The Good Sister: Part Two
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I had a man who really did burn for me as well as love me. I found what I wanted, what I needed. I didn’t need any other man’s attention, nor did I require it as I once thought. I only needed one man, this man.
“So you were trying to make me mad?”
“I love to see the fire that blazes within you. It blazes when you are mad,” he kissed my cheek softly, “and it blazes when we make love.”
Ashton kissed me. I moaned, and forgot what we were fighting about, but in the next moment I didn’t care as Ashton’s hands roam down my back. With one last lash of his talented tongue, he made me forget everything.
“I love you, Lady Archer. You shall never forget this fact.”
“No,” I assured, “I shall never forget or question it.”
“Good. Now join me for a swim, I am late.”
“Um…” I muttered. “I can’t join you, but I will watch you. In fact, I am fairly sure I will enjoy watching you.”
“Watch me? No. I wish for you to join me.”
I’m sure I blushed. “I can’t.”
“Are you afraid of the water?”
“No.”
“You cannot swim?”
“No, I can swim.”
“Then, why?”
I puffed out my cheeks fat with air then let out the breath. “Ashton, I cannot join you because I am having my…” I hesitated then used his words in a whisper, “womanly cycle.”
“Ah…” he muttered. “So this explains why when I did this,” he squeezed my bum. I jumped and squealed, pulling away. “You moved from my hand this morning.”
“Well, yes actually,” I admitted. “It’s not proper to be feeling me up in my current condition.”
Ashton tilted his head, obviously taking in my expression. “However, it is proper to give me oral pleasure in your condition?”
“Yes,” I said.
“So let me see if I am correct in my understanding,” Ashton said. “I can kiss you when you are on your womanly cycle, correct?”
“Yes.”
He bent down and kissed my lips.
“I can hug you; touch your breasts.” He touched them then smiled. “Correct?”
“I guess, yes.”
“You can give me all the oral pleasure you wish, but I cannot touch your gorgeous bum?”
“Correct,” I confirmed.
“And I cannot do this?” he asked as he rubbed his hard package between my legs.
“No,” I squeaked. I slapped his shoulder. “Not that either.”
Ashton smiled wickedly.
“So, no bum touching.” He slid his hand down my hip. “And no touching of the petal softness between your beautiful thighs?”
“No. It’s just not proper.”
“Why?” he asked.
I rolled my eyes at him.
“I am bleeding, Ashton.”
“Yes, this is a natural part of your body so there is nothing to be embarrassed about. I am not repulsed. I believe this is the word you used before. Repulsed.”
“Cheese and crackers!” I spluttered, placing my hands upon my hips. Ashton broke a smile. “I have a massive piece of cotton shoved up my hoo hoo. It’s just not right or sexy, or—”
Ashton broke out into a serious guffaw.
“Say that once more, my dove. I must hear it.”
“What?”
“Your ‘hoo hoo,’” he laughed.
“Stop!”
“No. I must hear it again,” he insisted.
I headed for the door. “Okay.” I sighed. “I called it my hoo hoo.”
Ashton laughed so hard he about lost his composure as he walked to me. “I love you beyond words,” he said, taking my hand.
****
I sat with my feet in the clear blue water of the Olympic-sized pool, watching Ashton swim laps. It was the most enticing thing I’d ever seen. He glided through the water, cutting as smooth as a knife through butter. Once my period was over, I was going to jump Ashton’s bones. There would be no hope for him, and no escape. I watched his body work, his muscles flare, intrigued with his movements. Yep, I was going to pounce on him like a cat on a piece of string.
I actually stared open mouthed at one point. Glad he didn’t see me doing that. I wiped at my lips, in amazement I hadn’t been drooling. When he was done, he came up the stairs that were mounted on the side of the pool. Water glistened off his alabaster skin and flowed down the contours of his body. In particular, one weaving line of water hugged his face, trickled down his neck, caressed his right pectoral, and ended up inside of his navel. He was fantastic.
