“Pinch me, Andrew, so I know I’m awake.”
He smiled down into her beautiful face, “I think I’ll do something better.” Pulling her against him, he bent his head and captured her lips in a slow, sensuous kiss. Lust swept through him and he had to control his hunger for her. He wanted to take her, possess her, to ravage her soft mouth with his own lips and tongue. Tamping down his carnal nature he bade her softly, “Open your mouth for me. I want to taste you now.”
When she hesitated, he captured her lower lip between his teeth and nipped her. As he soothed the mild injury with his tongue she gasped at the sensation and he capitalized on the opportunity. His tongue drove inside tasting the warm sweetness and then proceeded to make her his own and plunged, played, lapped and licked the warm recesses of her mouth. Overheated by her taste, her scent and the feel of her soft body against his hardness, he gathered the yards of muslin in his large hands and pulled it up her body. “Let’s get this ridiculous gown off you.”
The cool air of the chamber hitting her exposed skin flustered her. “But the lamps My Lord, it is indecent.”
A pop sounded and then a stingy burn exploded on her bottom. She yelped in surprise. “I will not have you ‘My Lording’ me in my own bedroom, wife. Call me anything but My Lord during the heat of passion, but I will not remind you of this again. Is it so hard to think of me as your husband and lover?”
“I’m sorry Andrew, but all of this is so new to me. Please, be patient....”
“Of a certainty, but I must insist on this one simple rule in our bedchamber. I will have intimacy between us.”
“Yes Andrew, I will do better. I promise.” Suddenly, she started sobbing. He looked down at her in alarm. He had given her nothing more than a gentle love pat; surely she wasn’t overset about that little swat.
“Sweetness, what is it? Did I hurt you?”
“No. But I am such a ninny hammer, Andrew. I don’t know what to do, or how to act, or what you expect. Mama only said…” Embarrassed, she couldn’t repeat it. Surely from what she had overheard her few married friends say, the marriage bed was not all that bad. Some had even said they enjoyed the bedsport with their husbands. Others said they sought out their husbands and asked for it. They said they were trying to be a lady in the parlor, but a whore in the bedroom in hopes of keeping their men from seeking out mistresses. Their plan was whispered secretively in the privacy of rooms far away from their prim mothers’ and prudish chaperones’ ears. They would be horrified if they knew these young women spoke of “the act”, let alone enjoyed it.
“Exactly what did your mother tell you?”
She shook her head violently and hid her flaming face against his chest. She was beginning to enjoy having his strong arms around her and the feel of his springy chest hair tickling her cheek. “I couldn’t repeat it.”
“You can and you will, Cecilia. I need to know how much damage she has done so I can make the necessary repairs.”
“Well… she told me to let my husband…, uh, she was telling me this in the most general of terms, you see. She gave me this little lesson right before my debut.” He lifted her chin and gave her a look that let her know he knew she was stalling. “Well… she told me to do what Her Majesty, Queen Victoria suggested.”
“What is that?”
“She said Her Majesty gave her eldest daughter this same advice, so it should be good enough for an Earl’s daughter.”
“Out with it Cecilia, before I lose my patience. What was this sage piece of wisdom she laid at your feet?”
“She said to… lie back, close my eyes and think of England.”
There was a long pause and then he began to shake. Before long he was howling with laughter and had pulled her close enough that she felt every shake and shudder that passed through him. He continued with his amusement until he finally slowed to an occasional chuckle.
“That is a tale bandied about by old biddies who aim to discourage the wanton ways of young innocents like yourself. Take for example our beloved monarch. She loved Prince Albert madly, her four years of full mourning following his death illustrates that fact. Although she has a strict moral code for what should be seen and heard in public, the queen is actually a very sensual and romantic woman in private. She is an artist, and has drawn several male nudes, one of which she gave to her husband as a gift. I know this for a fact because I have seen it.”
Flabbergasted, Cici stared at him with her mouth open. He chuckled at her expression and taking a long finger to her chin, gently closed her mouth. “Dear one, I know you are young and naïve, but surely you have to know how they ended up with nine children.”
