The difference between last night and tonight was marked; tonight their movements were slower, more luxurious, and Gabrielle was delighted to be able to explore her husband's body in a way she'd been unable to the night before. She pressed kisses against his chest and shoulders, giggling as he shuddered and groaned, moving her more swiftly towards the bed in response.
Tonight, he fell down on the bed on his back, completely naked and pulled her atop him.
"What are you doing?" she asked, as he arranged her so that he lay back with his head on a pillow while she straddled his waist. She blushed as he looked up at her, his lascivious eyes roaming over her body and drinking in the sight of her. Her loose hair swayed against her bare back, adding to the sensations, and she wondered if Molly had intended the hairstyle to be quite so sensuous or if it was a happy accident.
Strangely, she felt very vulnerable in this position. Her legs were splayed wide over his body, her breasts hanging down without anything covering them, and when he reached up to cup them, her blush burned even brighter.
"You might be a bit sore after last night, so I'm going to let you take charge this evening."
"Take charge?" The surprise and wonderment that filled her voice was unfeigned, and a little uncertain. She wasn't sure she wanted to be in charge; despite spying on the Marquess and Cordelia, not to mention the revelations of the night before, she still didn't feel like she knew what she was doing.
"Well, a bit." The rakish grin he gave her as he rolled her nipples between his fingers had her shivering as heat and need shot through her. She leaned forward into his touch, placing her hands on his chest to keep her balance as she gasped with pleasure. "I'm going to teach you how to ride me, princess."
"Alright," she said softly, meeting his gaze as he fondled her, feeling rather bold and yet shy at the same time. The hungry desire she saw in his dark eyes sent a surge of happiness through her. He wanted her.
Tugging on her nipples, he used them to force her to bend forward more, pulling her lips down to his. Gabrielle moaned with the mix of pleasure and pain emanating from her tiny buds, whimpering against his lips as her lower body met his and she rubbed her slick folds against his hard cock. They didn't feel too sore. In fact, she shifted her hips, feeling the blunt head slide through her wetness, seeking out the entrance to her body.
Feeling needy, she shifted again, pressing down and gasping into Felix's mouth as she finally found just the right spot and he began to stretch her open again. He groaned, one of his hands sliding away from her breast and around to her back, holding her in place as his hips surged upwards, pushing him deeper.
Now she understood what he meant by being sore...
Her insides burned as they stretched again, even though he wasn't fully inside of her, and Gabrielle moaned. Immediately, Felix released his hold on her, moving both of his hands to her hips and pushing her up.
Dark eyes regarded her with constrained patience, his fingers tense on her lower back. "Ride me, sweetheart, just like you would a horse. You control how fast we go."
"I believe I told you I'm not very good at riding," she muttered, making him chuckle. His manhood moved inside of her and she clenched around him, leaning forward a little to keep herself from sliding down completely on him.
"I'll help," he said, his voice full of mischief and erotic promise.
Before she could question just how he meant to do that, his hands were lifting her up and then, just as he was about to slide out of her body, began to pull her back down. Gabrielle gasped, her head falling back at the sensation of sinking down onto him. When she whimpered and tightened, the feeling of being filled, of her body stretching to receive him becoming almost painful, Felix immediately reversed direction and began to lift her up again.
While she hadn't much experience riding a horse, she still immediately understood what he was about and her body relaxed into it. Her thighs strained as she rose and fell, lowering herself a little more fully onto him each time. Even as her inner channel burned, pleasure bubbled along her senses; and she found that she truly enjoyed watching Felix strain and groan as she moved over him. His eyes were mostly fixed on her breasts as they bounced, although sometimes he looked up to watch her face as well, as interested in her expressions as she was in his.
Once she was finally seated fully upon him, his cock thick and pulsing inside of her body, Felix moved his hands from her waist back up to her breasts, cupping and squeezing them gently.
"Ride me, princess," he said throatily, lifting his hips as if to help her start.