“You are a good swimmer,” I commented when he returned from the small changing room. “Do you swim every day?”
“Every day which I am here at the chateau,” Ashton returned. He eyed me. “You look flushed. Are you feeling well?”
“I’m fine,” I muttered.
“You are gripping on to the side of the pool so tightly, you may pulverize the block beneath your fingers,” he teased. “My dove,” he said in a low voice, “did you enjoy watching me swim?”
“Without doubt,” I said, pulling my feet out of the water.
Ashton smiled his wicked smile. “Did it give you pleasure?”
I whipped around, curls flying. “Why do you ask?”
“You look hungry, very, very hungry.”
“Well it is time for lunch,” I said, trying hard to hide the fact I was hotter than a firecracker on the fourth of July.
“No,” Ashton said, “I am quite sure it is not lunch you hunger for. I believe watching me swim gave you pleasure. Aroused you.”
“Why would you think that?”
“I have seen you aroused.” He sauntered toward me, smooth, tempting me.
“You are very much the devil right now, aren’t you?”
Ashton tilted his head. “Perhaps.”
“You want to hear me say it, don’t you?”
“Yes,” he said, moving within a breath of my body.
“Yes,” I said. “Watching you swim made me hot. You have no idea how much I like to watch you.”
“So then we both burn for each other, do we not?”
He stepped forward. His hard manhood pressed against my flat stomach. “Yes, Ashton,” I admitted, “we do.”
“Then,” Ashton ran his hands over my budding breasts, “allow me to quench your burn.”
I looked up into his ice white eyes, pressing into his touch. “I can’t. My burn will have to wait a few more days.”
“Trust me,” he said, backing me up.
My breath hitched when he picked me up. He’d taken me into the changing room. In the next moment my body slid down his body in a slow, erotic path. He backed me up until my shoulder blades stopped against the large blue-tiled wall. The drip of water from the showerhead hit the tiles and echoed. The room was hot, steamy, and smelled of a mixture of soap, herbal shampoo, and chlorine.
“Ashton—” He stopped me with his tongue.
Ashton kissed me with a deep, probing longing. His hard cock, urgent against my lower belly, and his knee was pressing against my inner thigh. His hands ran under my shirt. Fingertips dancing over the surface of my stomach, then moved up past my ribs. He unclasped the front clip on my bra.
“Trinity,” he groaned. He cupped one tender breast, squeezing, kneading, rolling my nipple between his fingers. He sucked against the tender flesh of my neck.
I moaned. Fire ignited between my thighs, and with every deep kiss along with every twist of my nipples between his expert fingers, my pussy tingled.
Ashton pulled his mouth back, placing it to my ear. “Did you know the female breasts, the nipples in particular, contain nerve endings which if properly aroused can cause pleasure not only within the breasts, but within the female sex?”
“No, but I won’t argue the point.”
Ashton lifted my shirt. With expert placement he kissed my navel then ran the tip of his tongue in a winding path up my body before he placed his warm mouth
to my breasts. He dined upon them, licked them, kissed, and sucked them.
“Trinity,” he said in a low voice, “take my cock into your hand.”
His mouth returned to the tender spot on the side of my neck as his hands worked their warlock magic on my nipples. I reached to unzip his trousers, found the opening in his boxer briefs then slipped my hand around his rock hard shaft. Ashton groaned against the soft flesh of my neck. I gripped him. Pumped my hand along his dick. God, his fingers, still worked their magic with my enflamed nipples.
Our breathing increased until it became one aching pant. I was writhing due to Ashton’s expert touch. I realized it was the buzzing of how I feel just before climax. But I couldn’t come, not this way. Then I felt Ashton tweak my nipples a little harder, adding a twist as his tongue delved into my mouth. I stroked him, reveling in the feel of my husband’s cock, and in that moment, every part of my body burned against Ashton’s body.
“Trinity,” he groaned.
