Page 289 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

“Darling, I’m your husband. There is no need to be frightened. I love you and want to make love to you. Open your beautiful blue eyes for me.”

His words were soft, the assurance that he wanted her… wanted to teach her about the intimacies between a husband and wife had her calming. She opened her eyes and couldn’t bite back a gasp. She’d never seen a grown man’s… penis. It was huge and, oh my, growing even larger as he straightened and stood before her in all his glory. Betsy wondered if a person could truly burst into spontaneous combustion and yet when his organ twitched, she felt her tummy flip and her inner thighs growing moist.

“Your turn, my dearest Betsy,” he said, moving toward her, lifting her chin with his fingers and bending to kiss her gently before drawing her to her feet once again. He pulled the gown over her head and tossed it away. She only had a moment to think how little she’d worn Jane’s gift before his mouth was on hers again, much harder, more demanding, and his hands stroked her breasts for the first time.

Lifting her into his arms, he laid her on the bed and climbed in beside her.

Chapter Thirteen

Jack took his time. This was a moment and a night his bride would remember for the rest of her life. He’d rather take a bullet than make it less than the perfection she deserved. After gently guiding her legs apart only far enough to settle between them, he leaned over and kissed her until she was moaning. He placed far gentler butterfly kisses down the side of her neck. His soft whisper in the shell of her ear, telling her that he loved her, had her quivering. The kisses he placed in the dip of her collarbone and the hollow of her throat had her whispering his name; the breathless catch in her words had his cock stiffening into a rod of steel. His hand moved to cup a breast, his thumb running across a nipple that was as hard as the diamond on her finger.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured before lowering his head and flicking her turgid bud with the tip of his tongue. She surged up, giving a soft gasp, and he smiled before drawing her nipple into his mouth and laving it until she was squirming beneath him. He used his hand to caress her other breast before lifting his head, giving her a smile, and dipping down to give her other nipple the same attention.

“Oh, Jack,” she said softly, her fingers moving through his black hair. He didn’t release her nipple for several moments, his fingers sliding down across the plane of her tummy, easily able to feel the goose bumps that popped up on her skin. As his fingers began to run through the golden curls at the apex of her thighs, she attempted to close her legs.

“Don’t,” he said, lifting his head. “Open for me, darling.” He saw the pink suffusing her skin but was very pleased when he felt her legs opening, allowing him access. His fingers dipped lower and slid along the seam of her sex, earning another moan from his wife. He knew she expected him to move but figured she never expected the move he made. Releasing her nipple, he began to kiss a path down her stomach, running his tongue into the small hollow of her belly button. Her hands clung to his shoulders when he began to move lower.

“Jack?”

“Shh, sweetheart. Let me love you.” He spread her legs further and returned to placing gentle kisses, soft nibbles and little nips on her skin until he was lying between her open thighs. The moment his tongue slid through the lips of her sex, she bucked up and her hands moved to grip the sheet beneath her. He broadened his tongue, using it to separate the velvet petals of her outer lips, and then slowly ran it up and down her pussy until she was writhing. She was so very, very wet but she hadn’t yet exploded. He circled the small bundle of nerves, grinning when her hands reached for him, fingers twisting again in his hair. He ignored the slight pain of the pull, concentrating his attention on bringing her to her first orgasm. Sucking her clitoris into his mouth, he began to flick it rapidly with his tongue until she was bucking, her cry of ecstasy the most beautiful song he’d ever heard. He allowed her to calm while keeping her clit captured between his lips, his tongue still before he once again began to flick and lick, suck, and give little nips until he felt her entire body tense and then explode again, her song of bliss repeated. Only then did he lift himself and again bend over her body, claiming her lips and allowing her to taste the nectar she’d gifted him with.

“Oh, Jack,” she whispered as he released her mouth. “I-I never knew.”

“Betsy, I have so very much to teach you,” he said, kissing her again and positioning himself at her slick entrance. “I’m sorry, this might hurt the first time, but only once.”

“I-I don’t care,” she said, her face flushed from what he thought was probably a combination of pleasure and shyness. “I-I want to be yours in all ways.”

“You shall be, I promise.” He lifted her legs to lie over his arms as he began to press inside her virginal body. He went slowly, watching her face, and her eyes widened as she was forced to stretch to accommodate him. Pausing, he was pleased to hear her whisper that she was ready. Nodding, he once again bent forward, clamped his mouth over hers and then gave a single hard thrust. He swallowed her cry of discomfort as he broke through her maidenhead and allowed her a moment to recover before he began to move. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs moved to wrap around his waist. God, he had found heaven in the arms of his bride. He began to move in and out, loving the soft gasps and whimpers his movements drew from her. Knowing he was close to erupting, he moved one hand to press against her clit.

“Come with me, Betsy.”

He increased the strength of his thrusts, his fingers stroking over the small bundle of nerves as he buried himself balls deep. When she began to stiffen, he repeated his order. “That’s right, baby. Come with me.”

“Jack!” she screamed as her entire body contracted and he felt his seed explode and fill her for the first time. It was several moments before he felt her legs slide from around him and he rolled to his side, drawing her to him. She placed her head on his chest, both of them breathing hard.

“I love you, Betsy.”

“I love you,” she said softly. Several minutes later, she lifted her head to meet his gaze. “Can we do that again?”

His laugh was as loud as her earlier scream. “Yes, honey, we’ll be doing that over and over and over again.”

“Promise?”

She squealed and giggled when he swatted her bottom before rolling her beneath him again. “Oh, yes, dear wife, I promise.”

Four days later, Jack walked into the kitchen and popped his bride’s behind.

“Ow!” she yelped, drawing the upper half of her body out from the cabinet she’d been lining the shelving with paper. “What was that for?”

“Betsy, I said to get ready. We are supposed to be on our honeymoon, remember?”

“I just wanted…” Seeing his eyebrow quirk, she changed direction. “I mean, yes, sir. I’ll be ready in a flash.

“That’s my girl,” Jack said, his smile causing her tummy to flip.

God, all he had to do was look at her and she melted.

When she was ready, he took her hand and led her from the house they’d been assigned near Schofield Barracks. While she was anxious to begin turning their house into a home, she understood that the majority of their belongings could be weeks in arriving. As Jack helped her into the jeep he’d borrowed, bending to give her a kiss, she decided that he was right. There would be time enough for lining shelves and unpacking. Until then, she was already wondering what new sights he had planned for today.

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