A Settler's Wife's Dreams (Erotic Romance, Romantic Erotica, Erotic Historical Romance) (2 page)

“Not today, Frank.” Lisa said backing away from him, “I have to go to-”

“The sun is already setting on today,” Frank interrupted her as he prowled closer to her. “There’s no way you could make it to town.”

“But-” Her protest was cut off by his firm lips coming down hard on hers.

The moment he kissed her all her she forgot everything she was supposed to say. She loved how Frank tasted. He tasted like summer and winter, melded into sweet delight. Her tongue tangled with his in mating as he sipped from the unending well of his lust. The howling wind outside disappeared and so did the thought of how little their cabin was. All that remained was Frank and his possessive kiss.

He backed her towards the table with slow steps. Lisa didn’t even feel the back of their wooden table biting into the back of her legs. All she felt was Frank’s muscular planes pressing against the front of her body as his firm hands roamed the back of her body. Her fingers rifled through his hair as she pressed her aching breasts against his chest rubbing the heavy mounds against his heavy muscles. Her nipples tightened in response to her teasing movement.

The jutting length of him pressed against her belly. Unable to resist it, Lisa rubbed herself sensually against it. She swallowed Frank’s growl at her teasing actions. In response he cupped her bottom in his palms, measuring, molding and caressing her round firm smoothness until he had Lisa whimpering his name against his lips. “Frank. Frank. Frank.”

Her whimpering words were all he needed. He lifted her up by her bottom urging her to wrap the length of her legs around his waist. As he walked her towards the bed, she pressed her womanly core against his jutting thickness. Groaning, Frank let her legs drop. With a couple of good yanks, he tagged down her pants then peeled off her canvas shirt. Finally she was naked.

Separating their lips, he took a moment to just drink in her beauty. Whenever he stared at her like this, like she was the most beautiful woman in the world, it sent fluttering in her belly. He didn’t seem to mind that her breasts didn’t sit high up on her chest like younger women. If anything the bulge in his pants seemed to grow more the longer he stared at her luscious flesh.

“Woman you are so beautiful sometimes I wonder how you aren't divine,” Frank said. “Maybe you are. Maybe you are a little piece of God that fell from heaven and landed on this earth. I have no idea how lucky I am to have you.”

Lisa licked her parched lips waiting for him to do something but Frank only stared at her, heating up her body even further. Finally she suggested, “Then make love to me.”

“Don’t speak as such woman,” Frank said in mock reprove. “What if the good Lord were to hear you and smite us for acting out our carnal urges?”

To further encourage him to do something, Lisa cupped her breasts and licked her lips, “I don’t know. Maybe we should be loud and find out what happens.”

It was all the encouragement Frank needed. He stripped off his clothes like they were on fire. Though she was fluttered by Frank’s excitement, Lisa would have liked for him to slow down so that she could appreciate his muscular form. She wanted to savor the moment, drink it in and wring it of all the pleasure she could get. Frank was barely out of his pants before he was on her.

She lifted up to her tiptoes and raised her face to meet him in a kiss but instead Frank pressed on her shoulder. She knew what he wanted. Acquiescing to his demand, Lisa slowly lowered to knees till she knelt facing his swollen manhood. This wasn’t her favorite part of their lovemaking but she loved Frank and she was willing to do anything for him. His taut belly tightened, the veins that wrapped around the length of his shaft like a curving country road throbbed and a clear drop of fluid collected on the tip of him in anticipation.

He jerked at the first touch of her hand against his strength. He was so long and thick, sometimes she wondered how he even fit inside her. She ran her hand up and down, measuring him and spreading his own fluid over and around his length. Frank shuffled forward slightly as he moaned, “Woman, don’t tease me.”

The first taste of him was salty and it drew an almost animal like growl from his throat, “Lisa.”

Tentatively she tickled the purple head with her tongue before engulfing him in her mouth. Frank wove his fingers through the dark strands of her hair urging her to take more of him into her mouth but he was too large to fit in completely. Using her hand to cover what her mouth could not, she worked him. Frank was in heaven.

“Oh my God. Oh my God.” He groaned as he pushed in and out of her lush lips, mimicking the sexual act. Knowing that if he allowed her to go any further, he would burst in her mouth, he pushed her forehead away from him causing her to release him with a small pop.

“I want to be inside you.” He explained as he helped her rise to her feet. He slanted his lips against hers, sucking at her lower lip before dipping his tongue into her mouth to sip some of her. With both palms of her waist he lifted her off her feet then dropped her. She landed on the bed with a slight bounce.

