Chapter Fourteen
Lucien gathered his wife in his arms, lifting her up and carrying her to his bed.
She giggled while he carried her in his arms. Harriet clung to him; her arms wrapped around his neck.
Once in front of the huge bed, Lucien gently laid her down in the center of the bed.
She gazed up at him in the soft light of a candle, smiling shyly.
He removed his shirt and pants before climbing up on the bed, mounting her, his eyes on her the entire time.
His hands wandered her body as he tried to memorize in his mind every inch of his wife’s body.
His cock was hard and was complaining to be freed of its confines. Raising up on his knees, he lifted her nightgown over her head before removing his own undergarment. His member jutted out in front of him making him painfully aware he had no control when it came to Harriet.
Kissing her once again, their tongues explored each other as she clung to him. He broke the kiss, continuing a long road of seductive licks and kisses down her neck. When he came upon her breasts, he suckled each one, running his tongue around and round the areolas.
As he continued his seduction, Harriet held on to the sheets on either side of her, her fingers white knuckled.
When he came upon her apex he stopped. Pushing her legs apart, he showed her something Harriet had no idea was done between two people. She squealed and bucked as his kisses hit home as Harriet had no idea what was coming. When she exploded under him, Lucien knew it was time.
Mounting her, he looked down at her. “This may hurt a bit, but it’s the only time you’ll have to go through this.”
She nodded, having complete trust in him. He took himself in hand and slid the tip against her cunny and pushed gently. When he hit the barrier, he took a deep breath and pushed farther into her until he was seated in her. Glancing down at her, he studied her face for a moment.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
“Yes,” she squeaked.
He grunted and began pumping in and out of her.
A rhythm began and to his surprise his bride was trying to mimic him to keep up with him.
It ended before Lucien was ready for it to, but his body needed the release.
He pushed hard one last time as his seed exploded inside her.
He lay on top of her until his breath began to slow.
“I love you, Harriet.”
He felt her kiss his neck when he realized he had his dead weight on top of her.
“I’m so sorry, my love,” he said lifting himself off her and tucking in next to her and pulling her close.
“I love you too, but please don’t squish me on our wedding night.”
Unable to maintain his composure, Lucien burst into laughter, his baritone vibrating as he tried to control himself.
“What is so funny?” she demanded.
“Envisioning my squishing you in the mad passion of making love. I can’t get it out of my head,” he replied.
She snuggled closer to him. “It’s been a long day, hasn’t it?”
“It has been, especially with our change of plans. In the long run I think we’ll be happier we didn’t go to the seashore. More privacy here.”
“Why did you purchase your own estate when I’m sure your father has many and could have let you choose one?” she asked.
“I fell in love with the property when I’d been invited for a hunt. I feel content and relaxed when I come here.”
“Oh, I thought you were going to say I made you content and relaxed,” she giggled.
“You do.”
“Hmmm. What are we going to do tomorrow?” The sound of sleepiness carried in her voice. It wouldn’t hurt to sleep a while because he knew he needed rest before making love to his bride a second time.
“If the weather is nice, we can walk through the gardens. They are exquisite. I think you’ll fall in love with them. If the weather is not cooperating, we can find plenty to keep us occupied.”
She gave no reply. Finally, he heard a soft snore and smiled. Pulling a blanket up over them, he held on to her and finally succumbed to sleep as well.
Hours later, Lucien cracked his eyes open.
Dawn was upon them as a soft light shone into the room.
Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he found his robe and shrugged it on.
He wanted to see what sort of day they would get, and he was hard once again.
Sleeping with her made it difficult for him not to be.
Looking out the window in the sitting room, he thought it appeared the day would not be cooperating. It was raining. Drat.
Returning to the bedroom, he found his bride lying on her stomach for all the world to see.
He dropped his robe, climbed on to the bed, and placed his hand under her stomach.
He took himself in hand and entered her.
She was still wet from the night’s activities.
Holding her up, he started out slowly, putting his other hand over her sex and began to feel her.
“Lucien, more,” she whispered.
“More what, my love?”
“You know…”
He began to pound in and out of her harder and found her hand on top of his as she tried to keep up with him.
In a moment he found himself ready to explode.
