"I-I feel something and I-I l-like it. It makes me feel kind of unsettled."
"That's it, sweetheart. That's your arousal building up."
He shifted again and placed his cock at the opening of her sex. Good lord it was perfect. Pink and glistening with her arousal. The lips swollen and ready for him. Carefully he slid his cock into her. Oh god. He didn't know if he could hold back, but he had to. For her, it had to be perfect.
After a moment, she began to whimper and move her hips. "Good girl," he said and slid in another couple of inches. He repeated the process until he reached the barrier of her maidenhead. She gasped and looked at him with alarm.
"It's all right, Lizzie. That's your maidenhead. It might hurt a bit when I break through, but that's what I need to do to claim you. Make you mine."
She nodded her head. He covered her mouth with his and kissed her hard until she clasped her hands around his head to hold him in place, then when she was absorbed in the passionate kiss, he gave one final thrust. She held still for a moment and then he began to move in and out, slowly at first and as she relaxed and continued kissing him, he moved faster and faster.
The room filled with the sounds of their breathing, her exclamations and the slap of his cock into the wetness of her core. He felt her stiffen and the walls of her sex clung to his cock, contracting around it and he ended the kiss and leaned back to watch her as she came. She called out his name and her eyes were kind of wild. She bucked her hips against him and pounded her fists on the bed and when she finally cried out her release, he pumped in and out of her two more times before letting loose his essence into her, the hot seed filling her passage. He groaned with satisfaction.
A thin layer of sweat coated his body and he stared down at her. "Oh, Lizzie, " he said. "You are just perfect. Perfect for me."
She beamed at him in her post-climax lethargy. Gently he slid out of her and then laid next to her on the bed. He pulled her close and settled her head over his heart. No doubt she could feel the way his heart beat for her. For her and no one else.
Chapter 7
“And there’s Millie and Josie. They’re cousins. Millie’s parents own the general store and both girls live there with them. Josie’s parents died on the trip out here when she was just a girl. Josie is the best seamstress and dressmaker in the area so if you ever need a new dress, she’s the one you should see.”
They were walking down the street toward the church. Posey, as the first girl Lizzie had met in Juniper Junction and also because she was Lizzie’s bridesmaid, had taken a particular interest in making her feel welcome and had offered to stop by and take her to the Juniper Junction Quilting Society meeting.
“Of course, your dresses are so pretty, Josie might ask you for some advice. You sure dress nice for a girl who was a maid.”
Lizzie was a bit taken aback by her statement, though she’d noticed that the clothes she’d thought were her oldest and plain looking still stood out from the usual clothes worn by the ladies of Juniper Junction.
“Um. Well, thank you. The young lady that I … um… worked for gave me some of her dresses that she didn’t want. I was lucky that we are nearly the same size.”
Posey took a moment to gaze at the dress Lizzie had on. “Wow, that was really nice of her. Those are some pretty good-looking hand-me-downs. What was her name?”
“Who?”
“The girl you worked for, who gave you the clothes, what was her name?”
“Oh, um. Her name was...is … um, Minnie. Minnie Pendleton.”
“Was she nice? Did she treat you well? I guess so, since she gave you such pretty clothes. Did you live in a big fancy house?”
Fortunately they arrived at the church and met up with some other young ladies, including Josie and Millie that Posey had mentioned already. Everyone was eager to say hello and welcome her to town and soon she was ushered into the church and found herself seated around a quilt frame between Posey and Josie.
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“Oh my,” Josie said, glancing over Lizzie’s attire. “What a nice dress. Is that the latest style in St. Louis?”
Without thinking, Lizzie laughed. “Oh no. This is hardly the latest fashion.”
Josie’s face drooped a bit and Lizzie realized how offensive her response must have sounded. “Oh dear. Please forgive me. I didn't mean to sound so flippant. This dress is several years old.”
“The girl she used to work for as a maid gave it to her. Can you believe it?” Posey leaned across Lizzie and spoke to Josie directly.
“I’ve never known any rich people to be that generous,” Josie said.
“Mr. Conners is rich and he’s been awful nice to me,” Posey piped up.
“Well, that’s true,” Josie allowed. “But I think Mr. Conners is the exception. Mrs. Ryan is tight as can be with her money. Millie and I called on her to talk about donating to the church fund for the poor and she couldn’t have been ruder. Didn’t even offer us a cup of tea. And when Millie finally screwed up the courage to mention a donation to the church fund, Mrs. Ryan looked at us like we’d gone mad.”
Millie joined in. “And if that wasn’t bad enough, then she lectured us for a quarter of an hour about all the evils of the poor and how we ought not to be out asking for handouts and people needed to work for their money.”
“But then Millie, who has more nerve than anyone, said, sweet as you please, ‘Oh, Mrs. Ryan, how did