He pinched her nipples and Gabrielle moaned as she began to move again, sliding up and down on his cock, shuddering at the sheer pleasure of it. The discomfort and burning was fading away, making space for her growing passion as her honey coated his rod, making each thrust easier, more pleasurable.
There was power in being on top, and yet not for one second did she forget that Felix could wrest away this illusion of control with very little effort on his part. She was riding him because he wanted her to, and if he wanted to roll her on her back, there would be nothing she could do to stop him, even if she wanted to.
This position was very different from last night. She was able to press her sensitive folds down against his body, rubbing her pleasure bud on his groin as her muscles tightened around his cock, increasing her ecstasy. Felix's hands were free to roam and he took full advantage of it, caressing every inch of her that he could reach, returning again and again to torment and arouse her breasts and nipples. When his hand slid down her stomach and between her thighs, the pads of his fingers rubbing against her swollen bud, she nearly screamed at the intense sensation.
Her thighs trembled and then collapsed as she rubbed herself against his finger.
******
Poor, tired beauty... Felix had enjoyed watching Gabrielle moving above him, pleasuring herself with his body, but it was clear that she was running out of energy. They would certainly have to turn her into more of a horsewoman, so that she would have more stamina for this position. Still, it had accomplished what he'd wanted... she'd realized some of her own sexual power, he'd introduced her to another avenue of pleasure, and he'd been able to enjoy watching her while also ensuring they moved at a pace she could handle.
Flexing his stomach muscles, Felix sat up, curling his arms around Gabrielle and flipping her over onto her back with him above her, his cock still embedded deeply inside of her. Gabrielle shrieked with surprise, her green eyes wide with excitement as he reversed their positions. She arched beneath him, squirming into a more comfortable position as she pulled her hair out from under her back. It flowed across the pillow and sheets like a dark curtain.
Bloody hell.
As much as he liked seeing the bounty of her hair, she'd better never wear it like this anywhere outside of the house. Felix was feeling strangely jealous over it... he didn't want any other men seeing even a single lock of her unbound hair.
"I'm sorry."
The quiet apology brought him out of his jealous seething. "What?" He looked down at her, confused.
"I'm sorry that I couldn't keep um, riding you." Gabrielle's gaze flitted away uncomfortably, a blush staining her cheeks.
"Oh sweetheart," he said with a wicked chuckle. "I'm not. Now it's my turn to ride you."
And then he started to move.
One day she'd have the muscles to ride him with abandon for as long as it took her to climax. That she didn't currently didn't bother him at all. It just meant that he was able to take his preferred place - atop her.
She whimpered and gasped as he thrust with long, slow strokes, designed to tantalize her passions and draw out her pleasure. Although she'd been close when she'd been atop him, she hadn't quite managed to reach her own peak... the delay would actually increase her pleasure now that he'd taken control.
Taking her hands, he wound his fingers through hers as he pinned them down to the bed on either side of her head, lowering his mouth to her breast to take one
pert nipple between his lips. Gabrielle keened at the loss of the control, the swell of pleasure. Just as he'd thought, her pussy tightened around him immediately, clenching rhythmically as her climax neared. His feisty, spirited girl liked to be dominated. Last night had not been a fluke. Even without the spanking, she responded to his control, his sensual authority over her.
It was enough to make a man lose his head.
Groaning, Felix thrust hard and fast, releasing her nipple with a pop as he began to move too quickly to keep hold of it in his mouth. Gabrielle's legs wrapped around him, spreading her thighs wide as her hips canted upwards and she writhed beneath him. Her struggles to move her arms only aroused them both as she screamed out her orgasm and he pounded into her, feeling her spasming around him.
With a choked cry, Felix thrust in hard and deep, burying himself inside the hot clasp of her body and letting his own pleasure spill. She clenched around, milking his throbbing cock and draining him of every ounce of seed as they shuddered together in ecstasy.
