Sam saw from her expression that Irene was not in a mood for the whisky so it had been set aside.  He smiled warmly as he took in how beautiful she was without her clothes on.  In that instant he wondered if there was a jeweler in this sad little town.  It seemed unlikely, but he thought that perhaps Mr. Hardy may know of someone since he did all the marriage certificates and it had probably come up before.  He grinned at her as he imaged her just as she was with HIS ring on her finger the only thing she’d be ‘wearing.’<br/><br/>He liked how she was as she undressed him.  It was efficient but loving the way she kissed him and looked at him, yet didn’t waste any time getting him undressed.  He sighed when her fingers went inside his pants as she unworked the buttons.  When she had the first three undone, Sam gave her an assist by pushing them down of his hips.  Just as she’d undone her corset for him, Sam helped her as he undid his drawers and freed himself of his boots and his trousers which were pooled down over them.  He wasn’t shy standing naked in front of her.  He truly hadn’t been before either, but he did flush with desire for her as his cock stood straight out from his pelvis as he appreciated how beautiful his wife-to-be was.<br/><br/>“Oh my Irene . . . you are one lovely woman.  I don’t know what I did to turn my luck around to find you but damn . . . I’m one lucky and very happy man.”<br/><br/>Sam drew Irene to him.  His body shivered when her warm flesh made contact with him.  He was almost embarrassed when his cock left a shiny slick trail on her belly.  It seemed like ages to him since they’d made love and he needed her desperately.  As much as the sight of the dead man had shaken her some, it had brought back to him painful memories that he’d worked very hard on forgetting.  As much as he might not be able to admit it to even Irene, his intended wife, he needed to be held and loved.  That hadn’t been the case when his scars were then gaping painful holes.  He had no one then but the judge . . . which was fine in the end, but he’d have preferred to have had Irene back then as he had her now.  Sam kissed her softly and caressed her tenderly.<br/><br/><br/>Sam took her hand and led her to the bed.  He tossed the bed linen open and took her into an intimate embrace.  One arm was behind her holding her to him and the other hand moved softly over her lady parts, caressing her tits and then her belly and then her pussy.  His eyes were closed as he savored how she felt.  He sighed when his finger slipped into her folds and stroked her.<br/><br/>“Darlin’ . . . Irene honey . . . I do want this so much.  I need it . . . I need you.  I can’t say how much . . . you just have to know that I do . . . and darlin’ the only thing I want to do besides make love to you and to do what we’ve already set for ourselves for later today and tomorrow is getting a ring on your finger.  A proper one that you and I will both be proud is there.  I need to focus on you honey . . . to make love to you in a way that shows you how much I do love you, and to get my mind back where it needs to be.”<br/><br/>He nuzzled her neck as he held her tightly against him and his finger sought her wet warm entrance with his finger.<br/><br/>“I am in love with you Irene Garrison O’Rourke . . . and I want you and need you so badly.”<br/><br/><br/><br/>