Summary:  This is my first trip into the world of erotic writing.  Please be warned that this little story may not appeal to all readers.

Rated MA.   WC 5700

The Cabin

 

First Time

He knew he’d have to be careful. She had never been with a man before and no matter how much she loved him or he her, she would still feel pain as he entered her for the first time. He’d teach her the wonders of her body and of his own but that would take time and patience. But this time, this first time, she’d have to trust him.

Adam Cartwright felt a pang of conscience. Veronica was younger than him by eight years. They’d fallen in love slowly. How could it have been any other way with her living in Sacramento and him traveling back and forth on ranch business? She was the daughter of a miner. John Graham had found silver in the blue rocks of the Comstock Lode and when he was able; he’d moved his family out of the tough mining town. But no matter how much money John had, he still loved the thrill of the next bonanza. The Cartwright’s and the Grahams shared mining interests and Adam served as his father’s liaison for whatever business needed to be conducted.

When the Grahams moved from Virginia City, Victoria had been a child. All long legs and flying dark hair that never quite seemed to know its place. Adam had just come back from college. At twenty-one, he looked at the thirteen year old the same way he looked at his youngest brother: charming, full of promise and an overall pain in the butt. But seven years had turned the coltish teen into a stunning young woman. Dinners with the family turned into dinners out with just the two of them. Their relationship seemed to be a natural progression for them both.

Adam had enough experience to know what he felt for Veronica was more than just his body’s natural response to a beautiful, young woman. They shared the same interests and he found that she was just as passionate as he was concerning things that she cared about. And, though it sometimes angered him and sometimes amused him, he found that she could match him spark for spark in any argument.

It came as no surprise when the wedding day was announced and family and friends gathered at the little white church. The only surprise had been Veronica’s insistence that they be married in Virginia City. Adam knew his family was secretly pleased at her decision and, truth be told, so was he.

He had wanted to take his bride first to San Francisco than New York but Veronica stood firm. She wanted to go back to the beauty of Lake Tahoe and spend their time alone in the wilderness of the Sierras. He acquiesced with a promise that someday they would take that trip.

They had cleaned and stocked the cabin themselves a week before the wedding. It was tucked away among the tall pines but the little porch gave them a view of the lake. Each had made a visit to the little lodge without the other knowing, laying in special supplies and gifts for the other.

They left the guests at the Ponderosa to continue celebrating their wedding without them. Both changed into comfortable riding clothes then headed up into the foothills surrounding the lake. The shadows of evening were starting to stretch across the ground when they arrived. They saw to their horses’ needs and headed for the front door.

It was warm that summer’s night so they hadn’t built a fire. Adam lit a single lamp that illuminated the entire room. He closed the space between them and wrapped his arms around her, folding her length into his. She looked up at him and for the first time since he had known her, she had trouble finding the right words. He found them for her. “I love you Veronica Cartwright. I will always love you.” Her response was a kiss that they both deepened until he pulled away to look into her eyes. “Don’t be afraid. Just trust me.”

She took his hand and led him to the bedside. “I do.”

Adam took his time with the buttons of her shirt at last pulling the fabric away to reveal the beauty of her slim, well muscled body. He marveled at the softness of her skin as he ran the backs of his fingers down her arms. He felt her slight tremor as his hand continued across the top of her breasts. Adam kissed her once again this time with a fierceness that echoed his own need. He felt his swelling organ push against the confines of his clothes. He had to slow down. He had to think. If he responded to what his body was telling him, he’d take her now, not caring what he did to her. He pulled his hands away and took a deep breath.

Veronica was startled by his actions. “Is something wrong?”

Adam interrupted her before she could finish. “No, no—there isn’t anything wrong.” He smiled down at her. “It’s me that’s the problem, that’s all.”

She tipped her head to the side. A look of confusion covered her face. “It’s just that being this close to you, seeing you, touching you—.” He placed his arms around her and crushed her to his chest. In a ragged whisper, he said “I want you Veronica. I want to show you what loving you can bring.”

She pushed herself away from him so she could see his face. “Then show me.”