Lisa barely had any time to re-orient herself to her new location before Frank came over her and once more kissed her. While his lips made love to hers, his work-worn hands skimmed her body. He ran his palm along her jaw, down her neck and over the hollow of her throat.

She whimpered when he skimmed one thick finger up her upper chest before he forcefully cupped her breast. She arched off the bed when he tweaked her nipple but before she could enjoy the sweet electric sensations that came with that sweet touch, he had moved on to her taut belly. He barely grazed the smooth skin there before moving on to the dark patch of hair below.

She wasn’t quite ready for his touch yet. Nonetheless, she widened her legs for him to stroke her with his fingers. Instead, Frank fit the blunt head of his shaft and started to push.

“Frank, wait.” She protested but Frank was already too far gone. Pressing his face against her shoulder, he pushed in deeper. Her walls weren’t moist enough to keep her from feeling the twinge of pain as he entered her roughly. She pressed her hand on his hip to keep him from moving in any deeper but unknowing of her distress, Frank started to move.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” Frank groaned as he stroked in and out of her. Their small bed creaked with the effort of his movements, the whining sounds filling their little cabin in tune to his groaning rhythm.

Lisa winced at the roughness of his possession. She wanted to tell him to stop but he was her husband and he did so much for her already. She could bear a little pain. Maybe after he was done, she could convince him to use his hands on her. Usually that helped to soothe the ache that came from him turning her on so much. With a loud groan, Frank released his seed inside her then with a flop onto his back promptly fell asleep.

For a moment Lisa just stared at the snoring Frank unsure what to do. The first time they had made love she had thought it was normal for a woman to be so unsatisfied. But the women in town had told her that a woman was also supposed to come to completion. She wanted that completion so much. Each time their bodies joined, she wanted to reach that peak that Frank seemed to reach whenever he released his seed inside her.

Frank must not know about it. He loved her so if he knew there was more sure he would have already shown it to her. She wanted to talk to him about it but she was afraid of injuring his manhood. What if he didn’t take it well? Her only solution was to simply keep quiet and accept it.

Her body still throbbing in need, Lisa got off the bed and dressed up. Quietly, she opened the door and left their cabin. Maybe a walk in the night air would cool her off.

The night was cool, but not cold. Lisa had no idea what she was going to do outside, but she was fully dressed and ready to go somewhere. The sun was just winking on the horizon, sending up its last rays into the sky. There was nowhere she could go and she knew it. It wasn't safe for a woman to travel alone at night so the horse shoe would have to wait until tomorrow and there wasn't much for her to occupy with around the house after dark fell.

Lisa like to think that she was safe enough by herself around the house but over the last few months she and Frank had seen a man watching them from far off. Sometimes he stood on the crest of a hill, other times he was more hidden. Lisa would’ve never seen the man save for Frank pointing him out to her.

When Frank had lifted his arm and pointed at him about five hundred feet away, the man had stood frozen for a second before he quickly disappeared. Frank had said the man must have quickly laid down on the ground. Lisa had no idea who this man was or what he wanted but she couldn't afford to take chances and find out that he had ill intent.

Lisa went back inside, locked the door behind her, and spent twenty minutes moving her husband to the other side of the bed so that she had a place to sleep. When she lay down next to him she couldn't help but think about the man they had seen from far off.

It occurred to Lisa that they didn't know for sure that it was a man. It could very well be a woman. They never saw the figure from a close enough of a distance to really make out any of his or her features. But Lisa knew down deep that it had to be a male. Stalking the homestead seemed predatory in nature or at the least far too curious for a woman. What kind of reason could someone have for keeping such a close eye on the cabin?

Frank never brought up that he thought the man was after Lisa, but she knew that's what he thought. And if it was a man, then she agreed with him. There just wasn't anything at the homestead worth stalking. Sure they had a plow and a few horses, but besides that what did they have? Two rifles? But those were tucked away, hidden, and seldom if ever taken out.

For some reason Frank didn't like guns. He’d never told Lisa why but she was fine with that because she didn't like them either. Maybe she should learn to shoot, though. If she wanted to keep roaming the country side, or traveling to town alone, she knew that at some point she should start to carry a rifle and be able to use it properly. With thoughts of the man watching them Lisa drifted off to sleep.

Lisa dreamt she was an eagle, flying high above the homestead. She looked down at their land could even see Frank down there plowing. Lisa shifted her wings and her form pitched down. She dove for what seemed like forever but only a for a few seconds before swooping up and over the cabin.

