{"id":4877,"date":"2014-04-29T13:37:04","date_gmt":"2014-04-29T17:37:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=4877"},"modified":"2025-02-18T19:12:56","modified_gmt":"2025-02-19T00:12:56","slug":"the-first-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=4877","title":{"rendered":"The First Time . . . Again (by pjb)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Summary:\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>With age comes wisdom . . . sometimes.\u00a0 A\u00a0gentle, erotic WHN for “Marie, My Love.”<\/p>\n

Rated:<\/span>\u00a0MA \u00a0WC \u00a03300<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0The First Time . . . Again<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u201cI\u2019ll be right back,\u00a0cheri<\/em>.\u201d\u00a0<\/strong> At that lovely promise, delivered with her light French lilt, Ben\u2019s stomach flipped over.\u00a0 In just a few more moments, his beautiful wife would be in his arms\u2014and in his bed.<\/p>\n

It felt like forever since he\u2019d been with a woman.\u00a0 Call it a strange morality, but he would never compromise a woman he cared for by asking for intimacy outside of marriage.\u00a0 This, coupled with his firm resolve that his sons would have no reason to believe that he frequented the brothels of D Street, left very few options.\u00a0 Fortunately, ranch business required travel to places like San Francisco and Sacramento, where a man might enjoy a woman\u2019s company discreetly, but those trips didn\u2019t occur nearly often enough for his tastes.<\/p>\n

On the other side of the dressing room door, she was undressing.\u00a0 He closed his eyes, savoring the idea that, if he listened hard enough, he might hear the pieces of her ensemble sliding from her body.\u00a0 First, the hat; he could almost believe he heard the pin being set on the dressing table.\u00a0 Then, the buttons on her surprisingly modest forest-green suit.\u00a0 He didn\u2019t know what the fabric was, but it was simultaneously rich in color and texture and demure in silhouette. \u00a0A high neck, and buttons from her chin to below her waist.\u00a0 Not as form-fitting as he\u2019d expected . . . hoped, he admitted to himself now.\u00a0 The skirt swept up into a bustle, draping her body and leaving him to imagine what lay beneath the layers of fabric.<\/p>\n

He pictured the bodice being tossed over a chair, leaving her undergarments exposed.\u00a0 He wondered what she\u2019d worn.\u00a0 A corset, of course; no proper woman would go out in public without one.\u00a0 But what else?\u00a0 He imagined that he could hear the swish of the skirt dropping to the floor, and he felt himself harden at the thought of how she looked at that moment, bending to pick up her skirt and stretching to hang it up.<\/p>\n

He caught himself then.\u00a0 It wouldn\u2019t be seemly for her to return attired for bed, only to find him still fully dressed.\u00a0 He crossed the room swiftly to where the bellman had left his valise.\u00a0 He dug among all his utilitarian clothing for the item on which he\u2019d splurged secretly, a dressing gown of maroon satin.\u00a0 He\u2019d felt positively wicked purchasing such a garment, but he was not going to seduce his new bride while wearing a cotton nightshirt or a simple pair of trousers.<\/p>\n

He fingered the dressing gown as he recalled his wedding night with Inger.\u00a0 No fancy hotel suite for them, no satin dressing gowns and champagne. . . .<\/p>\n

* * *<\/p>\n

A friend of Inger\u2019s had taken Adam for the night.\u00a0 Before leaving for their wedding, Ben had pushed together the two beds in the hotel room he and Adam shared.\u00a0 It wasn\u2019t much, but it was the best he could do.<\/p>\n

When they returned to the small room after exchanging their vows, he closed the door behind them, shutting out the world.\u00a0 He turned to her with anticipation, and he saw that the light in her beautiful eyes was now tempered a bit by her nervousness.\u00a0 There was, of course, no question that she was a maiden.\u00a0 A warm protectiveness rose up in him as they kissed for the first time in the privacy of their room.\u00a0 As the kiss intensified, he reached without thinking for her breast.<\/p>\n