While they spoke he had been stealthily guiding her toward the bed. A maid had already turned it down, so all he had to do was free her from her gown and tuck her straight in. When he had accomplished this task and she lay in his bed without a stitch of clothing, he turned his back and rid himself of his last article of clothing, his trousers. He already had an impressive cock stand and not wishing to intimidate her further, he kept his front side carefully averted as he followed her in under the covers.
Pulling her up against him, he gently stroked her hair in long sweeps down her back. It was silky soft, and smelled sweetly of vanilla and some other scent he couldn’t place. He continued to gentle her, speaking softly into her ear. “It will be alright if you just trust me. Can you do that?”
She nodded and he noticed with amusement that her eyes were tightly closed and her hands gripped the linen sheet so tight her knuckles were white. “Relax my beautiful bride.” He soothed her as he gently but firmly pulled the sheet from her grip. “Let me look at you.”
“Can’t we just get it over with?”
“Absolutely not, I intend to savor each moment with you. Now, open your eyes and look at your husband. I won’t have you lying there thinking of England.” He waited for her to comply. “Now, Cecilia.”
Obeying just enough to avoid further scolding, she peeked up at him between barely cracked lids. In the dimly lit room he could just make out the deep green of her eyes. “You can do better. Open them for me. I want to see all of you.”
Finally, she looked at him. “I want to share something special with you.” Grinning, he bent his head and brushed her lips with his. “Despite what all the prim and proper old ladies of the ton espouse, pleasure can be found in the marriage bed and I mean to show you that.” Gently pressing kisses over her cheek and across her jaw, he rolled her to her back and began to move his hands over her arms and soft shoulders.
“Scandalous as it seems to you now, I assure you that men and women, husband and wives, and lovers throughout the ages have found copulation joyous and mutually agreeable.” His kisses wended their way to her neck and chest then across the upper curves of her breasts. He heard her begin to pant as he approached one of her most private areas. Pushing back, he lifted his chest off hers and gazed down at her bountiful breasts. Once again he thanked fate and divine intervention for his fortune. His new wife was stunning, with the prettiest full rounded breasts tipped with rosy pink nipples. He lowered his head and blowing a gentle stream of his warm breath over her skin, watched as her nipples peaked. “Exquisite.”
Unable to resist, he sipped a tender bud into his mouth and sucked gently. Her sharply indrawn breath signaled her arousal and he felt her press against him as she instinctively arched into his mouth. He played at her breasts for a long while, sucking, licking and gently biting the firm peaks. Then he rose above her, bending his head and fixing her with his gaze.
“As my wife, you belong to me now, Cecilia. I have the honor of guiding, protecting, and caring for you. I take that responsibility seriously. All that I ask is that you submit to me and I shall take care of you, always.” His hands began gliding over her entire body, claiming each and every part as he caressed her. “This glorious mouth is mine...” He kissed the lips he praised, and then progressed lower. “...as is your smooth soft skin and these breasts with their deliciou
sly firm nipples.” Putting words into action he plucked the tight peaks gently. Large hands smoothed over her narrow waist and softly rounded tummy, spreading out over her rounded hips. He slid one hand underneath her and palmed a full bottom check, pulling her more firmly against his body. Instinctively, he rubbed his length against her.
“These hips and this gorgeous, full derriere are mine; all of you, from the top of your head to the bottom of your tiny toes belong to me.” Abandoning her tantalizing breasts, he slid down until he rested on his side between her legs. He then reached for the soft red patch of hair at the apex of her thighs.
“And this velvety soft area between your legs is mine as well; to touch, to tease and yes, even to lick and to taste. You belong to me now Cecilia and I plan to take full advantage of your charms. I will have you often and possess your body until it learns to crave mine. I promise.” He pressed warm wet kisses against her soft belly and pubis.
“And are you mine also, Andrew?”
