The Final Goodbye By: J.L. Jacobs © 2015 (Full Length Book)

Out of sheer desperation, Sophia Lancaster flees her small town of Wellington, Ohio in order to become a mail-order-bride. Naive and full of hope, her world is shattered once again as she is quickly wed to Travis Ewing who seems to despise her from the moment they meet.

Over time, they fall madly in love with each other but Fate has other plans in store for them. This is a suspenseful and very emotional love story that is set in the 1890's where history comes alive. You will laugh and cry over Sophia's journey through hell and back as she fights for the only thing she truly believes in: Love.

*I love to hear your comments and feedback but please DO NOT POST ANY SPOILER ALERTS OR GIVE AWAY STORY INFO. This ruins the reading experience for others.* This is a rough draft version. This book is for mature readers over the age of 17 only. It does contain some profanity and a few graphic love scenes. The synopsis will be re-written, and I will be updating the book with edits.

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11. Chapter Eleven: Blood, Sweat, and Tears

Chapter Eleven: Blood, Sweat, and Tears

 

     For the next week, Sophia tried to stay as busy as possible in order to avoid Travis. After the meeting with his lawyer and knowing he didn't want her as his wife, she was actually embarrassed to be around him. The only time they saw each other was at meals where they were always cordial towards one another. At bed time, she continued her new ritual of sleeping on the settee in the rarely used family room. It was just too awkward for her to sleep in the same bed with Travis even though sleeping on the small and uncomfortable settee was awful. Travis never remarked about on it either. Other than that, she allowed Mrs. Cox to continue teaching her everything she needed to know about being a wife and tending to a home. Even if she wouldn't be Travis's wife for much longer, at the very least she was learning skills so that she could survive once she was on her own and living somewhere else. Maybe, perhaps, even one day she could get married again and all these skills would come in handy. By the end of the week, Sophia's overly sore body started to become accustomed to all the work. Today was the day where Hope would be getting the stitches in her feet out. Sophia asked if she could ride into Dallas with Travis as she had an appointment of her own with Dr. May about her exploratory surgery that she had yet to tell anyone about. There really wasn't a point in doing so under the current set of circumstances. That would only be one more reason for Travis to not want her. After the breakfast meal was finished, she asked Mrs. Cox if she would mind doing the cleanup while she wrote a couple letters that she needed to get posted while she was in Dallas. Mrs. Cox was agreeable to it so Sophia went upstairs to the bedroom. As usual, the upstairs was uncomfortably warm. Today was hotter than usual and Sophia actually longed to take a swim in the refreshing waters of the pond but that would have to wait until later. At least Hope could join her now that she was getting her stitches out today. That would be fun for the both of them! Sophia sat down at the writing desk and pulled out her paper, quill, and bottle of ink.

 

July 20, 1890

Dear Nellie,

You and Mother would be so proud of me if you could be here! Mrs. Cox has been teaching me how to be a proper wife, and out here the wives handle the household while the men work outside all day long much like my husband Travis does. I learned a new breakfast recipe called 'sausage gravy and biscuits,' courtesy of Mrs. Cox, which I have enclosed with this letter. I think you all will enjoy this meal immensely! Perhaps you can send me some recipes of your own including how to make your special butter? The butter made here just isn't the same as yours. I suppose I have been spoiled by yours as nothing else can even compare to it. 

Ever since I got on the train to leave Wellington, I have wished many times that I had taken you up on all your offers over the years to learn how to cook. During the train ride, I made many efforts to read the books you gave me. At first, I had no idea what kitchen utensils were. The book illustrations looked as if they were weird weapons to me but now I not only know what they are and how to use them, but I am using them three times a day. I was also confused as to what measuring cups were but I learned what those are as well. I actually thought they were drinking glasses. Boy was I wrong. They seem to be my most often used utensil, if that is even what they are actually considered. But with Mrs. Cox teaching me, I am becoming quite good at preparing meals if I do say so myself, despite the many cuts and burns I have received in the process. I am told I have a natural knack for cooking by Mrs. Cox. Just last week she showed me how to properly kill a chicken in order to make a fried chicken dinner. I sure botched that first one up though. The killing of the chicken, not the meal itself. It's a long story but suffice it to say that I am now nicknamed 'little chicken' by many here on the ranch after that debacle.

