His Wanton Marchioness

by Sorcha Mowbray

  “I know. I know you’d never intentionally hurt me.” She lay there, waiting for him to do as he wished.

  His cock thickened, lengthened. He wanted to sink inside her, but first, he wanted to see her cheeks pink with heat. Heat that he caused.

  He drew his arm back and let his hand smack against one mound. Her breath hitched. He repeated the movement on her other cheek. He did it again, two more times. And then she moaned, low and rich. He reveled in that sure sign that her arousal was as strong as his. He continued with more spanks, for a total of ten, before he needed to touch her. Then he reached between her legs and found her pussy wet and welcoming of his touch.

  Sliding two fingers inside her, he took in her heat and the tight clasp of her body. He flashed back to their wedding night and how tight she’d been wrapped around him that first time. She was his. She belonged to him, completely and utterly. He reached down with his thumb and stroked over her engorged nub, sending a series of shivers through her body. He continued to work his fingers in and out while he dragged his thumb over that sensitive spot again and again.

  Her hips bucked and groaned. “Alex.”

  Good God, his name on her lips was a balm to his soul. A benediction that burned away as lust ignited. He kept pumping in and out of her until she went rigid and cried out. “Don’t stop, Alex! Yes!”

  He growled, satisfaction and desire colliding. “That’s it, come for me, love.”

  She continued to wriggle and moan in his arms until she slowly seemed to settle. Finally, he helped her up and then brought her back into his lap. He snuggled her close as her skirts pooled around them. He wanted to sink deep inside her, but first, she needed a moment to recover. Then they could continue.

  ~

  Her head spun as she lay in Alex’s arms. She felt so close to him, she couldn’t imagine thinking of him as Carlisle in that moment. Cool air slipped beneath her skirts to kiss her spank-warmed backside. Her breath shuddered in her chest as her heart raced. He had spanked her, and she had loved it. And now, the way he held her, cradled her in his arms? It was pure heaven.

  But despite her current state of contentment, she could feel his continued arousal. The way his cock strained for her. Determined to show him she was not afraid of him or his desires, she pushed up to her feet, pressed him back into the couch, and then dropped to her knees.

  He grunted when she reached down and opened his trousers. His large hand reached out and arrested her progress. She looked up to see why. “Lizzy, you don’t have to do this.”

  Laughter pealed out of her. “Of course, I don’t. I want to do this. I need to taste you. In all the months we’ve been married, I’ve not had the chance to explore you. To learn your body. Would you deny me?” She stared at him hard, waiting for a response.

  He clenched his jaw until a muscle ticked. “Never,” he growled as he released her hands.

  “A wise choice, Alex.” She smiled at him, feeling pleased at the change in her husband, though clearly, it was a hard-fought battle for him.

  Reaching into his pants, she pulled his stiff length out and took in the sight. He was long and thick, his shaft covered in veins that made him ridged in places. His head flared to a wide tip where a bead of clear moisture had gathered. Curious, she leaned over and dragged her tongue over the tip. She was not surprised to find a saltiness to his taste, but she was surprised that she liked it. Marie had prepared her for this moment, offered her some tips on how to pleasure him. And as she looked up to find his head tipped back and his eyes closed, she knew what she was doing was effective. So she returned her focus to his cock and popped the head into her mouth.

  He groaned as she pushed down over him, taking more, little by little. Then his body began to tremble as he snaked a hand into her hair, sending pins spilling to the floor. The pinging sound punctuated the moment as she breathed through her nose and pushed further down.

  “Good God, Lizzy. Stop. Stop, or this will end too soon.” He demanded even as he pulled her off his cock with a fist in her hair.

  She came up blinking and a bit disoriented. “Did I do it wrong?”

  He chuckled darkly. “No, my sweet. You were perfect. But I intend to spill inside of you. There will be other nights for you to test my mettle.”

  “But, I—”

  “Do not argue with me, or I shall paddle your behind again for being disagreeable.” He narrowed his gaze at her.

  She couldn’t help but laugh at him. “Are you trying to entice me to argue with you?”

  “Come here.” He reached out to help her stand.