He bit down upon the side of my neck, thrusting his hips, squeezing my nipples, coming in my hand. I felt him, heard him, could smell the musk scent of him. I allowed every sensation to overtake me.
“Oh God,” I said, feeling my body quiver, and with one touch of Ashton’s hand placed just above my pelvic bone, he pressed. I exploded. “Ashton…” He watched me.
“You are so beautiful when you come, Trinity.”
His words set me even further over the top. My pussy clenched. I gave Ashton my mouth for another deep kiss, and he rocked my climax to a satisfying finish.
“How did you do that?” I asked.
“Magic,” he said with a smile, moving back to clean up and adjust himself. “Here.” He handed me his towel so I could clean my hands.
Re-clasping my bra, I grinned. “You do hold magic within you.”
Ashton came to kiss my lips. “No. Together, we hold magic,” he clarified.
****
After dinner I went upstairs to lie down while Ashton finished tying up loose ends for our trip to England. I tossed and turned as I thought about the trip, meeting his parents, going to the Queen’s charity ball, and what I was going to tell my mother? I needed to call not only my mother, but also my aunt.
I groaned when a heated cramp hit me. I thought I might double over from the force of it and was still groaning when Ashton walked in.
Within a moment he had snatched me up into his hold. “Are you having pain?”
“Cramps,” I said. “I’ll be fine. They’ve just never been quite this bad before.”
“I will ring for a doctor,” Ashton said.
“No. I hate doctors. Besides, it’s probably because I am actually using my body instead of my hoo hoo setting unused gathering dust and cob webs.”
Ashton chuckled. “Ah … my dove you do give me such joy. Not to mention you are quite a vivid speaker. Do you think a hot water bottle or a heating pad would help?”
“I don’t know. Maybe? But I have bigger problems right now.”
Ashton looked confused. “Bigger problems?”
“I need to call my aunt, and my mother, but I have no idea what I’m going to tell my mother.”
Ashton reached into the top pocket of his shirt, handing me his cell phone. “Here, my dove. Ring them on my mobile.” I took the phone and proceeded to stare at it for a long time. “Trinity, ring them.”
I flipped open the phone and dialed my aunt…
“Aunt Jane,” I greeted.
“Sweet! I have been worried. Are you okay?” Jane asked in a rush.
“I’m really good, Aunt Jane.”
“You need to call more often. My imagination has run wild.”
“I’m sorry. I know I should have called sooner.”
“You sound happy, my sweet.”
“I am happy. And I have something I need to tell you.”
“What is it?”
“This is between us. You can’t mention anything to mother. Promise me.”
“Trinity, you are scaring me. What is wrong?”
“There’s nothing wrong. But what I have to say, well, it might shock you so I need your promise you will keep this between us.”
“I promise,” Jane said. “Is this something I should sit down for?”
“Perhaps.”
“Oh Lord, Trinity.” Aunt Jane’s voice was stressed. “Okay. I am sitting. Tell me.”
“Aunt Jane, I met someone.”
Ashton brushed the back of his fingers across my cheek.
“Well,” Jane seemed to take a breath, “I am assuming by someone you mean someone other than Reid Addison.”
“Yes. Reid and I were not meant for each other.”
“Okay, well, what is his name?”
“I need to tell you all of it.”
“Okay,” Jane said a little more leery in tone.
“He is eight years older than me, but he is totally and without doubt the most gorgeous man I have ever seen; besides, age doesn’t matter.” The phone was silent. “Aunt Jane?”
“Trinity, if he is eight years older than you he’s…” I imagined the calculations grinding out in my aunt’s brain. “Twenty-seven.”
“Yes, but you didn’t let me finish. There’s so much more to him than just his fabulous outside; he has a wonderful inside too. He’s caring, generous, and he loves me Aunt Jane.”
“He told you he loved you?” Jane asked.
“Yes, and I am completely in love with him.”
“Trinity, I’m happy you are so happy, but you need to be careful. He has lived a life already where you are just beginning yours. I don’t want you to get your heart broken by this man.”