On another note, I just want you to know how much I appreciate all the hard work you have been doing for my family for a long time now. I never realized until recently just how hard it is to do the wash, clean the home, and cook. I have the help of Mrs. Cox and its still difficult work. I don't know how you manage it all on your own but I sure do appreciate everything you have done for all of us over the many years. My parents are blessed to have you in their lives as I am sure they are both aware. I sure hope that they have at least said as much to you though, much as I am now doing. 

Hope sure has become my little shadow and she has taken a real liking to me, just as I have taken a real liking to her. She is such a wonderful little girl and is so smart and cute! Mikey, on the other hand, is just like my husband Travis- he's very hard working but remote and distant. He's proving to be a tough one to gain any sort of acceptance from. I am sure in time that everything will fall into place but for now, it's still pretty rough trying as hard as I am all the time and not seeing any sort of positive results. I crave to hear of some news from home. I miss you Nellie. Please write to me soon.

Respectfully Yours,

Sophia A. Ewing

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July 20, 1890

Dear Rachel,

What a tough time it's been here with me being so far from home and all. It's weird how Turtle Creek is now my home and yet I still refer to Wellington as home oftentimes in my mind. Jeremy is never far from my thoughts and he often finds his way into my dreams at night. I am still sore in my soul from the loss of him. Speaking of him, any news? Not that it really matters as what is done is done. Even though I am a married woman I still feel so alone. Travis and I still have not consummated our marriage. I am scared but would do my 'wifely duties' if he asked it of me or even tried. But as of this letter, I am still an untouched virgin. My husband Travis is real pleasing to the eye, mine especially. We've had a couple of moments where we kissed and I felt as if my body was floating and I had this tingling feeling all over. I have found that I do like kissing very much and crave more of it. I know this must shock you to hear, but considering all of our long talks about the subject of intimacy, especially concerning your intimate moments, I think me talking about the few kisses I have had as a little payback of sorts. Oh how I wish you were here! How is your pregnancy going? I bet your belly is starting to get a little rounder and fuller by now. I cannot wait until January when I can hopefully be there to see my new niece or nephew come into this world and to be able to hold that precious bundle of joy in my arms. I miss you all so very much!

Motherhood, for me, is something that takes some getting used to. Hope is the younger of Travis's children. She is four years of age and has been such a joy in my life thus far. She will grow into a beautiful woman some day and I cannot believe how smart she is for her young age. Mrs. Cox has been such a wonderful influence for her after her Mother's death. Hope loves spending time with me and we have spent hours drawing and making up stories together. She has such a creative imagination! Then there is Mikey who is six but acts more like a grown boy. He tries to work just as hard as Travis does and from what Mrs. Cox tells me, Mikey will inherit the ranch when he is of a proper age. Life down here is so different from what you and I have grown up with. For instance, there is always work to be done. Mrs. Cox has been eagerly teaching me and she and I are becoming close. She is like a mother to me in a sense; not taking our Mother's place, but acting as a type of mother figure I suppose. The heat down here is so much more oppressive this time of the year than up North but the land is open and beautiful, and the sky goes on as far as the eyes can see. At nighttime everything is so peaceful, and you can see stars by the millions. It's such a glorious place down here and my husband has taken his Pa's old cotton farmland and turned them into a thriving cattle ranch. He does well with it from what Mrs. Cox says. It was a little hard to get used to the constant smell of manure but now it doesn't seem to bother me as much. Today we are going into Dallas to get some stitches taken out of Hope's feet. She stepped on some bits of a broken mug and they got cut up pretty badly but she was such a brave little girl about it all. I miss you all very much and look forward to your reply. I love you.

