Epilogue #2
She waited until she heard his footsteps move away then after taking a steadying breath, she opened the door and stepped into Algernon’s bedroom.
He’d closed the curtain, blocking out the sun that still sat in the sky, and he had lit the fireplace and candelabras, filling the room with a warm, soft yellow glow.
Her breath hitched as she found Algernon leaning against the foot of his bed—their bed—naked save for his trousers. He looked up as he heard the door open, and when she heard his breath hitch and saw the way his eyes widened as he took her in, she knew she made a good decision in her boldness.
“Oh, my love,” he breathed, his gaze slowly moving down the length of her naked curves. He drew the corner of his bottom lip between his teeth and shook his head. “You spoil me.”
A smile of relief spread across Beatrice’s lips, and she relaxed just a little as she walked as confidently as she could to her new husband. Her body hummed at the thought. Her new husband. Not Henry but Algernon. The man she truly wanted, yearned for, and loved.
As if he could not wait, Algernon shoved away from the foot of the bed and quickly closed the space between them. His large arms wrapped around her, encasing her with warmth, and they both let out a wanting moan before their lips even touched.
“Mrs. Sheer is still at the reception, correct?” Algernon groaned between kisses.
Beatrice let out a throaty laugh as their lips pressed and parted needily.
Mrs. Sheer had crowed with happiness when they announced their engagement to the staff, but she taken it upon herself to be Beatrice’s true chaperone in the week leading up to their wedding.
There had been no continuing of lessons, no sleeping in one another’s arms as they’d once discussed.
The matron of the estate had seen to that by taking a seat outside Beatrice’s door every night, and while Beatrice sometimes overheard Algernon threatening to dismiss her if she did not allow him in, the older woman still refused.
“Yes, I think so,” Beatrice panted then moaned as Algernon’s hand slipped down her back and toward her cheeks, grasping them tightly.
“Thank God,” Algernon breathed then lifted, bringing her off her feet.
Beatrice wrapped her legs around his waist, relishing the feel of his warm, chiseled chest pressed so tightly to her breasts.
Their mouths still tangled in a deep kiss, Algernon walked her back to the bed.
Instead of tossing her this time, though, Algernon laid her among the pillows with great care.
“You have no idea how much I missed you,” Algernon groaned as his kisses began to trail from her lips to her neck and his hand began to massage her breast.
Beatrice moaned, arching herself into his kisses and petting touch.
“Oh, yes, I do,” she panted, drawing her nails up from his lower back all the way up to his shoulders.
Algernon groaned into her neck as his entire body trembled under her touch.
His body followed her fingertips, as if she had him on strings, and as she reached his shoulder blades, his hips rolled between her parted legs, sending his enlarged manhood thrusting over already slick entrance.
Beatrice moaned at the sensation, and she wished he was not still in his trousers.
“Do that again,” he commanded, his deep voice hoarse with need.
Beatrice was happy to oblige, and as she did, her touch sent his hips driving into hers again.
“You are so wet for me already,” Algernon rasped, flicking his hips just a little more as if to prove his point.
Then he pulled away, sitting up on his heels, and Beatrice blushed as she saw the proof of her desire had soaked the tented fabric of Algernon’s trousers.
Her body already hot and pulsing for him, she opened her mouth, trying to find the right words to say.
As she struggled to find them, a small pain pinched in her chest, and tears pricked her eyes.
“I missed you so very much,” she confessed.
Regret flittered through the dark look of deep arousal in Algernon’s eyes, and the most sorrowful frown drew his lips downward.
“Oh, my love,” he whispered, his hands moving to the waistband of his trousers. “I have missed you more than words can describe. Can you ever forgive me for the time I wasted trying to deny my feelings for you?”
At any other time, Beatrice might have used the opportunity to take part in a little revenge. Make him beg for her. Her brow suddenly perked at the idea. Perhaps she would make him beg for her.
The idea dissolved quickly though as Algernon slowly lowered his trousers down his hips, revealing his lower abdominal muscles, the V of his hips, and the very impressive length and girth of his erection. Beatrice’s mouth watered as her core pulsed and flooded with need.
Begging would have to wait.
“I forgive you,” she breathed, her eyes fixed on his impressive manhood.
