The baker's wife

Chapter 1

THE WEDDING NIGHT




"Ahhhh", Lina teased playfully as she opened her mouth wide. Patrick smiled as he brought the forkful of cake to his new bride's lips. She accepted it willingly and they both giggled in delight.

Patrick could hardly believe his luck. A baker's wife was not the most glamorous role in the village. He was astonished when the matchmaker had presented Lina, the daughter of the preacher. She was beautiful and kind, much more than Patrick had dreamed of. Patrick vowed that Lina would never want for anything. He would spoil and cherish her.

Lina used a thin finger to wipe cake off her bottom lip. From her perch on the old oak counter, she leaned down and kissed Patrick softly, wrapping her arms around his neck. Patrick smiled and brought his hands up to her trim waist. He liked feeling her. She was young and supple.

"More," she whispered into his ear. Patrick looked up at his bride, happy to oblige. He brought another heaping mouthful of leftover wedding cake up to his wife's parted lips. She accepted it willingly.

Patrick studied her. He liked so much about her, but his favorite by far was her pouty soft lips. He loved to watch her eat. When he discovered that they were to be married, Patrick had brought her family a basket of pastries as an offering of his gratitude. Lina had looked delighted upon receiving the gift. He remembered watching her gobble up several of the turnovers, before her strict mother had snatched the basket away.

"Be careful," The preacher warned, "a baker's wife with a sweet tooth will be a liability for your business." Patrick noted how Lina's demeanor changed with her Father's cruel words. He never wanted to see her look that unhappy again.

Lina looked like a little child as she kicked her feet happily and chewed her cud of cake. "Feeding you is my favorite thing. It makes me happy." Patrick said, daring to let his hand slide down her waist to her rounded behind. Lina quaked at his touch, and sat back slightly so she was eye to eye with Patrick. "Then you must always feed me, because it is my duty as a wife to make you happy." She cooed, accepting a coy bite of cake.

Patrick eyed his wife. Her cheeks full of butter cream cake. He felt his heart swell.

Suddenly, he lurched forward and planted a hard passionate kiss on her mouth. He felt Lina, mouth still full of cake, lean back into him just as hard. The kiss grew, until they both broke away panting. Each astonished at the sudden change.

Lina looked at Patrick for a long moment. Swallowing her cake with a gulp. She was still panting slightly. Leaning down to meet Patrick's mouth, Lina kissed him again.

Patrick lifted her up off the counter with a kiss, swiftly maneuvering her to the shop floor. And as if Lina knew, she wrapped her legs around his waist, careful not to tear her billowy white gown. Patrick lowered himself to his knees, and using his hand he pushed her dress back and found the soft wet place between Lina's thighs. She gasped with delight and kissed him tenderly on the neck. Patrick gently found his place and pushed into Lina's warm womanhood for the first time. She wrapped herself tightly around him and met each of his thrusts with a whimper of pleasure. Patrick could feel himself stretching her, but he could not control it. Each thrust going deeper and his pace quickening. He pumped and moaned until they both exploded back in ecstasy. Patrick and Lina lay on the bakery floor panting and shivering in pleasure. This was their first night as man and wife.