“Aunt Jane, he won’t break my heart.”
Ashton sat down on the foot of my bed, watching me pace as I absent-mindedly twirled a curl with my finger.
“Well, what is his name?”
“His name is Lord Ashton Braeden Willmont Archer, and he is an Earl.”
“Wait, he’s a what?”
“An Earl.”
“Like Earl Grey Tea?”
I giggled. “I’m not sure about Earl Grey Tea, Aunt Jane. Most everyone calls him Lord Archer.”
“You mean like in one of those English novels?”
“Yes, like in one of those English novels. He’s from England, and his father is a Duke. There is more, Aunt Jane.”
“I’m still trying to process what you are telling me. You are telling me you met a twenty-seven year old Earl from England, who you love and who you believe loves you, correct?”
“Yes.”
“Well I’m unsure of what to actually say. I’m a bit speechless,” Jane confessed.
“I married him, Aunt Jane. I’m Lady Archer now.”
A gasping breath, a stone cold silence then five heartbeats later Jane spluttered out, “Did you just say you married him?”
“Yes. I married him.”
“Trinity Lane Winslow, have you lost your mind!” Jane yelled.
“I’m Trinity Lane Archer, not Winslow. I married the man I love, so calm down, everything is going to be fine.”
“How can you tell me to calm down? Your mother is going to skin me alive when she hears this.”
“You promised you would not tell her.”
“Is this Lord Archer with you now?”
“Yes, we are staying in his chateau in France.”
“Put his ass on the phone. I want to speak with him.”
“Aunt Jane, you need to calm down,” I said. “I will not let you speak to him if you are going to be disrespectful to my husband.”
Ashton blinked then smiled at me.
“Husband,” Jane muttered, “I won’t be disrespectful. Put him on the phone.”
“My aunt would like to speak with you.”
Ashton reached out and took a hold of the phone. He placed his free hand to my cheek then kissed my lips softly.
“Do not worry,” he mouthed then smiled. He pressed something before he said, “Hello Jane.”
I was surprised to hear my aunt. Ashton had her on a speaker function on his phone.
Ashton chuckled. “You may call me Ashton. Lord Archer is not necessary.”
“Listen, Ashton,” she said, her tone more than disapproving, “I don’t know what kind of a scam you have going there, but my niece is very special and dear to my heart so let me assure you if one hair on her head is harmed, and I do mean one single hair, I can promise you Count, Earl, Lord or King, I will have your English ass in a sling.”
Ashton let out a guffaw. “Jane,” he said with honey dripping from his tongue, “allow me to set your mind at ease. I assure you I am not involved with a scam as you so eloquently pontificated. I am, however, without reservation, in love with your niece. I would move the stars for her. I live for her smiles; they alone light up my heart, so I can guarantee I would never in my lifetime harm her. I would die before I allowed anyone to harm her. Trinity is the very life which causes my heart to beat.”
“I hope you are telling me the truth, Ashton.”
“I can declare to you, every word I speak is the truth.”
“But married? She is only nineteen.”
“I apologize for the evident shock; however, I will not apologize for marrying Trinity.”
“You do understand this is going to kill her mother. I don’t even know how to tell Francis.”
“Would you and Francis like to come here? You can meet me, see I am telling you the truth. I can make the arrangements for the flight.”
“I can cover the cost of my own flight.”
“I would not hear of it. I will cover the cost,” Ashton assured.
“I can’t drag Francis onto an international flight without knowing why we are flying to…” Jane paused, “wait, where are we flying? France or England?”
“Trinity and I are leaving for England tomorrow, but I shall make the arrangements to bring you to my chateau in France next week, if you wish.”
“Okay,” Jane said. “I want to see Trinity.”
“Then shall I secure two tickets to France for your arrival next week?”
“Yes.”
“It shall be done,” Ashton said.
“Do you have a speaker phone?”
“Yes,” Ashton replied.