She startled, breaking off the kiss and bowing her head in embarrassment. \u00a0\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d she breathed.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2014I wasn\u2019t expecting\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSsssh,\u201d he said.\u00a0 He kissed her forehead, and she looked up.\u00a0 \u201cIt\u2019s all right,\u201d he whispered.\u00a0 \u201cThere\u2019s nothing to be afraid of.\u201d<\/p>\n

“I know,\u201d she said.\u00a0 \u201cI just\u2014I never\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know,\u201d he assured her.\u00a0 \u201cBut you have nothing to worry about.\u00a0 I promise.\u201d\u00a0 His work-hardened hand stroked her cheek as softly as he could manage until she managed a small smile.\u00a0 Then, he leaned in to kiss her again, and her arms went around him as she returned his kisses with increasing fervor.<\/p>\n

After several minutes, he broke off the kiss.\u00a0 \u201cMay I?\u201d\u00a0 When she nodded, he began to unfasten the buttons of her simple white blouse.\u00a0 Her gaze remained on him, nervous but trusting.\u00a0 As gently as he could manage, he untucked her blouse from her skirt and finished unbuttoning it so that it hung open.\u00a0 For the first time, he saw the curves of the tops of her breasts, and he felt a rush of heat to his groin.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are so beautiful,\u201d he whispered.\u00a0 He kissed her jaw, then her throat, and finally meandered down to her breasts.\u00a0 Her hand caressed the back of his head, and he felt her bosom move beneath his lips as her breath grew quicker.\u00a0 He continued to kiss her as he reached behind her to unfasten her skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor.\u00a0 Then, he stepped back and gazed upon his bride.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are exquisite,\u201d he murmured.\u00a0 He wanted to continue undressing her, but he knew that she was likely to be uncomfortable if he remained fully clothed.\u00a0 He sat on the edge of the bed, where he made short work of removing his own shirt and undershirt and pulling off his boots and socks as she watched.\u00a0 Then, he reached for her, bringing her to sit beside him.\u00a0 He unfastened her boots and slid them off her feet.\u00a0 As he reached for her again, she drew back.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s the matter?\u201d\u00a0 He squinted at her in the dim lamplight.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs the lamp supposed to be lit?\u201d\u00a0 She sounded almost fearful, as though they were doing something sinful.<\/p>\n

Ben smiled gently.\u00a0 He didn\u2019t want to appear amused by her modesty.\u00a0 \u201cIt can be.\u00a0 It\u2019s up to you.\u00a0 Would you prefer if we blew it out?\u201d\u00a0 Blushing, she nodded, and he rose to blow out the lamp, careful not to show his disappointment.<\/p>\n

He shouldn\u2019t have been surprised, he reflected; Elizabeth had been the same way in the beginning.\u00a0 Later, as she became more comfortable with their marital relations, she grew more willing to allow him to see her body.\u00a0 At first, though, his ladylike maiden wife had seemed to be overwhelmed by the idea of allowing him to see the body he was touching and entering.<\/p>\n

Aided only by the moonlight, he made his way back to the bed.\u00a0 The truth was that making love in the dark felt like only half the experience.\u00a0 Sometimes, he reflected, it didn\u2019t pay to know what he was missing.<\/p>\n

Long before he met Elizabeth, when he was a lad of sixteen, he\u2019d met a young lady named Livia who was slightly older than he and curiously free of the inhibitions and rules that seemed so important to most girls he knew.\u00a0 Livia had opened an entirely new world to the willing young Ben.\u00a0 It was she who introduced him to the notion of making love, rather than merely relieving an urge.\u00a0 In her softly-lit room, on a grassy hillside under the summer sun, on a moonlit beach, Livia had taught him to enjoy every aspect of lovemaking.\u00a0 She had encouraged him to take his time, to tantalize and pause, to enjoy the sights and sounds and smells of a woman as well as the touch of her body.<\/p>\n