  Together they gathered her skirts and pushed them out of the way as she straddled his thighs. She ached between her legs again, eager to have him slide inside her once more. Determined, she took hold of his cock and aligned it to her opening. Pressing him inside, she sank down slowly, taking him in inch by inch.

  “Are you trying to kill me, wife?” Alex gritted his teeth and wrapped his hands around her waist.

  Tipping her head back, she braced her hands on his shoulders and continued to slowly take him. “We’ve waited so long for this. I want to relish the moment. Remember how it feels to have you invade my body and take possession of me in case it takes a while for another performance.”

  “Oh, do not fret on that point. I assure you we shall be doing this frequently and with great vigor.” He punctuated his point with a hard upward thrust of his hips as he pulled her down at the same time. She gasped, suddenly stuffed full of him. Then after a moment, she sighed in pleasure. He felt so right, lodged deep in her pussy as he was. She loved this. She loved him.

  Determined to keep control, she lifted up and slid back down. She set a bruising pace after that, raising and lowering over his length. At some point, she couldn’t recall when precisely, Alex had worked her breasts free of her bodice. Now, as she rode him, he leaned forward and captured one tip in his mouth. He suckled and drew on her peak, and pleasure zipped through her body right to where they were joined. “Oh, Alex. Yes!”

  He released her breast and moved to the other as she continued to work herself on his cock. Then she hit bottom and rolled her hips, and bliss sparked over her entire body. She did that each time she sank down, and before she had strung an intention together, her body exploded in raw sensation. She ground against him, crying out as her orgasm flowed over her, through her, and around her. Alex held her, encouraging her through the entire release until she felt like pudding.

  After, he helped her stand up, took her to the end of the couch, and bent her over the arm. Still lethargic from her release, she did as he prodded, bending over with her backside up in the air. Then he shredded what was left of her undergarments before he pushed into her body. “So, wet and tight. Lizzy, you feel amazing.”

  She moaned, relishing the way this angle made him feel bigger and thicker inside her.

  “Do you want to come again?” He asked as he leisurely slid in and out of her.

  Tingles danced up her spine. “Yes, Alex. I want to come with you.”

  “Good girl, then play with your nipples; I’ll take care of the rest.” And he followed through immediately when he stroked a finger over her sensitive nub. As he pounded into her, she pulled on her own nipple with one hand as she balanced on the other. He rubbed circles over her clit that had her pushing back into his thrusts and bucking like a wild horse. Just as she was certain she couldn’t take more, he smacked her bottom. When the heat from his spank curled through her body, she exploded again. And this time, he came with her.

  Together they rode out the pleasure revelling in the closeness and the warmth they shared. She couldn’t remember a more perfect moment with him. Not even her wedding day.

  ~

  Three days later, they had returned to London together. The carriage ride home had been far more pleasant than her ride there. She grinned as she remembered how they whiled away the hours. Her delightful husband had introduced her to all of the oral pleasures a man and woman could share as well as th
e joy of riding him over a rutted path. As he had promised, they came together frequently and with vigor!

  “My lady, Lady Heartfield is here to see you.” The butler announced.

  “What a lovely surprise. Please show her here.” Lizzy loved entertaining in her morning room. It was so sunny and warm, she spent most of her day there.

  A few moments later, Marie appeared, a wide grin on her face as she took Lizzy in. “You are positively glowing!”

  Lizzy nodded. “I am. Everything is wonderful now.”

  “Excellent! I had hoped your husband would listen, but one can never be too certain,” she said as she took a seat on the settee next to Lizzy. They leaned toward each other for a hug and then separated as a masculine voice sounded. “I am smart enough to know good advice when I hear it.” Alex drawled as he strode in. “Even if it was a little hard to digest.”

  “Yes, well, most anything would have been in the state I found you.” Marie laughed.

  “Indeed.” He bowed to her. “But I do owe you my thanks for making me realize what a fool I’d been.”

  “Oh, I have no doubt you would have puzzled it out on your own eventually, but I’m not sure poor Lizzy could have survived waiting that long.”