Soaring into the cool clouds she rolled and banked, making maneuvers that would have been impossible for as big a bird as he was but she had no problem pulling it off in her dream. The sun on her back seemed warmer than it ever had when she'd walked the earth on all fours. Lisa wondered how close she could get to it without burning but thought that she'd better not try it. What would it serve to get so far up here only to burn her wings and plummet back to earth?

Lisa turned her attention back to the ground. There was her husband plowing. But what was that on the ridge a few miles away? Lisa flew closer, circling down toward what now appeared to be a figure. It was the man that had been watching them! Or was it a man? Lisa grew excited as she realized she wouldn't have to wonder for much longer. In a few moments she would be close enough to see exactly who had been stalking the homestead for months now. Without realizing it Lisa let out the loud, distinct cry a bird of prey makes.

The figure looked up. Lisa's eagle eyes let her see the face. It was a young man's face. He had long, thick black hair that was coarse with feathers and beads tied in it. He was dressed in deer hide, and his face was smeared in soot as if he was trying to camouflage himself. Lisa let out another long cry before diving at the young man, talons out. The young man quickly drew an arrow from a quiver on his back and drew it on Lisa as she dove. With the cool finesse of a seasoned hunter the young man let the arrow slip from his grasp. Just before the arrow met her body, Lisa woke up.

Lisa woke to an empty bed. The sun shone throw some of the small holes in the roof at an angle that told her it was mid morning. Frank must have woken up early after getting a good night sleep and thought better than to wake her lest he hear about what had happened last night. She was sure that he would be extra nice to her today. It made her think that to a certain extent he knew that she was not satisfied with their love life. Maybe she needed to put her foot down and insist that he do something about it.

The more she thought back the more she wondered if she'd ever put her foot down about anything before to Frank, or to anyone at all for that matter. She had certainly taken the initiative in the past and done what she knew would be better for the both of them and the homestead, but she couldn’t' think of a single solitary issue that she had put her foot down about and refused to budge.

Lisa tried to think back to when Frank had proposed to her. Why had she said yes? Had it been because she really loved him? Or had it been because it seemed like the right thing to do? Lisa shook her head on her pillow, trying to purge the negative thoughts from her mind but it was hard to stay positive when she got so down. She always got this down whenever Frank didn't fulfill his duties as a husband.

Today was the day she would put her foot down about it, she decided. From now on things would be different. She was going to have a say in their sex life. She would even initiate it when she felt like, even though it was very unladylike to do. Frank, for all his forward thinking when it came to a woman's role around the home would probably balk at her new resolution. After all he was still a man with pride.

Light flooded into the house from the door as Frank walked in.

“Morning darlin,” Frank said as walked over and sat by the bed. “How are you feeling today?”

Lisa hesitated for a few seconds before she finally took a deep breath and said, “Frustrated?”

“Why?”

“Frank.” Lisa said, finally taking the plunge. “You didn’t satisfy me last night.”

Frank was silent looking her over before he shifted closer to her rubbing her back.

“Now baby, please understand,” he said, “I was just tired from plowing all day. I didn't mean anything by it. You have to know that I love you more than anything and that I'd do anything for you. It wasn't that I want you to be frustrated or that I don't want to fulfill my duties as a husband, it's just that that's how things go sometimes. You know it's not like that every time.”

“Why don’t you ever bring me the same pleasure as I do to you?” Lisa asked.

“Ever?” Frank said soothing his hand over her spine. “I’m sure that sometime I do.”

“No. Never.” Lisa shook her head.

“Surely sometimes,” Frank insisted. “Never is an exaggeration.”

“No,” Lisa said rolling over to face him. “It isn't an exaggeration. It's the truth. Last night you could have gotten me off with your fingers you just chose not to because you are really selfish about sex and it hurts my feelings that you don't care about me. It makes me feel like you don't love me enough to try.”

Frank shifted on the bed and looked away from Lisa. Lisa knew that he was trying to think up something to say that would make everything better. She wasn't going to let him this time though. Not this time. It just wasn't going to be that easy. She was sick of being treated like her sexual needs were secondary to his sexual needs. It should be the other way around since it was often times more difficult to get her off than it was to get him off.

“Well honey,” Frank said. “I know you are really smart and all, and you know that I really think that. But you don't seem to understand how God intended man and woman to be. You see, a woman's role in the bedroom is to make the man feel good, make him come. A man can make the woman come if he wants to, but if he doesn't want to, that's all right as well. Men work hard Lisa. We don't always have the energy to finish the woman.”