Respectfully Yours,

Sophia A. Ewing

 

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     Sophia sealed both letters into their own envelopes then put them in her reticule. She could hear the kids downstairs arguing over something but couldn't make out what they were saying. She made her way downstairs and entered the kitchen. Mikey, Hope, and Mrs. Cox were in there and Sophia quickly learned what the argument was about. "Stop it Mikey!" Hope was yelling at him, "Give it back to me!" "No!" Mikey taunted her, "Make me!" Mrs. Cox looked at Sophia as she approached, rolling her eyes and giving a little smile even though she was clearly feeling exasperated. "Ma," Hope said while looking directly at Sophia, "tell Mikey to give me back my chalkboard!" Sophia took in a sharp breath. Did she just call her Ma? "She ain't your Ma!" Mikey screamed at Hope while throwing the chalkboard down hard towards the floor. It snapped into several pieces causing Hope to begin crying. Mikey glared daggers at Sophia who stood there in shock. "You ain't our Ma!" he snapped at her, then quickly ran out the back door in search of his Pa. "I am sure Sophia will pick you up another chalkboard while she is in town." Mrs. Cox said soothingly to Hope who was balling her little eyes out. "Um, yes." Sophia said, snapping out of her own reverie, "I would be pleased to get you another one. Perhaps you can pick a new one out for yourself and another one for Mikey as well, that way you each have one of your own so there will be no more arguing over such a silly matter." She scooped Hope up from the chair and held the little girl in her arms. Hope cradled her head on Sophia's shoulder as her crying began to cease. She looked up at Sophia and gave her a tentative smile, "Oh thank you Sophia!" she said brightly. "Well, you two best head outside. I do believe Mr. Ewing has the carriage all set to go. Go on now! Shoosh on outta here!" Mrs. Cox laughed merrily. Sophia smiled and headed out of that humid kitchen into the brightly lit sunshine outside. Sure enough, just as Mrs. Cox had said, the carriage was waiting along with Travis who was talking to Mikey. As Mikey had seen Sophia and Hope approaching from behind Travis, he raised his voice even louder so he could be heard. "Tell Hope that Sophia ain't our Ma!" Mikey pleaded with Travis. Sophia continued walking closer to them and could feel Travis's glare even though she wasn't looking at him. She handed Hope to him so he could set her on the seat inside the carriage. While he was doing that, Sophia decided to try to talk to Mikey. "You are correct, Mikey, I am not your Ma. I could never take her place and I am not trying to. But while me and your Pa are married, I am your step-mother and I don't feel it's fair to be so harsh with me all the time. I just want you and me to be friends. Okay?" He refused to look at her; he just stared down at the dry dirt ground instead saying nothing. His look was one of resentment. Then all of a sudden, he looked up at Sophia with narrowed eyes. "You ain't our Ma and we ain't never going to be friends!" he said bitterly while spitting at the dirt packed ground. By this time, Travis had climbed back out of the carriage and took a hold of both of Mikey's shoulders, forcing him to look up at him. "Now listen here boy, I raised you better than that! We've already had this discussion once. Sophia has done nothing to you to warrant such disrespect and I will have no more of your surliness towards her! Do I make myself clear?" Mikey swallowed hard as his eyes filled up with tears, "Yes Pa." he said begrudgingly to Travis. Travis let go of his son's shoulders and ruffled his head playfully, "Now get yourself up in there and no more sass out of you!" Mikey scrambled into the carriage and Travis looked over at Sophia with an appreciative look in his eyes. She was dressed in a simple soft yellow colored dress with little while polka dots sprinkled all over it and she wore a matching yellow bonnet. Travis observed to himself that she looked quite fetching, even if she had a bit of dirt smudged on her face. He licked his fingers and proceeded to wipe the dirt off, feeling a twinge of desire as his hands made contact with her face. She sighed ever so softly, just loud enough for him to hear as she closed her eyes for the few brief seconds that his fingers were making contact with her face. "You ready to go Boss?" Mr. Cox called out as he was approaching them, which brought both Sophia and Travis back to their senses. Sophia climbed inside the carriage as the other two men climbed up to the outside bench. She could hear Travis's reply, "Yeah, let's get a move on Gerry." Not long after, they were on their way into town. For the duration of the ride, Mikey kept himself quiet while staring out the window as Sophia and Hope talked along the way. But during the whole ride into town, Sophia couldn't help but to think of Mikey and how she could earn his respect. Travis might demand that Mikey give it to her unconditionally but she wanted it given to her freely of his own accord and wrestled with just how to make that happen.

