Slowly, he raised it over my head where his other hand claimed it and held on to it. I was pinned in place with nowhere to go. I could do nothing but accept everything—and anything—Jackson decided to do to me.
I was his.
For once, I could let everything go. In this moment with him, he was in complete control. I couldn’t worry that he would find my body unappealing. I couldn’t worry about what I’d done in the past. I couldn’t worry about whether I was pleasing him. I could do absolutely nothing but accept Jackson’s attentions and return them as ardently as I could. I belonged to him and he was telling me so without any words.
As he kissed me, his free hand slid down my arm and lower to cup my breast, squeezing it as his fingers plucked at the turgid nipple. I gasped against his mouth.
“Like that?” he asked, his mouth hovering over mine.
My eyes slipped shut as he didn’t relent. “Yes,” I breathed.
He tugged a little harder and there was a sharp bite of pain. My eyes flew wide and my back arched. “Jackson!” I cried, not because it hurt, but because it morphed into something incredibly pleasurable.
“Like that more?”
“I shouldn’t,” I replied, confused as to why my core softened and dripped with arousal at the pain and pleasure combination.
“Yes, you should. It just means you aren’t as mild as you thought. You might be able to fool the others, but not me.”
“Jackson,” I countered, but couldn’t say more for he’d moved on to the other breast, giving it the same rough treatment.
“I’ve longed to hear my name from your lips sounding just like that. Just wait until I get inside you, then you’ll do it again. And again.”
I didn’t doubt his ability to make me beg. I was far from mild. I was absolutely wild beneath him. As his hand slid down my belly and dipped between my thighs, I was lost to anything but him. A finger parted my folds and dipped inside.
“You’re dripping wet.”
“Jackson, please.” I did beg. I did. Putting my feet firmly on the soft grass, my knees came up and I parted my legs for him. He quickly took advantage of this position by shifting so his hips were cradled within mine. This also had his cock settling against my inner thigh. One slight shift of his body and he’d be pressing against me. One slight thrust of his hips and he’d be embedded fully within me. The idea had me lifting my hips.
“This, Hyacinth.” He held up his hand and I saw my wetness glistening on his fingertips. “This is for me.”
“Yes,” I replied.
He lifted his fingers to his mouth and licked my essence off. “So sweet, spicy, too. Just like you.”
His words, the way he talked to me, he didn’t hold back. He didn’t maintain a safe reserve for mild Hyacinth Lenox. He wouldn’t stand for that, for he was seeing the real me—the me I hadn’t even known. Hyacinth Reed. How he knew I’d become aroused by touching myself, or by his dark and dirty words, his seamy actions, I’d never know. I didn’t really care, just that he would soon fill me, for my inner muscles clenched down in anticipation.
He was big, so very big, but I wasn’t afraid. Never with Jackson.
Placing his other hand beside my head, he shifted his hips and I did feel his cock nudging at my entrance. The hot feel of it, so hard and demanding, had me gasping.
He looked into my eyes. “There’s no going back, love.” He pushed forward ever so slightly and we both groaned. The broad head spread my lower lips so very wide and it opened me up, stretching me so much more than one of his fingers possibly could.
“I’ll be gentle this first time, but I like it rough and I know you will, too.”
The idea of him taking me as he wished had me clenching down on the tip of his cock.
He slid in a little further easily because of how slick I was.
My eyes closed and I tensed at the tight, burning feel of him filling me. He was large, so very large that my body was struggling to accommodate his girth.
“Look at me, Hyacinth.” His deep voice had me doing as he bid. “You’re so tight, but it’s your maidenhead that’s making it uncomfortable.”
I shook my head. “You’re so big.”
He grinned. “I am, but I’ll fit. We’ll fit perfectly together. I can feel your maidenhead and once I break through, you’ll see.”
I licked my lips, trusting him in this. “It’s yours, Jackson. Take it. Take me.”
Heat flared in his eyes—I recognized it now—at my words. He didn’t wait, couldn’t wait. The way his neck was corded and his jaw was clenched, his holding back, his keeping himself still while only slightly embedded within me was costing him. He was being gentle and cautious and I hadn’t even realized it. I knew now and so I decided to move things along. He’d been right. I didn’t want gentle. I wanted Jackson.
I took hold of his bottom, tight and firm beneath my palms and pulled him forward just as I lifted my hips. The action had him breaching my maidenhead and embedding himself to the hilt inside me. I stiffened at the intense feel of him, the sharp bite of pain at the tearing deep inside me.
“Jesus, Hyacinth.”
Jackson didn’t move as he stroked his hand over my face.
“You were…you were taking too long.”
“I didn’t want to hurt you,” he replied.
I gave him a soft smile in reassurance. The pain was receding quickly, but the stretching and feel of him deep inside me was not. My inner walls clenched down on him, testing the feel.
He hissed. “Don’t do that.”
My eyes widened at the bite to his words.
“No, love. You can do that anytime you want, but right now, I’m on the edge. You feel so fucking good and I need to move, but I don’t want to hurt you anymore.”
“You won’t hurt me,” I promised. “Please.”
Slowly, he pulled back and the slight friction of the motion had my eyes widening even further. “Jackson!” I cried.
“Ah, like that?”
I nodded.
“Then you’ll like this even more.” He pushed back in, filling me up once again. The sensations of his cock stroking over places deep inside me had me squirming.
“Ah, ah. It’s my turn to move.” He said no more, but began sliding in and out of me, slowly at first, and then setting a rhythm that had me lifting my hips to meet him. I couldn’t remain still. The sounds of our flesh slapping together, the sounds of my wetness filled the air. This wasn’t a simple tumble beneath the sheets. It was wet and slick and sweaty. Primal. The way my body responded was just the same. It was as if it knew what to do, how to respond to elicit every bit of pleasure from the joining. Jackson knew what to do, shifting his hips when he all but rammed into me had him stroking directly over my clit. I couldn’t keep from crying out as it became too much. While he’d made me come before, I’d never had something inside of me. I’d never known it would be so much better. When I came, it was like fireworks and lightning and bone melting pleasure all rolled into one. I couldn’t help the scream that escaped, caught on the wind and lifted to the heavens, just as I felt.
My inner walls gripped Jackson’s cock, pulling him into me as far as he could go and wanting to keep him there. I swore he grew thicker and longer as his motions became more erratic. I knew his pleasure had taken over, just as mine had, and he was driven by his own release. I’d recovered enough that I could watch him, his face tense and the need to come tantamount.
With one last plunge, he came on a growl, his seed filling me. I could feel it deep inside, hot and spurting. We were joined in the most elemental of ways and I didn’t want to move, didn’t want the moment to end. While Jackson was lost in me, I was forever his. As he’d said, there was no going back. And I had no interest in doing so
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