“Absolutely, I am not only your husband, but your lord and master, your protector, mentor, and guide. And soon, very soon, I will be your lover. Now along that path, I want you to spread your legs for me, so I may claim what is mine.”
She parted her thighs as ordered, but not enough to his liking. “Wider, my sweet bride, I have to be able to lie fully between your soft thighs in order to take your virginity.”
“Oh Andrew, the things you say are frightfully lurid.”
“Does it make you feel wanton and naughty?”
“I fear so, husband.”
“Excellent, then I am doing my job.” Rising to his knees, he wrapped his big hands around her thighs and spread her legs. “I want your legs this far apart.”
She squealed in alarm as he separated her thighs and bared her most private of places. What he did next was shockingly intimate. He bent at the waist and lowered his mouth to her moist and fragrant center and licked her. “You taste better than Cook’s honey almond cake. Every time I taste honey from now on I’ll think of your sweet, sweet muff.”
“Andrew!” Shocked at his vulgarity, she couldn’t help but be rendered speechless.
“What would you rather I call this - your woman’s parts? Surely not, it's too clinical and impersonal to reference such a beautiful part of your body. I can’t imagine saying woman’s parts while rife with passion. How about quivering quim? No?” He looked up at her from between her thighs and grinned wickedly teasing her and making the bed play fun and lightening the mood. “What about the charming Miss Laycock?” A giggle escaped so he pressed onward. “Or my fruitful vine? Then there’s always my cock’s alley?”
“Oh Andrew,” she gasped and a full throated laugh escaped. “You are incorrigible.”
“I am that.” Suddenly, he smiled wickedly as he recalled a rather ribald comment made recently by a friend. “I heard the perfect reference the other day. Some call this little piece of heaven “the old hat”.”
“What?”
“Yes dear, the old hat… which is frequently felt.” He dove back between her legs and soon her laughter turned into a beautiful melody of ‘oo’s’ and ‘ah’s’ and ‘oh Andrew’s.’ He was convinced that it was now his favorite song.
Andrew worked diligently, tasting and lapping at her moist heat. “I could just call it what we men call it in private - sweet, sweet pussy. Because when I stroke it, you purr just like a kitten.” He then took a finger and carefully inserted it, testing her capacity.
Although expecting it to eventually happen, she stiffened at the foreign invasion into her body. “Easy, now, I am just preparing you to take me inside.” Gliding his finger in and out of her slick sheath, his own tension eased as he saw her body relax into the motion. “Does that give you pleasure?”
“Yes Andrew, more pleasure than I ever thought possible.”
Adding another finger, he pressed in deeper, but slowly. She was tight and when he bumped into the proof of her innocence, it nearly unmanned him. “I am going to take you now. I’ll be gentle, but you will still feel a pinch, or maybe a sharp pain. After this first time there will only be pleasure.” As he aligned their hips, he pressed his hard length against her opening then glanced up at her beautiful face. He noticed it was tight with anxiety and she had her eyes closed tightly once again, as if waiting for the guillotine blade to fall. Dipping just inside her, he settled himself than pressed his face close to hers and teased. “Eyes open. I want you to think of you and me, not England.”
As her eyes flew open, he pressed forward slowly, dominantly claiming ownership of her body. He would work on her heart and soul in time. When the head of his shaft bumped up against her maidenhead, she yelped.
“It hurts, Andrew.” Involuntarily, she pressed her small hands against his chest, beginning to panic. He was so much bigger than her and although she hadn’t seen his shaft, now knew that part of him was proportionate in size. “Please, stop. You’re too big or I’m too small. We don’t fit.”
Capturing her hands, he pressed them against the mattress and held them there, firmly but gently. He didn’t want to scare her more than she already was. “Easy sweetness, you will stretch to accommodate my size. Your body is made for this.” Although he spoke to reassure her, he didn’t stop the steady pressure. He knew it would be easier for her to get through the difficult part quickly.
“Relax and breathe, Cici. Trust me. There will just be a few more moments of discomfort, then pleasure. Can you trust me to know what is best?”
She looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. She did trust him, even though they were practically strangers; she had a feeling she really could trust this man.
“I need an answer, sweetheart. You are very wet and I will be able to slide right in and put an end to the pain so that pleasure may follow.”
Closing her eyes tightly, she nodded her head. “All right Andrew, I’ll trust you to take care of me.”
Smiling at her words and without further delay, he pressed forward and took her innocence, making her his own. She hissed and stiffened below him when he felt the thin membrane tear and he sank fully into her heat. Her nails bit deeply into his shoulders, but he ignored the discomfort. He considered it an even exchange for the pain he had caused her. Allowing her time to adjust to his possession, he bent his head and began spreading soft kisses across her flushed face. He lapped up her tears with his hot tongue, whispering encouragement between kisses. He told her how sweet she tasted and how good she felt surrounding him.
After a few minutes embedded in her exquisite heat, he could stand it no more and slowly began to move. Looking down upon her expressive face, he watched for signs of pain and panic. Thankfully, he just saw an intent look as if she were concentrating on the sensations. “Has it eased some, sweetness?”
“Yes.” Raising her eyes, she looked at him in amazement. “There was a burning at first but that has eased off leaving a sense of…” She stopped to consider what she was feeling. “It’s a sense of fullness and something else.”
“What else?”
Blushing, she tried to turn away, but he captured her chin and gently turned her face toward him.
“Cecilia, I asked you a question. What else are you feeling?”
“A tingling sensation in my breasts and between my… It's like a pressure building, in my belly and lower.” Not knowing how to explain it she stopped. She had never felt anything like it before. “Do you think something is wrong with me, Andrew?”
“No, sweetheart,” he suppressed a chuckle, bending his head once again to place a string of kisses from her lips, across her cheek and to her ear. “What you are feeling is arousal. Your body is responding to me; your breasts are swollen and your nipples are tight. Where I’m buried deep inside, you have already started softening and opening to me further. It's your body’s way of accepting me and by letting down your moisture you ease my way.” Pulling back slightly, he then slid deeper inside. “See, your natural essence allows me to glide in and out easily and the fricti
on creates a pleasurable sensation for both of us, but no more pain. Lord, wife, you are warm and wet and so snug around me.”
He slipped a hand under her backside and anchored himself with a large hand around her bottom. “I am going to ride you now, but I’ll be as easy as I can. The pleasure is almost unbearable. Hold on to me Cici and savor every minute.” He then carried them into a maze of sensations and delights that Cici had never even imagined. He pumped into her in a steady rhythm that set off a fiery response between her thighs. She panted for breath and arched her back so her aching nipples could rub against his chest as he moved over her. The hair on his chest abraded the sensitive peaks until they tightened into an exquisite ache.
“Oh Andrew, something is happening. What are you doing to me?”
“Just ride the waves, Cici. Climb to the top and let your orgasm sweep you over the crest to where only pleasure awaits you on the other side.”
Awash in sensation, she rode the crest of that wave until she was hurled over the other side just as he’d said. He soon followed, letting out a roar of satisfaction before collapsing on top of her. Lying beneath him she listened as they both gasped for breath, their body’s clinging damply together from their exertions. His weight made it more difficult for her to catch her breath. Soon he realized he was crushing her and slipped to her side, taking her with him, still intimately joined. Holding her close he couldn’t stop touching her, caressing her skin, brushing back the damp tendrils of hair from her forehead.
“Andrew, I have no words…”
“Sometimes words are unnecessary.”
She thought back over the past hour and blushed. Oh, the things he had done. He had actually put his mouth on her… She couldn’t even think it, let alone say it. But he had said it and so many other shocking things. Her husband had quite salty language for a gentleman.
“Andrew, where on earth did you hear all those words…” Her face burned as she remembered him calling her woman’s flesh a quim and when she had, uh… culminated, an orgasm. She thought she understood their meaning in context, but she was taken aback that words actually existed for those kinds of things.
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