Without further words, he pulled at the ribbons that held her camisole together. He parted the material and looked at the full breasts. He slipped the straps from her shoulders and pulled the garment to her waist. Putting his hands on her hips, he lowered his head to her chest. His tongue traced the outline of each pink tip. He heard her quick intake of breath. He brought her closer and for the first time, Adam pulled the waiting nipple into his mouth and suckled her. He heard Veronica’s soft moan and pulled harder. She pushed herself closer to him. He stopped and looked at the elongated bud then immediately took the other breast as he had the first. Only this time he was more insistent, pulling harder and faster. Veronica whispered his name.

When Adam stopped, she fell forward burying her head in his chest. He placed his fingers under her chin and tipped her lips to his. His kiss was gentle. He saw that her eyes were wide with the wonder of what was happening to her and he knew she was ready.

Veronica watched as her husband continued to undress her. As much as she loved him and wanted to please him, she felt the heat of a blush touch her face. When he had finished, Adam pulled back the covers and laid his wife down. He concentrated on taking his own clothes off. He was hoping she would watch him and in time enjoy doing that task herself. But for tonight he would only take her as far as she was ready to go.

He lowered the lamp but would not turn it out. He wouldn’t refuse himself the pleasure of seeing the beauty he had married. Adam pulled her to him and kissed her once more. “Do you understand what happens when a man and woman make love?”

Veronica felt the heat rising once more but she opened her eyes and faced him. “Mother explained what happens between married people.”

“Then you know you may feel some pain in the beginning?” he asked.

Veronica dropped her head once more. “She —she didn’t say anything about that.”

Adam knew she was more comfortable not looking at him so he let her stay where she was while he explained what would happen and why she would feel pain at their first joining. “I’ll make you as ready as I can but when I enter you the first time, there will be some discomfort. It won’t last. And I promise making love just gets better with time.” He smiled down at her as she buried herself deeper into his broad chest,

Adam turned her on her back and rose above her. He watched as she surveyed his body. He almost laughed when he saw her open curiosity as she looked at his now erect manhood. He lowered his body onto hers so she could feel every part of him. Veronica’s arms encircled his back. She reached up to kiss him and in a move that surprised him, she took his hand and placed it on her waiting breast. He pulled at the tip and gently massaged the soft mound. Once again, he took the waiting nipple into his mouth and pulled until he was sure he couldn’t pull the deep pink tip out any further. Then he settled down to a rhythmic suckling that caused his lover’s body to rock against his. Her moans increased in intensity and her breathing became irregular. He immediately went to the other breast and repeated what he had done to the first.

Veronica continued to move beneath him. Adam ran his free hand down along one long leg and gently pulled it away from the other. He felt her body stiffen. He rose up once more and kissed her. This time he parted her lips with his tongue. She opened her mouth so he could penetrate her. He told her of his love for her and she responded in kind. She explored his chest and arms, marveling at her body’s response to him.

They were on their sides, touching each other with their hands and eyes. Veronica was tentative at first but with Adam’s patience she became bolder.

He took her hand in his and placed it gently on his waiting penis. She looked down as he moved her hand up and down the long shaft. Finally, he took his hand away and she continued the movement. Adam closed his eyes and threw back his head. He couldn’t stop the deep-throated groan that escaped.

Veronica took her hand away, afraid that she’d hurt him somehow. “No my love, it’s alright,” Adam reassured her. “It’s just that I want you so and if you touch me anymore I won’t be able to stop.” He saw the questions in her eyes and knew she would not fully understand until they had made love.

Adam sat up. His hands traced the outline of her body from her lips to the soft dark curls that lay between her slim hips. Once again he parted her legs, this time far enough apart so he could take his place there. He leaned forward and kissed her, his tongue probing the soft velvet of her mouth. He slowly trailed to the stiffened peaks and sucked deeply. Veronica moaned and drew her legs further apart. Staying at her breast, he let one hand explore the newly exposed flesh. She began to twist beneath him as her brought her further along. He felt the pooling fluids at her entrance and let one finger slip inside her. She ceased moving and opened her eyes.

“Don’t be afraid,” he said. Her answer of no came on a ragged sigh.