An ardent student, Ben had learned well to appreciate the gift of a woman.\u00a0 The pert rosebud of a nipple, taut and expectant, just before his mouth closed over it and his tongue began to play with its lovely saltiness.\u00a0 The sight of a creamy round breast beneath his hand, or an equally creamy and round bottom as she walked across the room, her hips swaying as though she was dancing to music only she could hear.\u00a0 The thick triangle of hair that hid her most private parts from his sight as she walked back to him, and the thrill of her climbing on top of him, straddling him and rubbing the tip of him on her secret place until he was nearly ready to explode.\u00a0 Then, only then, did she slide him into her beautiful wetness, so hot and tight, gripping him tightly with muscles no man could see and riding him as he would one day ride the wildest broncs.<\/p>\n

He shook his head to banish thoughts of Livia and the reckless glories of passion.\u00a0 They had plenty of time, he and Inger.\u00a0 They were young, and they had the rest of their lives.\u00a0 If Inger was timid now, he felt confident that she would not always be.\u00a0 One day, perhaps soon, he would begin to share with her some of the marvelous lessons he had learned.\u00a0 For tonight, though, he would go slowly.<\/p>\n

And so, he unfastened the tie of her pantalets and slid them down her long legs, dropping them on the floor by the bed.<\/p>\n

* * *<\/p>\n

He watched the door to the dressing room as he pulled off his boots.\u00a0 Where in the disrobing process was his lovely Marie, he wondered.\u00a0 He pictured her tossing her corset aside, her breasts ripe and ready for his hands, his lips, his tongue.\u00a0 In his mind\u2019s eye, she dropped her pantalets and stepped free of them as she unpinned her honey-colored hair, letting it fall in heavy curls down her naked back.\u00a0 Ben licked his lips as he rose to remove the trousers that were becoming ever tighter as he anticipated the opening of the door.\u00a0 He slid off his drawers, almost wishing she would come out at this moment.<\/p>\n

He turned to pick up his clothing, and he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror.\u00a0 Almost at once, his smile faded.<\/p>\n

The man in the mirror was not the ardent young sailor who had cavorted with Livia in her boudoir.\u00a0 Nor was he the lithe young husband who had charmed Elizabeth and enchanted Inger.\u00a0 He hadn\u2019t realized that so much time had passed, but now, as he saw the man across the room, he felt for the first time a genuine pang of nervousness.<\/p>\n

This man was broad-chested, but the hair that covered that chest was more gray than black.\u00a0 The once-trim midsection had thickened.\u00a0 The scar from the knife in his shoulder gleamed dully.\u00a0 He slapped his stomach, and even from across the room, he saw the rippling of the flesh that was no longer taut.\u00a0 With growing trepidation, he turned his back to the mirror, noting over his shoulder that even long days in the saddle had not been enough to keep his buttocks from beginning to sag.\u00a0 His legs were still strong and muscular, but this was small comfort as he watched the effect of his increasing nervousness on his manhood.<\/p>\n

Marie was no maiden.\u00a0 Until this moment, he hadn\u2019t bothered about that.\u00a0 Her past, he\u2019d told firmly, was indeed past.\u00a0 All that mattered now was their future.\u00a0 She\u2019d looked dubious, but he\u2019d been sure enough for both of them.<\/p>\n

But now, as he thought of the lean young men who had frequented D\u2019Arcy\u2019s club, the thick, gray-haired man in the mirror looked increasing old and heavy.<\/p>\n

He grabbed the dressing gown and wrapped it around himself, belting it firmly.\u00a0 He was a fool.\u00a0 How had he ever thought that he was still man enough for a woman like Marie?<\/p>\n

He shoved the valise under the bed and blew out all of the lamps except the one on the table by the door.\u00a0 His fingers fumbled as he removed the wire hood from the bottle sitting in the silver ice bucket.\u00a0 He reached for one of the glasses and knocked it over, grabbing for it before it shattered against the floor.<\/p>\n