He panted as he rested his weight on his forearms, placing them on the outside of hers, his grip on her hands softening. Tenderness flowed through him as he pressed kissed to her hairline, moving his lips down the side of her face and over to her mouth. Her eyes were closed, lashes fluttering slightly as he kissed her. Beneath him, he could feel her breasts heaving, pressing against his chest as she caught her breath.
Pressing his lips to hers, he kissed her, slowly and softly, without the urgency that had plagued him before. This was pure enjoyment as his tongue explored her mouth, a kiss for the sake of a kiss, and not something that he'd ever done with any other woman. But with Gabrielle, even though their passion was spent, he still couldn't get enough of her. And she kissed him back, sweetly and submissively, pliant beneath his touch.
When he pulled away, those brilliant green eyes opened again and looked up at him, filled with feminine softness. "Did I do it right?"
It took him a moment to realize that she was speaking of riding him. Chuckling, he rolled off of her and onto his back, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her against him so that he could cuddle her close. This submissive side of hers that he'd tapped into was eager for praise and Felix found her to be utterly adorable and completely irresistible. A fiery spirit and submissive eagerness? He was a hell of a lucky man.
"Sweetheart, you were perfect."
******
The splash didn't get Felix's immediate attention, but the sharp cry of pain certainly did.
He'd taken Gabrielle out to the creek again, figuring he could stand to share her for the morning as long as he could take the afternoon. He wanted to spend some time teaching her how to ride a horse. She'd been hesitant but willing when he'd suggested his plan for the day. Felix hoped that being on horseback would mean they could go a bit farther afield and he would have some time to woo her in the light of day.
Not that he was unhappy with their time together at night, but his mother had pulled him aside and suggested he find more ways to romance Gabrielle during the day. Exactly how she'd expected him to do that yesterday when she'd claimed Gabrielle's company for the afternoon, he wasn't entirely sure, but the contradiction didn't seem to bother his mother. When he'd suggested riding, she'd nodded approvingly and then whispered a suggestion to bring a small picnic with him before she'd left the dining room.
Gabrielle had been delighted to return to the creek and the children, as he'd expected. He'd rather been enjoying himself as well, especially since it was much cooler by the water than it was at the house.
"My lord!" One of the little girls squealed as he spun around to see what the commotion was. Little Beth was standing beside Gabrielle, who was sitting in the water, her skirts around her knees and her face pale as a ghost. "My Lord, she fell!"
The little girl looked ready to cry, her small hands tugging on Gabrielle's sleeve, blonde ringlets hanging damply from being splashed when Gabrielle had fallen.
"I'm alright, Beth," Gabrielle said, gasping slightly. "I just need a moment."
As Felix approached, he could see the pain in her bright eyes. They were shining like emeralds, awash with a glistening sheen of tears that she was attempting to blink back. Beth's older sister had come running up and was now holding Beth's hand in support, giving Felix a look of apology.
"Put your arms around my neck," he instructed his wife, sliding his hands into the water beneath her. She squeaked, sucking in a breath as he lifted her.
"It's my ankle," she whispered as he straightened, her voice filled with pain that she was obviously trying to hide from the children. "I set down my foot wrong and it caught..."
"Is she alright, my Lord?" Trevor asked. He was standing in the middle of a semi-circle of the boys, all of them watching Felix and Gabrielle with concern. The girls, other than Beth and her sister, were standing on the creek bank, watching in silence. Some of the older ones were looking at him with admiration as he carefully secured Gabrielle in his grip.
"Just a little slip," Gabrielle said, forcing cheer into her voice, before Felix could respond. "Nothing to worry about."
Except, even without inspecting her legs, Felix could tell she'd hurt her left ankle. It was pinker and already a little swollen compared to the right.
"I'm going to take her back to the house," he told the children, their little faces solemn with concern. "Be careful playing out here, we don't want anyone else getting hurt."
They shook their heads, promising to be careful, and Felix started off towards the house. As soon as they were out of sight of the clearing, Gabrielle let out a little whimper of pain, leaning into his shoulder as if drawing on him for strength.