He started the slow movement of his finger in and out of the tight canal. Her eyes closed and her back arched. Her hips moved against his hand searching for more. His hungry mouth now took every part of her body while he continued to push further within her. Her body started an involuntary bucking and her cries rose into the air. Both of them were covered in a fine sheen of sweat. He momentarily withdrew his finger, and then quickly plunged two into her depths. She clung to the bed coverings. He knelt up and surveyed the beauty before him. Fingers still opening and stretching her, his other hand reached for the bud that would finally make her ready for him. Veronica tried to relax as he asked but so many new feelings drove her body on. The intensity of this new sensation caught her unaware. Her breathing became faster and she cried out.

Adam withdrew his fingers and placed the tip of his rigid organ just within her opening. His hands rested on her shoulders as he pushed into the silky case. She stopped struggling and laid still, pain replacing the pleasure on her face. He knew their was no other way so he continued to move slowly forward. His steadied himself and withdrew to her entrance again. Watching her face, he pierced her.

Veronica cried out and he immediately lowered his body over hers. His lips were at her ear. His words reassuring her of his love. Slowly at first, he moved within her but his own needs had to be met. His pace quickened until he heard his own cries. This time, for the first time, his seed spilled into the woman he had made his own.

Practiced Lovers

The baby was nine months old now, dark like both her parents and green-eyed like her mother. She was the joy of their lives and a source of endless delight to her grandfather and uncles. Adam and Veronica had been married for two years when Julianna was born. Busy years—building their own home away from the main house but not too far for Adam to join his family each morning to discuss the days work, just as they had always done.

As much as they loved and cherished their little girl, there were times when they both missed being alone. But the Ponderosa could be all consuming for Adam and Veronica found her life busy from early morning until she lay beside her husband at night.

“Why not take a weekend away son? You know between your brothers and I and Hop Sing, Julianna will be very well cared for.” Ben Cartwright sat across the dining table from his oldest boy.

“Thanks Pa —I appreciate that but Veronica would never leave the baby for an entire weekend. Besides she’s still nursing her.” Adam tried to cover his disappointment with a small smile. “Thanks anyway.”

“We have a perfectly good cow here that can provide more than enough milk for that little one. Besides, you two are exhausted and a little break would be good for both of you,” Ben insisted.

“No argument from me but you’ll have to convince my wife,” Adam answered back.

Ben did just that. Well, a compromise anyway—one day and one night away. After some nervous last minute instructions, the couple headed for the same little cabin where they had where they had shared their first night. They arrived around noon and after unpacking they decided to walk the lake shore. A soft warm breeze caught Veronica’s long hair, blowing it away from her face. Adam stopped and tangled his fingers in the soft curls. She leaned into him, her check touching the hair the poked out from his unbuttoned shirt.

She wondered if other women were as stirred as she was by the sight and feel of their men. There were times when all she had to do was look at him and she could feel a tugging at her breasts and the warm fluids begin to seep from between her legs. Standing next to him here, she felt as if no other woman in the world was as blessed as she.

When she roused from her little reverie, she noticed that he was grinning at her. “And just what’s so funny, my handsome husband?” she asked.

Adam answered by taking she hand and placing it on the front of her shirt. The material was wet and becoming wetter with enlarging circles. Carnal thoughts of her husband had encouraged her milk to flow. “I guess I’d better do something about that,” she said and quickly headed toward the cabin. He continued to grin at the retreating figure.

When Adam walked inside, he saw his wife sitting on the bed, undressed completely to her waist. Her back was to him. He came around to the other side of the bed and lay down. Now he could see as she gently pulled her nipple out than massaged her swollen breast until the warm milk sprayed into a soft cloth she held in front of her. “I hadn’t thought too much about this when I said I’d go away. I’m afraid I’ll have to do this more than once.”

He smiled up at her. “I’m afraid you’ll be pretty uncomfortable if you don’t.” His hand wandered to her other breast and he began squeezing the dark rose tip until drops of blue, white milk appeared on his fingers.

With one breast emptied, Veronica watched as Adam continued to play with the other. She stood up. He looked disappointed until she slowly started removing the rest of her clothes. He reached down and pulled off his boots but left everything else in place. Naked, she stood before him. She watched as his eyes roamed over every part of her. A guttural groan filled the room as he reached for her. She straddled his hips and lowered her splayed legs onto his pelvis. He gripped her shoulders and tried to pull her down but she resisted. She saw a flash of anger in his eyes.