\u201cBen.\u201d<\/p>\n

He spun around as though he\u2019d heard a gun click behind him.\u00a0 Marie stood in the doorway, silhouetted against the lamplight from the dressing room.<\/p>\n

Even in the low light, she was exquisite.\u00a0 She wore a silken blue undergown with a nearly transparent robe.\u00a0 Honey-colored waves tumbled across her bosom, reaching nearly to her waist.\u00a0 The delicate beauty of her face was strangely enhanced by the shadows that defined her high cheekbones.\u00a0 She was a woman who would have stopped any man\u2019s heart.<\/p>\n

He swallowed hard.\u00a0 \u201cMarie.\u201d\u00a0 His voice was husky with trepidation and desire.\u00a0 He busied himself popping the cork from the bottle and pouring the champagne.\u00a0 He handed her a glass and lightly clinked his against hers.\u00a0 \u201cTo us,\u201d he murmured.<\/p>\n

\u201cTo us,\u201d she said.\u00a0 Her eyes questioned as she sipped, but he merely smiled as though he had no idea what she meant.<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t mean to drink so quickly, but the next thing he knew, his glass was empty.\u00a0 He started to reach for the bottle, but Marie placed her hand on his, setting her glass beside his.<\/p>\n

\u201cKiss me,\u201d she whispered.\u00a0 Her arms slid around his neck, and he pulled her to him, crushing his mouth against hers.\u00a0 Almost desperately, he clutched her as his tongue parted her lips.\u00a0 He felt nearly as though he wanted to devour her\u2014anything to taste as much of her as he could before she recognized his shortcomings and turned away in disgust.<\/p>\n

\u201cBen.\u201d\u00a0 She was pushing away.<\/p>\n

No, please,<\/em>\u00a0he thought.\u00a0\u00a0Not yet.<\/em>\u00a0 He turned away, unable to bear the disappointment in her eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is it, my darling?\u201d she asked.\u00a0 Her hand on his arm gave him the courage to turn to face her.\u00a0 Her eyes were dark, braced to hear whatever he was going to confess.<\/p>\n

One of the first things she\u2019d said to him, that day as he\u2019d walked her home from the convent, was that falling in love meant putting your happiness in someone else\u2019s hands.\u00a0 At the time, he\u2019d had no idea what she meant.\u00a0 Now, as his heart pounded, her meaning was painfully clear.<\/p>\n

He had never been a coward before. \u00a0Ben Cartwright had faced pirates and rustlers, gunfighters and thieves and murderers of every kind.\u00a0 He had stared down the barrels of rifles, heard bullets whistling a cat\u2019s whisker from his ear, seen the glint of moonlight on a knife an instant before it slashed at him.\u00a0 He had held his Inger in his arms as the arrow in her back took her life and all around them, savages whooped and gunfire blazed.\u00a0 He had faced \u00c9douard D\u2019Arcy under the oaks, amid the dank hanging Spanish moss, knowing that he was one wrong move away from orphaning his sons.<\/p>\n

He drew a deep breath.\u00a0 He owed it to her to be honest.\u00a0 And if he failed to measure up to what she wished . . . well, he just wouldn\u2019t think of that.<\/p>\n

He took her hands in his, holding them against the maroon dressing gown where it covered his graying chest hair.\u00a0 \u201cThere\u2019s something you need to realize,\u201d he said.\u00a0 A tiny crease appeared between her brows, but she gave no other sign of worry.\u00a0 He gathered his courage and said the words:\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m not a young man any more.\u201d<\/p>\n

The crease between her brows deepened.\u00a0 Then, the concern in her eyes melted, and she looked down, biting her lower lip slightly.\u00a0 After a moment, she lifted her head.\u00a0 The slightest dimple showed in her cheek as she murmured, \u201cThank God for that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

She laid a finger on his lips to silence him.\u00a0 \u201cYou,\u00a0mon cheri<\/em>, are all I want,\u201d she said.\u00a0 \u201cI don\u2019t want some twenty-year-old boy who knows nothing of life, who has no idea how to rejoice because he\u2019s never mourned, who wants nothing more from a woman than what she can give him.\u00a0 I want you, Ben, exactly as you are.\u00a0 Only you.\u201d<\/p>\n

