Chapter 15 #2
“Oh, that I shall.” His mouth teased mine in a gentle kiss that left me yearning for him. “Come to my bedchamber with me, and I’ll have my fill.”
“In the midst of the day, my lord?” I feigned astonishment.
But in truth, we didn’t relegate our lovemaking to the nights, and I didn’t mind one bit. My husband’s appetite matched my own in that regard.
“I can’t wait another minute.” He kissed me again.
“But what will the servants think?”
“That I cannot resist the incomparable Lady Wheaton.” He nuzzled my throat. “And they would be correct. Now, come with me, wife. I don’t think that piano bench is robust enough for what I have in mind…”
I laughed, feeling giddy, and allowed my husband to lead me from the music room, our hands entwined.
We made our way through the main hall and up the curved wooden staircase to the floor housing our adjoined rooms. It occurred to me that Lydia might be within my bedchamber, sorting through some of the laundry that would have been brought up from the washhouse.
But Alexander led me to his room, sparing me the need to fret.
We made our way over the threshold, and the door had scarcely even clicked closed before I was in his arms and his mouth was on mine.
We undressed each other with trembling hands.
Buttons and hooks and tapes opened. It didn’t matter that we had been married and making love for weeks now.
I was even more caught up in my feelings for him.
I knelt on the floor and helped him to tug off his boots.
He rolled down my stockings, his lips trailing a reverent path over the bare skin he newly revealed.
At long last, every last stitch of clothing had been removed, and Alexander guided me to the bed.
“Sit, Maddie mine.”
The bed was high and my legs were short.
A stool had been discreetly placed by the bedside for my use.
I used it now, leveraging myself onto the mattress and turning to face him.
Although I was growing ever more comfortable in my nudity and the passion between us, I nonetheless felt a bit shy, pressing my thighs together as I devoured my husband’s form with my gaze.
If I had thought him magnificent in the moonlight, he was ten times more glorious by daylight, with every inch of his powerful body lovingly illuminated by the sun shining in the windows.
His chest was broad, his arms strong, his legs lean and muscular. I remained fascinated by the dusting of masculine hair covering him, by the way it felt against me. And also by his cock, which stood proudly erect, a pearl of moisture already seeping from the slit at the tip.
He approached me slowly, his eyes frankly admiring in a way that made me feel boundlessly beautiful, as if I were the loveliest woman he had ever beheld. I didn’t know if it was true, but when he looked at me thus, it was easy to imagine that it might be.
“How sweet you look, sitting naked on my bed, waiting for me,” he said, stopping before me and bending down to press his mouth to mine.
I kissed him with a moan, my own need for him already embarrassingly acute, opening for his questing tongue.
His hands moved to my aching breasts, cupping them, his thumbs moving unerringly over my stiff nipples.
I kissed him harder in response, threading my fingers through his hair.
They caught in the leather thong he had used to tie his dark locks back, and I pulled it away, casting it to the carpet.
He kissed a path down my throat and then lower, over my breast until he found the peak, his lips fastening over it to suck.
I watched him in fascination, this handsome man who was somehow mine.
His eyes were closed, his lashes fanned out, his cheeks hollowing as he suckled the other breast. The pleasure was so sharp and wondrous that I moaned, arching my back.
He withdrew to run his tongue over the pink tip, licking and teasing until I felt an answering wetness between my thighs.
But instead of returning to my lips as I had supposed he would, Alexander continued kissing down my body, over my stomach.
He sank to his knees before me, gently caressing my thighs to part them as he went.
His lips fluttered over my navel, then pressed to my hip bone.
He was alarmingly close to my center in a way he had not been before.
“Alexander,” I protested. “What are you doing?”
He kissed my thigh and glanced up at me, the heat in his eyes enough to take my breath. “I want to taste you. Will you let me?”
Taste me? I didn’t know entirely what he meant, but my body was thrilled by the notion, my cunny clenching at his words.
“How?” I managed breathlessly. “Where?”
His left hand guided my thighs apart a bit more, whilst his right tenderly caressed my mound. “Your pretty cunny. I’ll put my mouth on you here.”
Liquid desire pooled deep within me. His suggestion certainly felt sinful, but Alexander was a patient, attentive lover.
He had shown me how to find my pleasure, how to revel in the things we did together in the marriage bed, all of it so new to me and yet so incredible.
I trusted him. Trusted him with my body, with my heart.
“Is that very wicked?” I asked, tempted to pump my hips against his hand, desperate for friction.
“No more wicked than anything else we have done together as husband and wife,” he reassured me, the tender smile on his lips banishing my hesitation. “If you aren’t ready for me to do so yet, you need only say so, Maddie mine. All I want is to please you.”
Still, I hesitated. The notion of Alexander’s mouth between my legs thrilled me. I felt a bit dizzied.
“Would you like it?” I asked, wanting to be sure.
He removed his hand and slowly trailed his middle finger along my seam, parting my folds until he found the pearl hidden at the top and swirled his touch over the swollen, eager bud.
“I would love it,” he told me, his voice hoarse with desire. “I’ve been dreaming of licking you until you spend on my tongue.”
He teased me with that lone finger, making me ache for more. The longing evident in his voice and countenance couldn’t be denied. His eyes were on me, feasting on me as he gathered the moisture from my opening and painted it over my lower lips. He wanted this, and I wanted it too.
“Then yes,” I murmured, feeling a streak of delicious anticipation burst through me and settle between my legs. “I want you to.”
He made a low sound reminiscent of a growl, not wasting any time in removing his touch from me and replacing it with his mouth. He kissed me there, on my mound. A chaste kiss, then another. And then there was the hot, wet swipe of his tongue.
I cried out and shifted, nearly falling from the edge of the bed.