He pinched her and the two of them rode out their own orgasms together before he moved to his side, pulling her with him.
He stayed inside of her, hoping for another go.
*
Harriet found herself alone in the huge bed. She was covered in blankets to keep her warm. Still, she was alone. Where was Lucien? She looked around and found a robe left at the foot of the bed.
Sitting up, Harriet pushed herself to her feet and picked up the robe, putting it on and tying the sash tight.
Walking over to the huge window, she pushed the draperies apart, to reveal a gray day.
It didn’t appear to be raining now. She turned and walked into the sitting room where she found Lucien sitting at a walnut writing desk, his head at an angle as he furiously wrote on the paper before him.
Most importantly, Lucien was working naked.
Naked as the day he was born, and quite the specimen.
“Good morning, husband,” she whispered as she walked towards him.
Lucien lifted his head and turned in her direction. “Good morning, wife.”
She neared, putting her arms around his neck and taking in his male scent. He hadn’t shaved, which she found quite appealing.
“Are we alone?” she asked.
“We will be for the next three days. The cook will come in and leave dinner in the kitchen. Other than that, we’re on our own.”
“So, we can run naked through the house if we wish?” she giggled.
“Yes, we may.”
“That’s very tempting.”
“I thought we might try it at some point,” he replied, chuckling.
“Are you working?”
“I’m answering correspondence that came with us. Once I finish, I thought to show you through the house.”
“I’m quite hungry, Lucien.”
“There is a small breakfast on the sideboard. Nothing fancy. I think you’ll get by on it.”
Harriet made her way to the sideboard and found a pot of tea, some toast, cheese, and jelly.
“I take it you did this while I slept?” Harriet inquired.
“I did.”
“You never said anything about being proficient in the kitchen. What other talents do you possess?”
“I’ll never tell,” he smirked and winked at her.
She sighed loudly. “I guess I’ll eat and take a bath afterwards.”
She couldn’t wait to get into a tub of hot water. Right now, her stomach ruled. She picked up a couple of pieces of toast, and spread butter, then strawberry preserves. Grabbing a piece of cheese, she put the plate down and prepared two cups of fairly hot tea.
Harriet placed the extra teacup on the edge of the desk Lucien worked from.
She picked up her own plate and sat down at a small table next to the windows to enjoy her food.
She found the preserves and cheese quite delightful.
The cheese was Stilton. It was pungent and flavorful.
She wondered how he knew she liked it, or if it was simply a guess on his part.
After bathing and brushing her hair out, Harriet chose a simple rose cotton day dress and a spare pair of black slippers. One of three she’d been able to bring when their plans changed. She’d have to find out from Lucien if the trunks going to the coast were being sent here.
Walking back into the sitting room, she found her husband poking the fire. He was barefoot, wearing an oversize white shirt and brown trousers. The sleeves on the shirt were folded up to his elbows. Harriet felt a strange tingling sensation run through her body at the sight of him.
He saw her and grinned. “Are you ready to explore the house?”
“Yes.”
“Excellent, let’s get started,” he replied putting the poker in its place.
As they walked out of the master suite, Harriet looked around at what she hadn’t seen when they arrived. “Does the estate have a name?” she asked.
“Highfall.”
“Has it always been that?”
Lucien nodded. “Yes, and would you like to know why?”
“Yes,” Harriet replied.
“I’ll have to show you in order for you to appreciate this, but there’s a waterfall at the highest point on the estate. Therefore, Highfall.”
“Then I can’t wait for the weather to clear up so you can show me.”
They came upon the staircase leading them downstairs. It was quite ornate now that Harriet saw it in daylight. Lucien led the way down to the main floor, where the public rooms were.
“Let’s start by going to the drawing room,” he said. He pointed to a pair of doors. “That leads down to the grand entry. We’ll go there shortly.”
The massive oak doors swung open easily when Lucien tried them. He escorted her inside the drawing room.
“It’s quite large, as you can see. I’ve done nothing to any of the rooms. I just left them as the previous owners had them.”
“You haven’t had it long enough to make changes,” she replied.
“You’re right, and I leave that to you.”
“Lucien, no,” she said. “I’ve never done that before.”
“You’ll learn,” he said.