“That’s nonsense,” Lisa said, jumping out of bed and getting dressed. “I have no idea what I sit and listen to you sometimes. What you just said about God making women to get men off is completely foolish. You don't even believe it and we both know that. You just said it because it sound like something smart and biblical to say about sex.”

Lisa started getting dressed like she was going for a long ride. She got her hat down from its peg on the wall, then got her chaps out of a drawers. Finally she lifted her small rifle from its hiding spot underneath her unmentionables and struck a pose for Frank.

“I'm going to town to get what I need to fix the horse shoe,” Lisa said. “Do you need anything?”

“Lisa don't be a damn fool,” Frank said. “You can' ride into town by yourself! What will people think? Also, what if someone decides to take advantage of you? What will you do all by yourself? I'll worry myself here to death just thinking about what could be going on.”

“What do you mean what will I do if anyone waylays me?” Lisa said indignantly. “Can't you see my rifle plain as day?”
“But you aren't a good shot yet,” Frank said. “You know that.”
“I know no such thing,” Lisa said. “And maybe the next time, when it's you have to fulfill your duties as a husband you'll take them a little bit more seriously than just flopping on the bed and going to sleep.”

“God damn it woman,” Frank said stomping his foot on the floor. “If you aren't always so full of piss and vinegar! Fine, then you go! You just go ahead and parade around like nothing bad can happen to you; like you don't need anyone but yourself.”

“Isn't that what you do?” Lisa screamed at Frank.

“No,” Frank said. He sat down heavily in a chair. “No, because I know I need you. And I act like it.”

“If you really acted like you needed me than you would be happy to fulfill your duties as a husband because I have needs,” Lisa said. “I have sexual needs just like yours.”

Frank just looked at his hands in his lap. Lisa knew that he didn't know what to say. She knew that he felt bad and wanted to make things right, but she also knew that the next time the same situation occurred the same thing would happen again. Frank would get off and leave her hanging.

“I'm going into town,” Lisa said. “When I get there I'll tell people that you came with me but aren't with me right then. That way no one will try to cheat me and people won't talk that you let your wife run around and do as she pleases like she's a man or something.”

Lisa stepped forward to leave but Frank raised his arm to stop her.

“The man who’s been watching,” Frank said. “What if he's watching now?”
Lisa stood silent for a moment. She'd forgotten about the figure. Her dream rushed back to her. She tried not to let it show, the shock of remembering such a vivid dream, but a sharp intake of breath gave her away.

“What is it?” Frank asked. His eyes peered into hers as if to claw the knowledge from her mind.

“It's…” Lisa stuttered over the word, “…it's nothing.”

Frank stood up and put his hand on her shoulders.

“No, it's not nothing!” Frank said, “I need you to tell me whatever it is you’re hiding right now.”
Lisa stared up at him indignantly.

“Fine,” she said. “You do your duties right now, and I'll tell you.”

“Right . . . right now?” Frank looked shocked. “But, it's mid morning, and I--”

“Right now or I'll go to town with no gun,” Lisa interrupted him. “I swear it.”

For a moment Frank was dumbfounded. He had never expected his wife to confront him about her dissatisfaction like this let alone make such demands but he could see the hard light in her eyes and he knew that she was serious. If he did not satisfy right now – right this minute- she had every intention of going to town naked as the day she was born and parading around.

It wasn’t just the disgrace of his naked wife on the streets that frightened him. He was also afraid of the thought of other men knowing that he couldn’t please his woman. Lisa was a beautiful woman with a body that could make a man weep. If other men found out that she was dissatisfied they would banging down his door eager to take his place.

Tentatively he came towards her. He had heard that women liked it slow and tender so that is what he set out to do. He tagged her slowly towards him, bending his head to take her lips.

The kiss was as sweet as it was lusty. He soothed his tongue over her lips, running its tip along the seam of her mouth. She moaned in pleasure. The slight opening in her mouth gave him the access he needed to dip inside. Taking advantage of it, he let his tongue sink into her mouth.

While his mouth seduced hers, his fingers went to work tagging at the drawstrings that held her pants up. With a slight hiss, the canvas fabric fell to the floor leaving her only in her shirt. She moaned when he separated their lips.

“Easy.” He soothed as he drew her shirt over her head to finally leave her naked.

“So beautiful.” He murmured as he kissed her shoulder, then slightly nipped at her skin causing her to whimper. He asked, “Is this what you want?”