 

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     After Hope had bravely gotten her stitches removed, Sophia encouraged Travis to take the kids to the general store to pick out new chalkboards for each of them. "Why aren't you coming with us?" Hope asked pleasantly. They still in the waiting room with the exception of Mr. Cox who had some errands to run on behalf of Travis. "You all just run along." Sophia said to her patiently. She did not want them to know she was being seen by Dr. May herself. "I have a few things to take care of while I am here." she stated simply. Travis looked at her curiously, "What kind of errands?" he questioned her. "Oh, nothing special." she countered, "I have some letters to post and I need to, um, well, I just have some private matters to see to is all." She felt flustered as a deep blush crept into her fair porcelain cheeks. "I will meet up with you all in about an hours' time at that restaurant you said we'd be having our luncheon meal at." she remarked. "Fine." Travis muttered. He instinctively knew she was up to something but wouldn't debate it right now in front of the children. "Okay," she smiled at him, "I shall see you all in a little while then." Travis took Hope's hand and the three of them proceeded to walk out of the medical office. The little bell jingled as the door was opened then closed. She sat back down in the waiting room until her name was called out a few minutes later, completely unaware that Travis stood outside with the children watching her through the large glass window as she followed a nurse back to towards the examination rooms. "She's hiding something." Travis thought to himself as he continued on to the general store with Mikey and Hope.

 

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     "Well Mrs. Ewing," Dr. May said as he entered her examination room, "I can get your surgery performed the day after tomorrow." Sophia looked at him in surprise, "That quickly?" She instantly began to feel a bit panicky. "Now you will be staying a few nights in the hospital afterwards for recovery. But once I get a good look inside, I will hopefully have a better understanding of what ails you." Sophia's eyes started to water, "Dr. May, I haven't even told my husband about this yet. I really didn't want him knowing about any of this. Is there any way to get around that?" "Why are you afraid to tell him?" Dr. May asked while sitting down on a round wooden stool. He looked at her with avid concern and curiosity in his eyes. Sophia drew in a deep breath, "I am scared. I don't want him to send me back home." came her weak reply. "Well, this is surgery Mrs. Ewing and it will require a hospital stay. I am not sure how you plan on getting around that fact other than by telling your husband what is happening. He should really know anyhow." "He cannot find out Dr. May! I will be ready for the surgery the day after tomorrow. In the meantime, I will think of something. Please, just don't let my husband find out about this! I beg of you!" Sophia implored emphatically. Dr. May shook his head. He would never fully understand women. They had been confounding him since the day he hit puberty and started to take notice of the fairer sex. "I cannot promise you that but I can say that I will not go to him directly. However, if he asks me about you then I have to be honest with him." Dr. May said bluntly. "I have other patients to see so I shall see you, say, at around seven in the morning the day after tomorrow over at the hospital. You can check in with the gentleman at the front desk on the third floor." Sophia nodded her head yes to confirm his instructions and then left the office feeling a little bit shaken up. 