"Just hold on, sweetheart," he murmured, lengthening his stride and trying not to jostle her too much as he hurried back towards the house.
******
The throbbing pain in her ankle flared every few steps that Felix took as her leg jiggled. Gabrielle clung to him, biting her lip to keep from crying out. She was already causing him enough trouble, falling and twisting her ankle, and now he had to carry her all the way back to the house. He'd started out moving quickly enough, and while his speed hadn't slowed, she could feel his body straining at the exertion, and he was breathing much more heavily.
She kept waiting for him to yell at her for being so clumsy, but instead he just kept murmuring reassurances, telling her that they were almost at the house. Maybe he'd yell at her there? Part of her couldn't believe that he was still carrying her the whole way. Even through her pain, she admired his strength and chivalry.
Someone must have seen them from the window, because the housekeeper met them at the back door, opening it so that Felix could carry her inside.
"I've sent a maid to fetch your mother," Mrs. Wainwright said, waving her hand at Felix and directing him towards the closest chaise. "And another for some ice. Do we need to call for a doctor?"
"No," Gabrielle said immediately, her anxiety spiking. She squeaked as Felix set her down on the chaise and she realized she was still quite damp. "Oh dear, my skirts are still all wet!"
Immediately she tried to stand, before she ruined the piece of furniture, but then cried out and fell back. Her ankle felt like a sharp spike had been thrust through it when she tried to stand.
"Sit, don't move," Felix ordered, in a hard voice. Gabrielle blinked through her tears, staring up at him. She'd never heard him speak in quite that manner, even when he'd bossed her around before... even when he'd threatened to spank her.
"But I'll get the chair all wet," she protested, not completely cowed, despite the strange note in his voice. She could only imagine what such a piece of furniture cost and how upset his parents might be if she ruined it with damp.
Felix ignored her, kneeling down to pick up her foot as the housekeeper went to get some towels. His hands were surprisingly gentle as he lifted her foot onto his knee and inspected her ankle. It was a bright pink color now and very swollen. Gabrielle bit her lip as she looked at her
injured limb. The throbbing pain went all the way up to her knee, making her whimper as Felix very gently removed her walking boot and then cupped her ankle, pressing very gently with his fingers and testing its movement.
"Definitely not broken, just sprained," he said, his voice soothing, running his fingers up and down her calf. "You'll need to stay off it for a while."
Nodding her head, Gabrielle braced herself for the censure and scolding, possibly yelling, that she'd been waiting for. At least Felix didn't seem inclined to summon the doctor. Knowing that her clumsiness actually cost money always worsened the reaction her father had to any of her injuries.
"What's wrong? What happened?" Mother practically flew into the room, a look of worry on her face. Gabrielle cringed, wishing she could slide off of the chaise before Mother saw the wet skirts draped over the expensive damask fabric, but since Felix wasn't moving and he still had Gabrielle's foot on his knee, there was nowhere for her to go. The housekeeper followed, with some towels, and a maid with ice.
"Gabrielle took a bit of a fall," Felix said, looking up at his mother, taking the ice from the maid and packing it into a towel. Gabrielle started in surprise at the complete lack of irritation in his voice. Now that he knew she hadn't broken anything, and considering the distance he'd had to carry her back to the household, his lack of ire was a bit shocking to her. "She'll need to stay off her feet for at least a week."
"Oh you poor dear," Mother said, leaning over to inspect Gabrielle's ankle as Felix pressed the towel-wrapped ice to it. Gabrielle hissed out a low breath of pain and relief as the heat in her ankle subsided.
Next to the Viscountess' spotless appearance in a lilac muslin day dress, her hair braided and secured around her head, Gabrielle felt a bit like a wet goose, but no one seemed perturbed. No one yelled or even scolded. Not even when Felix lifted her up from the chaise to carry her up to her rooms and it was obvious that a large, slightly muddy wet spot had been left on the chaise by her skirts.
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