Veronica only smiled and slowly lowered herself to him. Taking the still full breast in her hand, she gently began to squeeze it. The elongated nipple grazed his lips and he took it into his mouth. With great care, Adam pulled and twisted the swollen bud until he held it tightly. As he suckled at his wife’s breast, he tasted her sweet milk for the first time. He heard her sigh.

Veronica found herself crushing her wet flesh against him. She could feel his organ straining to be freed. Without pulling her breast away, she reached between them and began to unbutton Adam’s pants. His engorged shaft sprung from the opening. The moans came from deep within him. Now bare flesh touched bare flesh and Veronica moved up and down the length of him.

He pulled her breast deeper into his mouth and sucked harder. Her milk overflowed and seeped from the corner of his mouth. The pleasure and pain of Adam’s endless torture drove her to bury his length within her until his sack lay against her flesh. Her immediate need had surprised him. She rode him relentlessly bringing them both to a searing climax. Spent, they slept in each others arms.

They both awoke deep in the night. The moon cast a brilliant light through the windows. Adam rose first and went outside to relieve himself. She soon followed, seeking her own privacy. When she returned, Veronica retrieved the still warm water from the kettle and poured it into the white china basin at their bedside. Adam lay on the bed, the silvery light thrown across his body. Veronica stood above him. They both drank in the other’s imagine. Kneeling beside him, she dipped a soft cloth into the water and began to wash his stirring manhood, marveling at his length and brethe. She had wondered before if all men were the same but the instant heat in her cheeks drove the thoughts from her mind. She couldn’t wait any longer.

Ever so gently, she ran her lips along the rapidly stiffening organ. Adam’s fingers tangled in her hair and a deep moan rumbled from his throat. Veronica used her tongue to bring him still further along. His pelvis arched upward, encouraging her. One hand held him at his base while the other gently rotated the orbs that hung beneath. Her mouth closed around the distended head. He repeated her name on ragged breathes.

She pushed the swollen shaft further into her waiting mouth, using her tongue as she went. He could feel his scrotum tighten, but she continued to stroke him with increasing pressure. Just when Adam felt he could no longer hold himself back, Veronica ringed the base of his penis with one hand and squeezed, not allowing him to climax. His organ quivered and stood away from his body, engorged veins shown purple through the stretched skin. He screamed in frustration and pain but she continued to suck the hardened mass. He rolled his hips from side to side, holding onto the mattress.

Driven to madness, he tore her away from his body. In one motion, he turned her face down on the bed. Pulling her legs wide, he knelt behind her, bringing her up to her knees. Giving in to his own need, Adam took her with one thrust. He held her hips close to his body, not allowing her to move while he continued to claim her. He heard her harsh groans through the sound of his own. He lowered himself over her back and reached forward to pull at her engorged breasts. He milked them in rhythm with his thrusts. Veronica pushed herself backward, taking in all of him. She felt his shaft head pounding into the opening of her womb. She pleaded with him to take her harder.

Adam’s hands left her breasts. He spread her legs as far as they would allow and pressed her head to the bed. He wrapped his hands around each hip and withdrew his penis to the very entrance of her opening. He hesitated for a moment then with his entire strength drove forward, impaling her. Veronica screamed his name and they came together.

The Best is Yet to Be

Their first baby was eighteen. That meant he and Veronica had been married for twenty years! Adam just shook his head, not quite believing his own math. When they were moving through the years of births and sleepless nights and endless work on the ranch, it didn’t seem as if time were traveling at anything other then a normal pace. Yet, here they were—-twenty years and three children later. Benjamin had followed Julianna by a slim nine months. He couldn’t help but grin when he found out Veronica was carrying another child. Neither of them had any doubts as to when this baby was created. So at his birth, they named him in honor of Adam’s father but it had always been a joke between them that Ben had helped them to conceive his first grandson. Two years later, Joseph Eric Cartwright was born and welcomed into a world of love and security.