 

     As she walked outside her thoughts were jumbled by trying to figure out just how she would prevent Travis from finding out about her surgery. Not paying much attention to her surroundings, she headed in the direction of the postal office so she could send out the letters to her family. After she finished with that, she began walking towards the restaurant where she was to meet Travis, Mr. Cox, and the children for their luncheon meal when she heard a familiar woman's southern drawl calling out her name. "Sophia!" the woman yelled from somewhere behind her. The street was noisy from passing wagons, carriages, and horses. Sophia turned around to see that Elsie Prescott was walking hurriedly her way. "Elsie!" Sophia smiled in surprised as the woman approached. They hugged each other for a brief moment. "How good it is to see you!" Elsie laughed breathlessly. "Oh Elsie!" Sophia giggled, "I am so glad to see you as well!" "Where are you off to?" Elsie asked, "I would love to catch up with you! Are you free for some tea right now? I was just heading back home but could use a spot of refreshment. It's positively sweltering out here today!" Then an idea hit Sophia. "I was just on my way to meet Travis and the children for luncheon but perhaps you would like to join us?" she asked. "I would love to dine with you but I'd also hate to impose." Elsie remarked. "It's no imposition!" Sophia smiled brightly in reassurance, "Please, do join us." "Well, if you insist!" Elsie beamed. The two woman walked and talked the whole way there when Sophia decided that Elsie might prove to be just the person she could ask about helping her out. "Look Elsie, I have something to propose to you. Actually, I need your help." Sophia then began to tell Elsie all about her surgery and she did not want Travis finding out, which also included the private details about him wanting to dissolve their marriage which happened to suit the situation perfectly. "You see," Sophia finished up by saying, "this is the perfect plan. He already doesn't want me to stay here so all's I have to do is tell him that I have decided to stay at the hotel until the dissolution is final. In the meantime, you can just make sure to back my story up if need be." "Oh, Sophia! I had no idea things have been that bad for you since you've arrived. Of course I will help you out in any way I possibly can." Elsie said sympathetically. Sophia hugged Elsie tightly, "Oh thank you so very much! Now we'd better get inside. I know they're waiting for me. Travis tends to get cranky if he's kept waiting when it comes to his meals." The two women walked inside the restaurant and proceeded to eat luncheon with Travis, Mr. Cox, and the children. During the meal, Travis asked how the two women had met. Elsie animatedly explained the story to them which made little Hope laugh out loud during certain parts. Travis and Mikey remained quiet while they listened intently to Elsie's story. Travis finished up his sweet tea with a smile on his lips. It seemed his new wife had a special way of drawing people to her quickly if her relationship with Elsie Prescott was any indication.

 

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     Later that night, Sophia was relaxing in the tub of lavender scented essence oil while allowing the stress of the day and her worries of her upcoming surgery to fade away. She could hear heavy boot steps in the hallway. She knew it was Travis heading into his bedroom. She quickly washed her hair and body then got out of the bathing tub in order to towel dry herself. Sophia knew she needed to set her plan into motion quickly before Travis fell asleep. Dressing herself in her soft cotton nightgown, she headed to his bedroom in bare feet. Quietly opening the door, she walked inside under the pretense of brushing out her hair and to grab a pillow for her nightly sleep on the settee downstairs. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing only his drawers, and he looked up at her as she shut the door closed behind her. The only light in the room came from the soft glow of the lantern on the small table next to his side of the bed. His eyes followed her speculatively as she sat down at the vanity table. Picking up her silver horse-haired brush, she began to work out the tangles from her long, wet hair. "So what was all the secrecy about earlier today when we were in town?" he asked her calmly. She was caught a little off guard by that question but it also gave her the perfect opportunity to start the conversation she wanted to have with him. "I had some personal matters to look into." she said quietly as she concentrated on brushing out her long mass of wet hair. That allowed her to not have to look at him which she did not want to do. Just the brief glance as she walked into his room gave her tingly feelings seeing him bare chested with hardly a stitch of clothing on. He was so gorgeous with those perfectly defined muscles of his on that darkly tanned body with just the right amount of hair in just the right spots. "So you aren't going to tell me what you had to do?" he said pointedly. 

