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When The Fire Burns	By : Melishere Category: 1 through F > The Big Valley Views: 711 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Heath helped with cleaning up after the wedding and bid his family and Milly’s family good night. He headed to the bathroom and washed up. He relieved himself and as he was buttoning his pants he couldn’t help but think of Jarrod and Milly and the night ahead of them.

He’d been in the barn when the two had returned from their walk the night before. Jarrod took Milly behind the barn so they couldn’t be seen and before Heath could leave, he heard Milly gasping and moaning. She was begging Jarrod to continue whatever it was he was doing. Heath wasn’t sure he could leave without being caught causing embarrassment for all but he knew if he didn’t get out of there soon he’d have to take care of his own bulging member.

Thankfully, Jarrod put a stop to things, promising Milly they’d continue after the wedding in their new home. Heath breathed a sigh of relief when the amorous couple finally left.

Now as he stood in the bathroom, he thought about Milly’s moans and gasps. He put her from his mind, knowing he shouldn’t be thinking that way about his brother’s wife. So he thought instead about a redhead he knew back in the war. His cock grew harder as he pumped, his hand going up and down the shaft. It felt good but not as good as Heath wanted it to be. He stopped, gasping slightly, the ache in his groin protesting as he stopped suddenly. He looked over and saw some salve used for minor cuts. It wasn’t medicinal as much as it was soothing. And Heath needed soothing.

He rubbed some on his hand and then moved his hand up and down his hard on. Slow at first…enjoying the sensations, thinking about the red head with the full lips and how those lips had wrapped around his cock. He slowed down, not wanting to finish just yet but knew he needed to soon because someone would want in the bathroom. He considered going to his room but knew he wouldn’t be able to button his pants. He moved his hand faster and faster, telling himself to not make a noise. He bit his lip and felt as his balls tightened and then the stream of hot liquid shot out over his hand, the extra lubrication making everything feel even more pleasurable.

“Oh yeah…” couldn’t help but whisper. While he wasn’t completely satisfied, he should be able to make it back to his room and get some rest.

He was about to open the door when he heard Nick and Mags walking past and Mags declaration in a loud whisper, “Nick, wait! As much as I want you inside me we can’t do this…in…the…hall…” she panted.

“Let’s hurry up and get to our room. I need your mouth on me,” Nick said and Heath heard Mags laugh.

“Promise you’ll let me finish you off,” were the last words Heath heard.

He stifled a groan. He looked over at the salve and took it with him. He spent another few hours stroking and rubbing his cock, enjoying the feeling and when he finally fell asleep, he knew that he’d be tired the next day but at least he’d be going into it satisfied…for now.

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Jarrod stood outside the bedroom door, hesitating. He couldn’t help but think back to his wedding night with Beth. He knew it wasn’t fair to compare Milly and Beth because the women were as different as night and day. Milly enjoyed Jarrod’s intimate touch whereas Beth seemed to only tolerate them. Jarrod was not allowed to take any liberties with Beth but Milly trusted him completely to do what he pleased.

Jarrod would make sure Milly would enjoy their first night…he hated that there would be some pain but he would go slow. He’d had Nick take some of the edge off before they left toward the end of the reception. They met in his bedroom and locked the door. Jarrod could last for hours but he allowed himself to let go in only minutes time so no one would suspect. Jarrod pushed that thought away too. It was time to go see his waiting bride and not think about Nick’s mouth sucking on him. He offered up a silent plea that Milly wouldn’t be dressed in a thick, cotton white gown.

He reached for the handle and turned the knob. The room wasn’t lit well, but well enough. Jarrod had left Milly to change, he having put his silk slacks and smoking jacket in another room earlier that day. When he entered the room, Milly was standing near the small table that held two glasses of champagne. Jarrod thought for sure he’d lose himself the moment he saw her.

Her hair was down around her shoulders, the curls cascading down and she was dressed in a sheer gown. Her hair covered her breasts and Jarrod slowly closed the door.

“You look beautiful,” he said softly. Milly smiled.

“I hope you don’t mind. I started on the champagne,” she replied. In truth she was nervous. Her mother had spent most of the night before admonishing Milly on what her “duties” were to be. She needed to lie still and let her husband do what he wanted. When he was satisfied, she could then roll over and sleep, hoping he would leave her alone.

The best thing will be if he leaves you and goes to another room. Then you don’t have to worry about a wayward dream he would have during the night and him wanting to force himself on you again, were the words her mother had said.

Thankfully, Milly had her Aunt Jo’s diary which had given Milly different instructions. She was to enjoy herself. Yes, it would be scary at first but that scariness would flee once the “agony of bliss” as her Aunt Jo called it was felt.

“I don’t mind at all,” Jarrod responded, glad that Milly was relaxing. Beth had lain on the bed, the light turned down as low as possible without being turned off completely and lifted up her gown. Jarrod was to do what he needed and then be done.

After 20 minutes of “are you done yet?” Jarrod decided he was done and left, finishing himself in the small water closet. He tried not to be frustrated and told himself he could teach Beth, they just needed time. But they didn’t get that time and while Jarrod felt extremely guilty for Beth’s death, he was grateful for the wife he had now.

Milly set down the glass and walked toward Jarrod. Before he did anything he would tell her so she’d be prepared. When he’d ravished her with his mouth and hands he knew she was ready to be entered, her wetness fully evident.

“May I touch it?”

Jarrod looked up at Milly. She stared at his hard on and then looked at him. Jarrod nodded and let his wife explore his body. He willed himself to be still and to not give in to her ministrations.

“It’s so silky but hard,” she said. Jarrod loved her innocence.

He gently rolled her over on her back and parted her legs. He kept his eyes on hers and eased into her. He’d been fingering her off and on over the last week, knowing the wedding was so close that he could take that liberty and he’d brought her to the edge more than once. He did get carried away in a line shack and she fully came. That was the afternoon before the wedding. But this time, he was going to make her his and join his body to hers. He put on the sheath, both having agreed to wait at least a year before trying for a child.

He thrust in and she cried out. He held still and spoke her name over and over.

“Milly, relax…I know it hurts but remember how it felt in the line shack yesterday? That was a small taste of what is about to happen now,” he assured her.

Jarrod felt her relaxing and he began to move. He was glad he’d taken the time to master lasting for a long time. He knew this would help Milly and he would not finish without her.

He smiled when her hips began to move.

“Yes…that’s it,” Jarrod said. He saw Milly’s lips pursed.

“Milly…let it go… Relax honey. Don’t hold it back. No one can hear us. Say my name…tell me what you’re feeling-“

“Oh Jarrod…I feel something…it’s…glorious. I want to scream-“

“Scream darling…loud!”

“Ahhhh…oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!”

Jarrod filled the sheath and almost roared as he climaxed. It hadn’t felt that good with any other woman ever. Not even the buxom blond he’d first lain with as a teen who’d sucked him dry and then coaxed him hard again to ride him like a stallion. No, this was different and he’d always remember it. And he’d do whatever he could to feel that way again.

Jarrod rolled over and discarded the sheath. He then pulled Milly to himself and kissed her sweaty forehead. He looked at their bodies, glistening in the dim light and told himself to not think about his wife lying naked next to him. She needed time to recover.

“When can we do that again?” He heard her say.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“Jarrod, I have to feel that way again. Please,” she begged. He was gentle knowing she’d be sore but over and over they brought each other to fulfillment until both fell into an exhausted sleep around sunrise.
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