It seemed for awhile that the Ponderosa was awash in children. Both Hoss and Joe had married and added to the count of grandchildren for a very proud Ben. Someone was always in tears, someone always had a dirty face, and everyone was always hungry. But the joy they shared in each other and their growing families, was priceless. Now twenty years had raced by and Adam found himself almost at the same age his father had been when he had married Veronica.

Rousing himself from his thoughts, he saw that his wife was watching him from across the room. “Were they pleasant thoughts?” she asked.

They’re always pleasant when they’re of you,” he answered.

She smiled and rose from her chair. Their brood of three was otherwise occupied for the evening. She crossed the room and slipped into his lap. “I was thinking,” she started to say.

“Always a danger, I’ve found.” Adam smirked at his wife.

She playfully cuffed his shoulder then cuddled closer. “It’s been a long time since you and I had any time to ourselves. Run away with me for a few days.”

He pushed her away so he could see her face. “Madam, I’m shocked. Are you propositioning me?”

“We deserve a little time to ourselves and the children will be out of school soon. They’ll all want to be at your father’s anyway.” Veronica waited.

Adam pulled her close to his chest. “I think it’s a great idea. I don’t suppose you’d consent to that trip to New York this summer?”

“Oh Adam, no—I couldn’t leave the children for that long and there’s too much to do here,” she replied. “I was thinking about a few days at the cabin. We can go to New York when the children are grown.”

“I’ll take that as a promise.” He stood up with her in his arms and swung her around then abruptly stopped. He fixed her with a curious stare. “You wouldn’t be wanting to go to the cabin, my lady, so that we would be breeding another Cartwright child, now would you?”

“Put me down. If you don’t want to go, all you have to do is say so.” Anger lit her clear green eyes.

“Never my love. We’ll go as soon as school is out and the children are settled at Pa’s.”

Adam lay on his back in the deep blue Tahoe waters. The sun beat down and warmed him from above as the water cooled him from below. They had arrived at the cabin early that morning. Veronica had shooed him out after he’d carried in all the supplies. He made himself busy taking care of the horses and doing any small repair jobs that needed to be done. Now he indulged himself in the mindless pursuit of floating along the shoreline.

He heard her before he saw her. Veronica’s humming had broken the afternoon silence. Adam watched as she removed her clothes and stepped into the water. He saw her startle at the cold. Undaunted, she moved forward and finally dove under the glassy surface. She came up and swam toward shore. He recognized the scented soap she retrieved from the rocky beach. He had given it to her last Christmas. She faced out toward the lake’s center. Running the bar along her body, she stopped to lather the curls that run between her legs. Her hands caressed her breasts, seeming to linger there, taking their measure and weight. Once more she entered the water and the soap disappeared into the small waves she created.

Calling her name, Adam swam toward her. “And where did you pop from?” she asked.

“I’ve been busy watching a mermaid with long dark hair bath herself in the summer sunshine,” he answered. He reached out and pulled her to him. They stood up, each surveying the other. Her nipples stood out in relief from the cold. Water ran down her stomach and into the V between her legs.

His chest hair had become tight curls. She ran her fingers through the dampened mat. Veronica marveled at the still hardened muscles that ran down to a flat, taunt stomach. Her hand slipped between his parted legs and cupped his testicles. They were tight to his body and would only drop down once he was warm again.

“There was a time when I’d have taken you right here on this beach but we’d be so much more comfortable in our bed.” She smiled up at him. “Are you disappointed?” he asked.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t lay me down among the rocks and pebbles,” she laughed. Taking his hand, she led him from the water.

The afternoon was fading into evening by the time the two had taken care of the animals and fed themselves. There was a chill in the air so at Veronica’s request, Adam built a small fire. Clothed only in a shirt of her husband’s, she stretched out on the soft blanket he had spread before the hearth. He handed her a glass of brandy and joined her there. They spoke of the children and the fleeting years. They cherished the memories of there time spent here in this small oasis in their busy lives.

“How cleaver you were to insist we spend our first night here,” Adam told her.

“I didn’t know then what this place would become for us but I wanted to remember that first night always.” She ran the back of her hand along his cheek. “Only a woman would think that way, I suppose.”

He captured her fingers and kissed them. “Oh no, that first time is burned into my memory. How could it be any other way?”