 

     She remained quiet for several seconds wanting to choose her words wisely. "I have been doing some thinking Travis." she began. "With you wanting to get our marriage dissolved and all, perhaps I should stay at the hotel. I don't feel right playing the role of wife when I won't be one in actuality for much longer. I'm also beginning to develop a kinship with Hope and Mrs. Cox, so when I have to leave, well, it will only be that much harder on me. I've suffered enough heartache and I don't wan't to deal with anymore if I can help it." she said sadly. "I took you out of that hotel for the sake of propriety." he snapped back, beginning to get annoyed with her. "Propriety?" she softly yelled in hushed tones as to not wake the children who were fast asleep. "What sense does that even make when you will have my reputation torn to shreds once this dissolution is finalized? How dare you try to act noble when you are anything but!" She slammed down her hairbrush onto the vanity and stood up quickly, finally facing him. He also stood up looking at her with furious eyes, "I wasn't the one who lied!" he said as his voice raised up several notches in volume. Even in the dimly lit room, he could see the shape of her full, perky breasts outlining her nightgown. She looked ravishing. "I didn't intend to come here misleading you! I didn't lie about who I was. I only lied about what I was able to do.... or rather, not do!" she countered back. "I have been busting my rump around here to show you that I am more than capable of learning my place and role in this household but then it occurred to me today that it doesn't matter one lick of what I do or don't do around here! In the end, I may know how to be a proper wife and mother to your children but you will still think nothing of all my hard work and efforts. In the end, I will still be a ruined woman with no reputation left here in this town nor in my hometown even if I wanted to go back to Wellington! I have no choices left to me on the matter, so me staying at the hotel is far better than being cast away as if I were nothing. Either way, I am left a ruined woman and you have no idea what life will be like for me at that point!" she cried out at him passionately. "Well, do what you want then!" he yelled back, "But there will be no more sleeping on the settee. I had to listen to Mrs. Cox's lectures this morning over that matter. For tonight, you will be sleeping in here!" She narrowed her eyes at him and stomped over to her side of the bed. She pulled back the duvet and the thin sheet underneath it, then laid herself down on the bed facing away from Travis. Her breathing came deep and rapid as she tried to calm herself down. After the visit with Dr. May today, she was already concerned over her own well-being and she needed to protect herself by making sure Travis never learned about what was happening with her. "Not that it ultimately matters." she surmised bitterly to herself as her thoughts ran rapid. He was the one who wanted the dissolution so she really didn't need to try to hide this from him. But the less he knew, the better in her opinion! In the long run it would not change the outcome. At least her plan had worked.

 