Alexander was there to catch me, to keep me planted where I was.
His big hands held me in place as he licked me slowly, languorously, as if he were tasting the finest, most decadent confection.
Sensation arced through me like lightning in a night sky.
He flicked his tongue over my bud, his eyes on mine.
I couldn’t look away. There was something so sensual about this big man on his knees just to bring me pleasure. About his hot stare.
“You are delicious,” he told me, his lips glistening with my dew.
And then he lowered his head again, licking faster, making my hips rock as I instinctively thrust myself against his face. He made a deep sound of approval and sucked on my nub as he had my nipples, drawing hard.
The most exquisite burst of desire hit me, nearly splitting me in two.
I reached my pinnacle, a shudder tearing through me that I was helpless to stop.
He hummed, the rumble vibrating through my cunny and intensifying my release.
As bliss radiated from my core, he strummed a lone digit over my entrance.
He teased me with the shallow dip of his finger, still sucking hard as he sank it deep.
I clenched on him instantly. His hands were confident and strong.
He knew how to use them to prolong my pleasure and bring me more.
And he was determined, it seemed, to wring every drop of it from me.
His clever tongue played over me as he alternated between licking and sucking, and when a second finger joined the first, I lost control again, a choked sob emerging from me.
I was still breathless, my heart pounding as Alexander rose to his substantial height and gently arranged me on the bed.
He joined me, the protective weight of his body covering mine.
I wrapped my arms around him, holding him to me as he gripped his rigid cock and directed it to me.
Tipping my hips upward, I met him in a thrust that had him seated to the hilt.
We both cried out at the rightness of it, our bodies moving together in a stirring rhythm.
“Maddie mine,” he groaned, pumping into me, his face a study in ecstasy.
I committed every moment to memory, the ripple of his arm muscles as he leveraged himself on the bed, the strength of his broad chest, the way his mahogany hair hung around his handsome face.
His brown eyes met and held with mine as he moved within me.
My love for him rose along with my desire to a searing crescendo.
I wanted to cry out my feelings, to reveal what I had been keeping to myself these last few weeks of our marriage.
But then he slanted his mouth over mine, taking my lips in a voracious kiss, and words were lost to me.
I tasted myself on his lips, felt my nipples grazing his chest, the sensual glide of his cock in and out of me.
It was too much. I was flying again, high above the clouds, soaring along with him.
My body contracted on his length, and with a groan, he buried himself deep, filling me with the hot rush of his seed.
I clung to him afterward, holding him tightly, burrowing my face into his neck, feeling our hearts pound together as one. Our bodies were still joined, slick with perspiration, fully sated.
“I’ll crush you, love,” he protested.
“I like you here,” I countered, holding him tighter.
He chuckled. “But you’re so small compared to my big, beastly frame.”
I kissed his throat. “I love your big, beastly frame.”
And I love you.
But I didn’t say it. Not yet. For now, I was content to hold him.
Gently, he rolled us to our sides, so that I faced him, still locked in each other’s embrace.
Alexander smiled tenderly. “I’m glad I had the opportunity to come back for a repast today. I’ve been leaving you far too much.”
“I know you have an estate to run,” I protested, admiring him for the devotion he showed to the people who depended upon him.
“Yes, but I also have a new wife.” He brushed a tendril of hair from my forehead, making me realize that in our haste, I hadn’t unbound my hair.
The lock must have slipped out during our frenzied lovemaking.
“Not so new any longer,” I teased, turning to kiss his palm as he had done to mine earlier in the music room.
He chuckled. “Nor so old, yet. I’ve been remiss, Maddie mine. We haven’t even had a honeymoon.”
He was always thinking of me, looking after my happiness.
“I don’t require a honeymoon. I’m happy here at Wheaton.”
He caressed my cheek. “I am well pleased that you have found your footing at Wheaton and that you’ve made it your home.
Mrs. Dougall tells me that you have taken to being the mistress here with a natural aplomb that is a credit to you, and I heartily concur.
You are, as ever, a source of wonder to me. ”
Warmth crept over my cheeks. I wasn’t sure I deserved Alexander’s praise.
“Mrs. Dougall has been helping me,” I said. “I’m grateful to her tutelage. Being belowstairs for so many years at Cliffwood hardly prepared me for such a responsibility.”
The moment the words left me, I regretted them. Alexander’s face darkened with anger toward my father.
“You were born to this,” he told me fervently, “and you never should have been made to suffer. Your father deserves to rot in Hades for eternity for what he did to you.”
“Let’s not speak of him,” I suggested, for I didn’t like for my thoughts to linger on the wretchedness of that part of my life.
My dreams were plagued by my father with far less frequency these days, and I had no wish for that to change.
“Agreed.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “Let’s speak of happier things. I want to take you to London.”
My eyebrows rose. “London? Whatever for?”
“To spoil you. To show you off. To give you a hint of what you deserve.”
“To show me off? Why would you wish to do so?”
“Because I am proud of you, Maddie mine.”
“And spoil me? My goodness, Alexander, you have already spoiled me richly.”
“Not nearly enough.” He kissed me softly, lingeringly. “It is time you had the honeymoon you deserve. We leave tomorrow for a few days in Town.”
“But what of Wheaton? You’ve been so busy with your tenants.”
“Edward will take over in my absence. While the weather is yet good for travel, I’m going to take my beautiful wife to London. What say you?”
I had not been shopping in years, and I had to admit that the idea held appeal.
“I say that sounds lovely.”
“Then it’s settled,” he proclaimed, grinning at me like a boy who had a secret he could scarcely contain.
He kissed me again, and I felt him stirring within me. I held him tighter, giving him my tongue, and he rolled me onto my back once more.