“Not yet,” Algernon rasped, shaking his head as he crawled up the bed to her, “but I promise you will.”
She waited with growing anticipation for him to reach her mouth so she could kiss him again, but he stopped as his head reached her waist, and he lowered himself between her parted thighs, his wide, muscular shoulders forcing them wider.
His possessive hands wrapped under and around her upper thighs, forcing her legs to rest on his shoulders, and his tongue licked a long, teasing stroke from the bottom of her mons all the way up to her clitoris.
Beatrice let out a pathetic cry as her body arched toward his tongue, desperate for more.
As if more than happy to oblige, Algernon’s grip on her thighs tightened, and his mouth fused to her sex.
Beatrice moaned, and her lashes fluttered as a fresh wave of heat washed over her body.
Her hands found purchase in Algernon’s dark silk tendrils, and as she grasped them tightly, his lips moved to suckle the tight bud of nerves above her labia as he slowly thrust a single finger into her tight sheath.
“Algernon!” she gasped, dragging fresh air into her lungs as his finger and tongue moved together in a quickening rhythm that was bringing her to a frenzy.
It had been too long since they had touched one another, and Beatrice became acutely aware of such a thing as not even a minute later she felt her release gushing out of her.
Stars burst behind Beatrice’s eyes, and Algernon groaned as she came, burying his head even deeper between her legs as if he needed to ensure he swallowed every last drop.
Spasm after delicious spasm of pleasure rocked through Beatrice’s body as she drew in panting breaths, her mind dizzy from the much-needed release.
Still, she tugged at Algernon’s hair, wanting him to make love to her.
“Not yet, love,” he rasped between her thighs, shaking his head a second before he pressed his mouth to her sex again.
His skilled tongue slid through her wet folds, causing her nerves to spark and her body to tremble.
He licked softly but greedily, showing her just how much he had missed her.
Then not one but two of his fingers slid into her sex, curling up until the pads of his fingers brushed that sensitive spot inside of her he had once showed her how to find, and Beatrice moaned his name.
“Yes,” Algernon gritted out the single word needily, driving his skilled fingers in and out of her as Beatrice grew closer to her second release.
She arched her back, despite the brief discomfort of being so full, and began to buck her hips against his hand as his mouth remained steadfast on her clitoris.
Pleasure roiled through her veins, causing sweat to break out along the curves of her body as Algernon brought her to the brink and then made her hover there.
Her breaths grew ragged, her heartbeat thudded heavily in her chest as he somehow kept her on the precipice- and then thrust his fingers inside her again, deeper, harder, as his lips expertly teased her bud.
Black spots took over her vision as she screamed his name, her body practically levitating off of the mattress as the pleasure of her second orgasm rushed through every cell in her body.
Those black spots remained, even as she felt Algernon drag his muscled torso up her body and seat himself between her thighs.
“Hold on to me, my love,” Algernon huskily ordered as he gathered her into his arms. “This is going to hurt. I am so sorry I cannot prevent it, but I promise you, I will make up for it.”
Panting, barely registering his words, Beatrice weakly wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders as the black spots in her eyes finally started to fade.
She whimpered needily as she felt him line the thick head of his rigid length against her slick mons, anticipation and desire surging through her.
“I love you,” Algernon whispered then kissed her deeply.
“I lo…” she tried to respond around his kiss, but then pain exploded in her core as he thrust forward.
Her words cut off into a startled cry which was quickly smothered by Algernon’s deep kiss.
He groaned into her mouth, muttering something about her sweet tightness that caused another gush of wetness to surge from her pained core.
“Shhh, I have you, my love,” he whispered reverently, brushing small kisses across her parted lips as he sunk himself another inch deeper. “Breathe for me. God, you feel so perfect, Beatrice. So perfect.”
Beatrice’s nails dug deeper into Algernon’s shoulders as she did her best to get used to his size. She had read about sex enough now to know that every woman went through this the first time, but the wording of the novels had not done the pain justice.
She drew in deep breaths as Algernon commanded, willing her body to relax and take his impressive length.
“One last time,” Algernon rasped, his voice sounding absolutely tortured as he muttered the words against her lips.