     Tomorrow she would check into the Windsor Hotel as she had discussed with Elsie earlier. Then, on the following day, she would have that exploratory surgery to figure out the source of the pains that she had been getting. Sophia stared outside the open window into the inky blackness of the night sky and barely took notice of the white sheer curtains blowing softly as a gentle breeze from the cooler night air wafted in. The sounds of the crickets could be heard but they did not comfort her like they normally did. Sophia was a few feet or so away from where Travis was still standing, but could feel his anger emitting out silently towards her. Yes, the plan was working like a charm! She almost felt bad about starting an argument with him on purpose. Almost. "What if I don't want the marriage dissolved any more?" Travis said softly a few moments later as he climbing back into the bed. Sophia took in a sudden breath as her mind digested what he just declared to her. She almost melted in that moment but then quickly realized that she had a plan to stick to come hell or high water. "It's too late." she replied quietly. He inched his body closer to hers and wrapped his arm over her, drawing her body up against him. She could feel his desire for her in that moment as it pushed up against her backside, but as much as it made her body begin to throb with longing, she had to stick to her plan. "It's not too late." his mouth whispered seductively into her ear. His right arm, which was still draped over her body, began to lightly fondle her right breast gently. First by cupping its fullness, then by circling his fingers lightly in soft strokes. She was beginning to melt despite her brain wishing otherwise. His touches inflamed her. She felt her own desire for her temporary husband begin to grow. His hand now moved down her smooth, soft belly. Her body began to feel like it was on fire. "You're my wife." he said in his sexy, soft southern drawl, his hand moving down even further towards her legs. He continued to feel her soft skin, drinking in the smell of her lavender scented body which intoxicated his senses. He used his hand to gently push apart her legs, and he then began to stroke the warm apex in between her thighs. Her eyes closed from the pleasure of it all. She was finding it really hard to resist the temptation. She craved his touch, leaning backwards into him so that their bodies were pressed into one another. He began kissing her neck, just under her right ear while his hand stroked her in between her legs. His hard shaft was pressed tightly against her, just above her bum which protruded upwards against her hip. She slightly rolled over to take in his kisses which was now fully concentrated on her mouth. She was losing control. Sophia wanted him just as badly as he wanted her. Their kissing deepened as his tongue opened her lips, coaxing her own tongue into his mouth. She felt herself moan softly as his fingers spread her open and began to play with her bud which sent ripples of pleasure throughout the length of her body. Her mind was saying no but her body was saying yes. She had to stop him before it was too late. She tried to pull away from him but he rolled her over onto her back as his body went above her own, just mere inches apart. "No Travis. We can't." she weakly muttered, her breathing becoming shallow as his legs pushed apart her own. She could feel his hardness pressing up against her bud now, begging for entrance inside. "Yes," he breathed heavily, "we can. You are my wife." His fingers once again began its dance down below as their tongues mingled into an intoxicating kiss. She barely noticed as he ripped off her nightgown, throwing it to the floor. It only took him seconds to pull off his drawers. The two of them were now completely naked. She stole a glance over at his hard shaft and her eyes grew wide with surprise. She had no idea that a man's, um, member could be that big and she worried that he might hurt her. His kiss deepened and his throbbing shaft began to enter her ever so slowly. They both moaned in pleasure. She was drowsy with desire and he was drunk with lust for her. He put both his arms underneath her, holding her close as his mouth retreated from hers, seeking one breast which he licked deliciously. He pressed himself further into her tight opening whispering, "This will hurt only for a few seconds." Then he thrust himself harder which made her feel like her insides were being ripped opened. She instantly tensed up from the pain and winced out loud, tears pooling within her eyes. His mouth went to her other breast as her hands clenched in the mass of thick hair on his head really hard. He moved in and out of her, deeper in, then back out of her slick moistness. The pain slowly began to recede as pleasure once again took over. "Kiss me!" she whispered breathlessly and he complied by quickly by taking his mouth deep into her own, softly nipping at her swollen lips playfully a few times. She pressed his head against her own with her hands, deepening their kiss as he moved even more quickly inside her while grinding his hips in a circular motion. Her body was on fire, as was his own. His thrusting became harder. Faster. Sophia briefly thought of how her own body betrayed her mind as her hips moved in accord with his rhythm. She began to feel this intense feeling of pleasure that was building up inside of her which started from her core and spread outwards into her legs, toes, arms, hands, and even in her head. But just moments before she could feel her release, he thrust himself real hard into her one last time before spilling his seed inside of her. His body first tensing up from the incredible pleasure of their lovemaking, then becoming slack from his release as he finished spilling his seed into her inner depths. He moaned loudly after that from the inexplicable pleasure as his release carried him away into his own personal form of bliss. Her body still ached with relentless need but it was over. Travis slumped his head onto her chest, panting hard. Her own breathing still came fast and she could feel the sweat dripping from his hair onto her shoulders while his wild heartbeat could be felt over her belly. Seconds later, he rolled off of her and onto his back. The room was utterly silent except for the sounds of their rapid breathing. "That was it," she thought, "I am now his wife in the fullest sense of the word. I am no longer an untouched virgin." She began to feel angry in that moment. This was not a part of her plan! She rolled her sweaty body over onto her side, facing the widow once again as tears streamed down her face. She pulled the sheet up over her naked body saying coldly to him, "I am still leaving tomorrow. What just happened between us changes nothing."

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