Morgan froze realizing he hadn’t actually spoken the words. “With all my heart, Callie Mae. I think I’ve loved you since the first moment I set eyes on you.”
“I love you too, I always have,” she whispered.
Sitting beside her, he had her roll over so he could undo her braid, spreading her hair out on the bed.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, bringing a smile to her lips. “Lie on your back, baby.”
“Do I have to?” she asked, hissing as she complied.
“Yes, I want to remind you who you belong to,” he said as he stretched out beside her.
Ever so gently he lowered his mouth to hers and teased her lips apart, slipping his tongue into her mouth where it danced with hers. One big hand cupped the back of her head, holding her in place as the other held her breast, his thumb softly scraping across her nipple.
Callie Mae was panting, her heart racing. The arm trapped under him as he laid beside her, wrapped around his side, her nails scoring his flesh. This was potent, confusing, and she didn’t realize her hips were rising until he threw his heavy leg across hers, holding her down.
“Shh, there’s no rush,” he whispered against her swollen lips. “Just relax and let me lead you, baby. I know where we’re going.”
Realizing the truth of his words, she forced her body to let go and melted into his embrace.
“Good girl,” he said softly, smiling at her. He felt her nails leave his skin at the same time it dawned on him the he was much too heavy to be laying on her arm. “Take your hands and grasp the bedstead,” he instructed, lifting to free her arm. When she complied, he slowly undid the hooks holding the front of her corset closed and pulled it out from under her. The chemise he ripped from neck to hem easily, ignoring her gasp. “I’ll buy you another,” he sighed as he soothed the creases the boning left on her ribs.
With her arms up, her breasts were being offered so sweetly he couldn’t resist. Cupping the left one, he worried the nipple with his thumb and index finger as his mouth lowered to the right, laving the ruby bud with his tongue before sucking it deep into his mouth.
Soft sighs and whimpers combined with the moans he was making as he tormented the sweet morsel. Her shivers pleased him and leaning further over her, he slipped a hand around her side and pulled her closer, transferring his attention to the other breast. Callie Mae cried out with each sharp tug of suction, but she never moved to stop him
Releasing his grip, he planted his elbow on the bed, his head resting on his hand as he stroked her. It amazed him that his bold, opinionated woman was so delicate. He could see the blue veins in her full breasts and the pulse beating at her neck. With each stroke of his hand, her tummy quivered in reaction.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered quietly after removing his leg from hers. Her wide, luminous gray eyes stared into his, but she didn’t move.
“Come on, Miss Sassy-Pants; do as I say. I thought you weren’t afraid of me,” he challenged with a grin.
“I’m not,” she insisted. “I’m afraid of the big, hard thing poking my hip.”
Morgan laughed. “You don’t know it yet, but he’s about to become your best friend and favorite playmate.”
Callie Mae snorted, letting her legs fall slightly apart.
“I guess some people don’t believe anything you tell them,” he said sadly, his hand moving lower. “The Show Me state is across the border.”
“Huh?”
“Never mind, baby, you’ll just have to trust me on this one. Oh, honey, that’s so nice,” he cooed sliding his finger between her lips. “I love how wet you are for me.”
“What?”
“This,” he said as he slipped lower. “It’s your body getting ready for me. You’re excited. Do you feel this little bump right here?” he asked as he gently circled it.
Callie Mae nodded, worried her heart was about to jump right out of her chest.
“Well, this tiny little nubbin belongs to me now. I get to play with it whenever I want. There’s another spot inside you that’s similar and that’s mine too. Understand?” he asked firmly.
“Yes,” she groaned out, arching her back. Her head was swirling. How could he make her feel this way with one finger, touching one tiny spot? It was all so confusing and why was he saying it belonged to him? Surely her body was her own.
Morgan smiled. What a wonderful time in history to live. Callie Mae knew nothing about masturbating or dildos. He would never have to compete with the latest vibrator, no groups of twittering females drinking wine and discussing who did what, with what, and to whom. No, he’d been given a golden opportunity here. A beautiful, virginal woman he could satisfy the way God intended, with his body and his love. He would give her as much pleasure as she could handle and in ways only a modern man could conceive of.
“Morgan,” Callie Mae cried.
“Hmm,” he replied, watching her closely.
