"So, how're you feelin', darlin'?"
"Mmmm...I feel pretty good after last night. Definitely sore, but I thought I'd be a lot more sore after you damn near plowed me with that horse cock of yours, not to mention you spanked me pretty damn hard in the shower, but I have to admit, I'm feelin' pretty good, Babe."
"Well, don't know if I should take that as a compliment, an insult, or both!"
"Take it any way except an insult, babe. You most certaintly delivered last night, that much is for certain. I know for sure I'll be wanting more alone time in our near future."
For a long time I just kept holding her, not wanting to let go. But I knew I'd have to get goin'...I had animals to tend to and little Elijah would be wonderin' where I'd gotten to yesterday. I had to figure out an excuse that'd throw im' fer a loop.
"Really wish I could stay with ya, Darlin', but I gotta get goin'. Gotta' pick up my clothes and figure out what ta' tell little Elijah when I get back ta the ranch. No doubt he came by yesterday an' he'll be wonderin' where I went off to."
"It's an easy fix. Just tell him you were at my farm in the coop all night because one of my chickens had gotten sick and I'd asked you to help me care for it, now you're back home this morning because the chicken is well again."
Had to admit, it was a pretty easy fix, 'specially since she'd come up with it.
He sat up in the bed and stretched, about to head back to the bathroom and get his clothes, but you weren't having it. "Darlin, you know I hafta get goin'. Don't make this harder fer me than it already is." He kissed me gently as I pushed him back down. I gently rubbed my hands all over his chest and abs, admiring his muscles. Then I pulled my still naked form up to lay on top of him, and kiss him just a little bit more. At first he played along, but then he noticed something that seemed to really bother him. "Darlin', look at ya! Your rear looks completely blood red! Did I really spank ya that hard last night? Goddess, why didn't ya say something? What kinda' man does that to his fiance?"
There he was, overthinking things again. It was probably his one biggest weakness. I knew it was only because he cared, but he needed to get over this. "Babe...calm down right now. I told you just a few minutes ago that I feel perfectly content after last night. Of course I'll be a little sore at first, but that's normal. I promise you I'm just fine."
Braden still wasn't convinced. He was horrified at how sore your butt looked, all because he was trying to be playful with you by spanking you a few times. "After everything I said about not wantin' ta hurt ya...I shoulda' known better, I'm so sorry, darlin'." He looked so ashamed of himself, like he didn't even want to look you in the eye. By now, you were the one who had enough. It was time to stop being so gentle with him, or he'd never get over his fear of hurting you, no matter how minor the so-called "injury."
I climbed off of him and stood there next to the bed. I knew he needed to get over this before he left here today, and by Goddess, I was going to make sure his worries were kicked straight out my bedroom window, because by this point I was actually pretty mad. "Alright, Braden. ENOUGH. I am TIRED of hearing you talking like this. So you spanked me last night. And yes, you spanked me HARD. VERY HARD. Hell, even your gentle spanks were hard! Yes, I've got some marks this morning to show for it. But that does NOT mean you did anything wrong! If I hadn't wanted you spanking me, I would've said something last night. Honestly, I LIKED it when you spanked me, it was sexy and fun! And of course you spanked hard, most times you don't realize how strong you really are! But now you're just ruining everything and wallowing in self-pity! YOU DID NOTHING WRONG!"
Braden jumped out of the bed, standing before you. In his heart he knew you had a point, but he just didn't want to accept that. He definitely was as stubborn as a mule at times, but his stubborness was about to cause a big argument. "So what the hell do ya want me ta do, come here and start hurtin' ya? Beatin' ya?! I ain't that kinda man, so don't expect me ta-"
*SLAP*
Braden was stunned. You'd slapped him in the face so hard there was a visible hand print on his cheek. When he turned back to look you in the eyes, he saw you were crying. But he could also tell you weren't crying just from being upset...he knew you were completely furious, and he started to wonder if he'd just made a VERY big mistake.
I balled up my fists and practically screamed at the top of my lungs. "GODDESS, BRADEN! ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! YOU ARE GOING TO GET OVER THIS RIGHT NOW!" Pausing for a moment to regain my breath, I yelled at him again, but much more gently this time. "Braden...last night was our first time and it was amazing! I loved every moment of it! I wish we could've gone at it all night long! But you have to understand what sex IS. You can't always expect to never leave me sore! You can't always expect to not cause me pain! Don't you remember how tight I squeezed your hand? Have you forgotten kissing away my tears because I was in so much pain?! Even when you saw how much I started bleeding after you'd penetrated me for the first time, you still kept going! Last night we bound ourselves together in the most intimate way possible. We made LOVE, Braden. I honestly thought that meant something more to you...because it did to me."
He quickly grabbed me into his powerful arms and pulled me back into the bed with him. He held me like I would somehow disappear if he let go, and rested his head against my breasts. It was then that I noticed he seemed to be shaking. "Braden? Baby? Babe, are you crying?" Looking up at me with tears in his eyes almost broke my heart, but I knew this had to happen. He couldn't keep going on pretending everything would always be perfect, and now we could both get past this together. This was a rare sight, though...the only time I'd ever seen him cry was when I'd accepted his marriage proposal, but that was different...those were tears of joy. He had to be really upset to be crying.
"Darlin'...I love you so much...and I'm so, so sorry...I just...gimme a minute, here..." he stoppped to compose himself and stop hiccupping, then he wrapped you in his bear hug even tighter to continue. "I promise you Darlin', what we did last night meant the world to me. I guess I was stupid fer thinkin' I could protect ya from everything, even my own impulses. I deserved that slap ta the face, and I know I hurt ya at least a little last night, but I also know it was nothin' to be ashamed of...because we were makin' love, and what we did together was a beautiful thing."
I was proud of him. He was finally past that fear that made him damn near treat me like I was porcelain. And I was excited to see him again sometime soon, because maybe then the two of us could experiment with each other a little more. After he finally released me from his bear hug, I got out of bed with him to change into my own clothes. But before he could head back to the bathroom to get his clothes, I stopped him, pulling him to stand right in front of me and look me straight in the eye. "Babe...last night was beautiful. I've never trusted anyone in that way before, but last night I trusted you with absolutely everything. And I still do trust you, completely. I was so scared...but you were taking care of me every step of the way. Just promise me that you'll give me that kind of trust in return. Trust me with everything. There's nothing I want you to hide from me." He smiled and hugged me again, conveying all his emotions in that single hug, not even having to speak a word. He walked to the bathroom, and I started getting dressed, too. Not only did I have cows and chickens to worry about, but I also had an entire field full of growing crops, too. I knew today was going to be a lot of work. Once we were both dressed, I walked him to the door to head back to his ranch. He gave me a quick kiss, then made a promise to be back later. "I acted like a jackass this mornin', Darlin'. I'll stop by this evening and cook up a nice dinner. And then once we're both stuffed completely full, we can digest layin in that comfy bed of yours...if ya catch my drift." He winked, and started to walk out, but I caught him by his sleeve.
I gave him a lustful look, and whispered in his ear before he left. "Babe? Dinner sounds great. I have a really good wooden spatula that I don't ever use, but you can feel free to use it all you want...if you catch my drift." Giving his stunned face one last kiss, I walked out the door with him. "Oh, almost forgot. Here's my spare house key, Babe. Never know when you might need it." I placed it in his hands and turned to head for my barn.