She rose up to kiss him. The taste of brandy lingered on his lips. She pushed them apart and let her tongue enter his mouth. He responded in kind. When they parted, his hooded eyes stared into hers. “Let me be the one to please you tonight.” It sounded more like a command than a request. She nodded.

Adam rose and brought her up with him. He removed the one piece of clothing that was keeping him from her. Without any further words, he caught her up in his arms and took her to their bed. He laid her down in the middle then slowly stripped away his clothes while she watched him. Standing beside her, he took both of her hands in his. He reached back and wrapped them around the headboard. “I want to see all of you, have every part of you.” He spread her legs and knelt between them. His hands reached for her breasts. Veronica watched as he pulled and teased her nipples until they stood up in stiff peaks then he abandoned them. She twisted in frustration.

“Tell me what you want me to do.” he asked. She let the headboard go and reached to show him. He gently shook his head and brought her arms above her head once more.

“No, my love—-tell me, tell me what you want.”

“Kiss me. Open my mouth and kiss me.” He encouraged her to go on. “Run your lips and tongue down to my breasts. Squeeze them and pull at my nipples. Suck them and tease them until I beg you to stop.”

Adam watched as her own words caused her body to involuntarily start to move. Her buttocks tightened and relaxed as she thrust her pelvis upward. He placed his hand between her legs and kneaded the mound of flesh. “What else Veronica—what else would you have me do?” Pulling the folds of skin away from her entrance, he saw that she was beginning to drip with her own moisture. He gently inserted two fingers into her waiting sheath. “Tell me.”

She cried out and raised her hips into the air. Her hands clung to the wooden headboard. “Oh God, take me Adam. Please take me.” Her breathing was coming in short gasps.

He pushed further in. “Tell me.” He moved his fingers in and out along the velvet passageway.

Tears came to her eyes as she struggled. “Open me wide and tease me until I can’t stand it anymore.”

Adam did as she asked. He kissed her mouth until both of their lips were bruised with their passion. He trailed down her neck to her chest. The tips of her breasts were a dark rose color now. Time and three babies had taken away the soft pink of her youth. He sucked them as if he were touching them for the very first time—softly and gently. Only when she asked him, did he start to nip and pull at them. Her body began to thrash beneath him. He continued to torture her with his mouth.

Finally, Veronica could stand no more. “Stop Adam—please, no more.” She caught her breath and looked up at him. “I want you.”

He leaned forward and gently kissed her. “I love you. I always have.” With that, Adam raised himself up. He bent her legs at the knee, gently pushing them down and back. Now he had access to every part of her. Without waiting any longer, he dropped down between her parted legs. He pulled her lips wide and took a moment to look at her then plunged his tongue inside her. Again her hips rose from the bed. He pulled her back down and anchored her with his hands. He pushed his tongue in as deeply as he could than ran it up to capture the place that would take her over the edge. His fingers pulled back the hood to reveal the swollen bud. He moved his mouth over it until his lips began to suck it. With no release, he pulled backward. Veronica’s moans became louder. Finally he released it and saw that it was fully engorged.

Adam began to feel the discomfort in his own organ. The sight and sounds and taste of her had brought him to a full erection and it was beginning to be painful. But he held himself back. He was determined to make this night one that they could hold on to when these nights were no longer possible. He heard his wife whisper, “Now.” His tongue circled the swollen flesh. He pulled the hood further back so he could have all of her then began to flick it with his tongue.

Veronica screamed his name and begged for more. He licked the little mound harder and faster. Her body stiffened and she knew with the next few strokes he would take her beyond reason. She felt him drive his fingers into her as he continued to bring her closer. She begged him. “Take me. Please, take me now.” He hesitated for a moment then continued to bring her until he felt her body lurch upward and hoarse screams were ripped from her throat. He continued to drain her.

Adam left her and rising up, he positioned himself. He pushed forward slowly, savoring each inch as he buried the swollen shaft to its base. When he was fully seated, he gave them both a moment. But he wouldn’t deny them any longer. He pounded into her until they both screamed through the shattering climax.

***

The morning of their last day dawned bright. They both shared the same melancholy mood as they packed to go home. Adam closed and locked the front door. Taking a moment, he turned back. He smiled at the little cabin then reached for his beloved’s hand.

 

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