“Yessss.” She hissed, her finger clutching onto his shirt. Bending slightly, he kissed his way down her chest. The position was uncomfortable since compared to him she was much shorter but her whimper of approval when he finally set his lips on her breast was well worth the small twinges in his back.

She tasted as sweet as she looked. Her skin still had the lingering taste of the tangerine scented soap they used. Usually he was too eager to enjoy the pleasure between her legs but today he was determined to give every inch of her body the same attention. Her nipples beaded against his tongue as flicked and soothed it.

“That feels so good.” She arched her back begging him to take more, her fingers rifling through his blond hair.

Slowly he realized that he really liked her response to his attentions. It wasn’t the same pleasure as her warm heat. It was a different kind of pleasure – but a pleasure nonetheless and enough to make him harder than a board. Instead of throwing her on the table and immediately easing his way into her, he turned his attention to the other breast.

Keeping his mouth still on her breast, he gently he picked her up by the hips and set her on the table in the middle of the cabin. His hands soothed over her thighs, enjoying the silkiness of her skin as he suckled at her breast.

“Please!” She murmured huskily. Instead of easing his fingers between her thighs as she expected, he released her breast then pushed her till she lay on the hard wood. Tenderly he set her feet on the table, her soles on the wood and her knees spread in supplication. He could tell she was feeling slightly self conscious by how she moved her palms to cover the thatch of hair that covered her sweet paradise.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said as he pushed those hands away.

God! She was beautiful. He just wanted to plunge himself into that valley between and never leave. But today was about making his woman happy. He heard Lisa’s shocked gasp when he fitted his finger between her nether lips but was too intent on his task. She whimpered when he soothed that beaded nub and wailed when he played it with rapid flicks. Her sweet essence coated his finger when he spread it through her slight and her tight conclave convulsed over the tip when he eased it in. By the time he started to move that finger in her womanly warmth she was thrashing on the table like a woman possessed, pulling on his hair and begging him to take her, “Frank, please! Please!”

His lips widening in a prideful smile, Frank pushed in another finger. Within moments her thighs were trembling and she was yelping as for the first time in their married life, Lisa came.

For a more saintly man the pleasure of seeing his woman so sated would have been enough. But Frank was no saint and the sight of her lying on the table so sated, her eyes closed and her legs spread was too much. He tagged her closer to the edge of the table with one hand as the other hand pushed his pants down.

She opened her eyes licking her lush lips as he carefully guided himself into her. She was well lubricated and his passage in was easy. She tagged him down to lie over her, wrapping her arms around her neck as he pushed into her deeper. The feeling of being inside Lisa was indescribable. She was as tight as a warm gloved hand squeezing at him.

He was sure that his coarse shirt was scratching against her voluptuous breasts but she didn’t seem to mind. In fact she arched her back over the table, locking her legs around his flanks tight as she took in more and more of him till he was tucked so deep inside her that he could feel the roof of her womb.

When he began to move, she moaned with pleasure and her eyes rolled back in her. Though he wanted to temper his pace and slow his pace into long strokes, he was too eager. She felt too good. He started to ride her hard, pistonning into her in short fast strokes until she was once more wailing his name.

“Oh Frank yes. Keep going! Keep going!” Lisa whimpered, “Don't stop. Whatever you do, don't stop.”

Frank had no intention of stopping. If he stopped now he had no doubt that Lisa would up and shoot him with her rifle she would be so mad at him for not fulfilling his ‘duties’. He bored down into her then, thrusting in with in and out so fast, it seemed like one single stroke designed to send her into nirvana.

Her fingers dug into his back, her thighs locked around his flanks as he walls clamped hard over his shaft, milking him for everything he had as she convulsed in his arms, coming for the second time today. It was almost as if her body was punishing him for the fortnights of unexpended energy. Unable to hold back anymore, Frank let go and let his seed flow.

Lisa couldn't believe how powerful this orgasm was. It seemed more like some kind of religious experience than anything else. It was like a tingle that started deep, deep in her loins then slowly spread out to the rest of her body to burst into flame.

“Did I do my duties all right?” Frank asked as he smiled down on her.

Lisa reached up and ran her hand down his face, smiled sweetly at him. She had wanted the sexual act to be something much gentler, but she didn't want to be honest with him. Criticizing what little sex she gave him didn't seem like a good idea to her, in fact it just seemed like a way to get even less sex than she already got. Lisa hoped that in the future Frank would care about her to make love to her when she wanted it, not just when she outright demanded it.