  “Indeed, not!” Lizzy assured them both as her husband came to her side and kissed her. “You look handsome this morning. Are you off for a morning ride?”

  He nodded. “I am. I plan to stop by White’s on the way back to take care of a bit of business. I shall see you for dinner and a quiet evening at home.”

  “That sounds wonderful. Have a lovely ride,” Lizzy offered as he strode from the morning room.

  Lizzy turned back to her dear friend. “Now, tell me all about what I missed while rusticating.”

  Lady Heartfield did just that as they passed an amicable morning.

  ~

  Lizzy was sitting at her dressing table, still in her wrapper, when Carlisle opened their adjoining door. “Good evening, wife.”

  “Good evening, husband.” They both still got silly grins when they called each other husband and wife.

  He strode across the room and pressed a kiss to her neck as she put one last pin in place to secure her hair. He sniffed under her ear and moaned softly. “You do smell delicious, sweetheart.”

  “Thank you. Though if you keep that up, we will not make it downstairs to have dinner, and cook would be very cross with us,” she warned him playfully.

  He mock shuddered. “I have no desire to upset cook. She is a terrifying woman when she wields that frying pan of hers. I’ve heard the footmen speak of both her temper and her aim.”

  “She would never threaten you with a frying pan.” Lizzy laughed.

  “Yes, well, let’s not push our luck on that front. Are you almost ready?”

  “Nearly. My hair was being rather uncooperative today.” Lizzy sighed.

  “I love your hair. You should leave it down when we eat at home alone,” he said as he fished a pin out of her coiffure.

  “Carlisle! Stop it! I spent forever getting it to cooperate.” She swatted his hands, but he persisted in pulling the very pins out of her hair she had finally coaxed into place. Her hair hung down her back in long blonde waves as he ran his fingers through the strands.

  “I love touching your hair. Now I have no need to fear mussing your carefully structured style.” His voice held no apology.

  She feigned annoyance as she conceded. “Very well. But you cannot possibly run your hands through my hair while simultaneously eating dinner.”

  He let one brow rise. “I thought we had established my ability to do more than one activity at a time. Just the other night—”

  Lizzy leaped to her feet and clapped her hands over his mouth. “Hush! Sarah is in the closet.” She darted a nervous look at the door to her closet. “Though she has been in there so long, I fear my gowns may have entrapped her. I really need to discard some of my old clothes if I expect to buy anything new.”

  Carlisle peeled her hands off his mouth. “Nonsense. You should expand your closet.”

  “I suppose I could give up some of this room. I barely use it as it is beyond dressing.” She considered the possibility.

  “You do sleep in my room every night.” He waggled his brows suggestively. “You could convert this room into a wardrobe and dressing room. Take the bed out and make the closet as huge as you need.”

  “Hhhmmm…” She looked around for a moment. “I could also include a nursery.”

  He stilled. “A nursery?”

  She nodded. “Eventually, I imagine we will have children.”

  He released his breath on a rush of air. “That was rather terrifying. I eventually want children, but I must say I am enjoying having you all to myself for the moment. You have enough sponges for the moment?”

  “I do. And I agree. I must be the luckiest woman in the world to have a husband as understanding as you.” She sighed softly and wrapped her hands around his neck. “I love you, Alexander.”

  She swore she felt his heart skip a beat, and then a huge grin broke out on his face. “I love you too, Lizzy.”

  Tears of joy welled in her eyes, making his face go blurry. “You do?”

  He laughed. “Of course I do. I chased you halfway across England. How could you not know?”

  She leaned back. “You never said the words. How was I to truly know when you never said it?”

  “I say it every night with my body, my lips, my tongue, and my cock,” he chided huskily. “But I should have also given you the words. Can you forgive me?”

  Before she could respond, he swept her into a kiss, long and deep. With his arms wrapped around her, he refused to release her, even when Sarah finally emerged from the closet and let out a squeak of surprise to find them in an intimate moment. Lizzy assumed Sarah left the room, she couldn’t be sure because Carlisle’s kiss was so thorough she felt it from her head to her toes and deep in her soul.

  The End

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