This is a continuation of the story The Hunter. It takes place in north central Florida, near the Orange Springs Trading Post in the mid 1830s near the end of the Second Seminole Indian War.
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Patrick Murphy rolled over and looked at his beautiful young wife in the pale light of the moon. She slept beside him, her golden hair spread across her pillow. God! She was beautiful. She looked so soft and sweet. He knew that under that serene beauty lay a really strong willed person. Oh! They had never had a cross word between them in the year of their marriage.
She was in no way a nag or any thing other than a loving wife. However she had no problem telling him how she felt about any subject. She never did this in front of any other person if it was about anything of importance. She waited until they were alone together. Then she would hold both his hands and look directly in his eyes and tell him exactly what she thought.
He always listened very carefully to what she had to say. Her grasp of the problems around the plantation was amazing. Her reasoning about most things was clear and often included things he had failed to consider.
After hearing her out it was his habit to ask questions of her and talk over the differences, if any, between his idea and the way she thought the problem should be solved. The discussion was always calm and not at all antagonistic. They always reached an agreement on the best way to proceed.
When the problem was resolved she always let go of his hands and moved her hands around his neck to pull his head down for a kiss. This kiss was always warm and loving and often led to a quiet romp in their big bed.
He saw her eyes flutter and then open. A smile grew on her face as she saw him watching her. "Good morning, my darling Patrick." She reached for him and they moved together, their hands feeling each other's bodies. Her little hand went unerringly for his erection. She knew it would be there. It always was.
He pulled down the bodice of her nightgown, baring a lovely breast topped with a long dark pink nipple. The tip of his tongue flipped it back and forth. His lips closed around it and suckled at it. Her eyes drifted closed as she basked in the feeling of love and adoration she felt from this man. She felt him lift the skirt of her gown upward to bare her lower body to his attentions. His hand caressed her flat little belly then moved down to rub through the fine yellow hair on her mound.
She murmured, "Please, Dear, Please kiss me there for a while, then I want you inside me."
"Yes, Sweet girl, that is exactly how I love to start my day."
" And finish it too!"
He had always been told that ladies didn't talk about sexual matters. "Cinda had evidently never heard that rumor. She didn't hesitate to sweetly tell him exactly how she wanted him to make love to her. She would move his lips or hands where she wanted them to touch her. She asked if she was doing things the way he liked it best.
She jerked involuntarily as she felt his fingers part her nether lips and wiggle their way inside her. He was moving down between her wide spread legs. The fingers continued to move inside her as she felt his lips enclose the hood covering her clitoris. His tongue pushed the hood back and his lips grasped the little nub. He rubbed the underside of his tongue across it. She shivered at the sensations that caused. Then he was still. She wanted that feeling again and she held his head in place with her hands and wiggled her pelvis against his tongue. The unbridled passion of their first lovemaking was gone but the enthusiasm was still there as was the all-encompassing joy they each received from their coupling.
They were still learning new ways to please each other. Pat was always surprised at the willingness, actual eagerness, of this prim and quite proper young lady to try new things in the bedroom. She was receptive to any new idea he might have. She even had a few ideas of her own they had tried and enjoyed. Having kept his distance from girls and women for most of his life he had no idea of how frank and descriptive the conversations were between females. 'Cinda was an excellent listener. She listened to the slave women talk about sex and if she heard something interesting she would try it.
She absolutely loved Pat's cock. She worshiped and adored it. She loved to kiss it and take it in her mouth. She had heard about how the black women would swallow their lover's cocks taking all of it down their throats. She had tried it with Pat and he had loved it.
She loved it when he used his mouth to pleasure her. His lips and tongue were simply wondrous. She had never even imagined that the love acts could be so pleasurable.
She was addicted to their lovemaking; they did it every day at least once and often several times. It had slacked off from the four or five times a day they had wanted when they were first married.
She wanted to let him keep loving her pussy with his mouth but she knew there were things they had planned for the day. She reached down and pulled him up over her. She guided him into her. She had had several orgasms already and experienced another one as he began to move inside of her. She knew that if she worked her inner muscles she could give him such intense pleasure he would climax sooner.
She rotated her hips to give him different angles for his shaft to slip in and out. Soon he was panting and sweating and moaning. He said he was getting close to cumming, and then she felt the wonderful sensation of his sperm spurting inside her. She loved the feeling when her vagina became very slippery with his semen for the last few strokes before his cock became soft. She held him tightly to her. She was filled with love for him.