For a moment, he stood motionless.\u00a0 He didn\u2019t deserve her, not a bit.\u00a0 How little he\u2019d understood of this magnificent woman.\u00a0 She should have slapped him and stormed out, outraged at such an insult.\u00a0 How horribly he\u2019d misjudged her.\u00a0 Trembling now, he began to babble.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m so sorry, my love.\u00a0 I was foolish, and nervous, and\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cStop.\u201d\u00a0 She waited until he had closed his mouth.\u00a0 Then, she turned and walked several paces away.\u00a0 She turned back to him, tossing her head.\u00a0 Deliberately, she dropped the sheer robe to the floor.\u00a0 As he watched, she reached behind and released the clasp at the back of the gown.\u00a0 She seemed not to notice his arousal poking at his dressing gown as she slid the gown from her shoulders, letting it fall into a satiny puddle at her feet before she kicked it aside to stand before him.<\/p>\n

Her breasts were not as pert and firm as those of the young Livia.\u00a0 Instead, they hung heavily, the nipples a dark rose, almost brown.\u00a0 Her abdomen was soft, her hips generous.\u00a0 He couldn\u2019t have said how, but he\u2019d have known just from looking at her that she had borne and suckled a child.\u00a0 Her thighs bore the slightest trace of dimpling on their inner edges.\u00a0 A small scar gleamed dully on her left arm, near her shoulder.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not young either, Ben,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

He went to her then, wrapping his arms around her and holding her as tightly as he could.\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2019re the most beautiful woman I\u2019ve ever seen,\u201d he said, and it was true. \u00a0Her body, with its evidence of life and sorrow, was infinitely more beautiful to him than any taut, trim young woman could ever have been.\u00a0 He nuzzled his face in her neck, mindless of the slight softness in her jawline.\u00a0 He slid his hands down her back, caressing her bottom without noticing that it was not as firm as it might once have been.\u00a0 He felt her press herself against his hardness, and he felt himself responding even more.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s get rid of this,\u201d she suggested, reaching for his dressing gown. \u00a0He let go of her, and she untied the belt.\u00a0 She slid her hands beneath the fabric, her fingers caressing his chest hair, lightly circling his nipples, and sliding down his body to stroke his hardness.\u00a0 He moaned, and she kept one hand below as she lightly pushed the robe from his shoulders.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, my darling,\u201d she murmured in obvious delight.\u00a0 He surrendered to the feel of her hands exploring his body.\u00a0 Just when he was afraid he could wait no longer, she reached up to touch his face.<\/p>\n

\u201cI love you,\u201d she said.\u00a0 \u201cYou are exactly the man I want.\u00a0 Exactly.\u201d<\/p>\n

He felt tears starting as a joy like none he\u2019d ever known swept through him.\u00a0 He picked her up and kissed her deeply as he carried her to the bed.\u00a0 Laying her down, he gathered his courage.\u00a0 \u201cDarling?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n

He bent to kiss her breast.\u00a0 \u201cIf it\u2019s all right with you\u2014I\u2019d like to light another lamp or two.\u201d<\/p>\n

This time, it was his exquisite bride whose eyes glistened.\u00a0 \u201cIt\u2019s fine with me,\u201d she said.\u00a0 He felt her watching as he moved around the room, lighting more lamps, pouring more champagne.\u00a0 He held himself tall, knowing that she saw him as he was\u2014and knowing, too, that this was just what she wanted.<\/p>\n

He returned to the bed and set the glasses on the bedside table.\u00a0 She reached for one, but he said, \u201cNot yet.\u201d\u00a0 There would be time for champagne afterward.<\/p>\n

And with that, he lay down and began to make love to his wife.<\/p>\n

Disclaimer:\u00a0All publicly recognizable characters and settings are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended.<\/p>\n

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