Chapter Twenty-One #2
He helped her take off his dressing gown and was completely naked underneath, which was a big of a shock.
She only ever saw Fletcher with many layers of clothing on.
She had no idea that his arms were muscled that way, that his chest was carved like the statues she’d seen except that it was dusted with dark hair.
And unlike every nude statue she’d ever seen, the appendage between his legs was… quite large.
“Oh!” she said.
“I know you’ve seen art, but flesh-and-blood men are a bit different.”
“They look so small and manageable in art,” she said, gesturing at his member.
He laughed. “And often they are. But when men are aroused, they grow larger.”
“And that is supposed to fit inside me?”
“It will. But this is why we touch and kiss and leer at each other first. It creates arousal.”
She already ached between her legs. How much more aroused should she be?
Out of curiosity more than anything else, she wrapped her hand around Fletcher’s cock and stroked it.
It was harder than she expected, but his skin was soft and warm.
He hissed as she stroked him, which she took to mean that what she was doing felt good.
She kissed him and kept stroking until he put a hand on hers and nudged her away.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked breathlessly.
“No, but I am so wound up that if you keep doing it, all of this will have ended before I’m ready for it to.”
“Oh.”
Fletcher put a finger under Louisa’s chin and nudged it up so that she was looking at his face. “Louisa?”
She just stared at him.
He smiled. “You’re beautiful. Probably the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
“Probably?” she said, sounding affronted even though she flattered.
He laughed. “Definitely the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
You, my darling Louisa, are my favorite person on this planet and I am thrilled to be here with you tonight and I cannot wait to start our lives together, as evidenced by the fact that you are in my bed right now and we are both naked. ”
“You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. I had no idea you were so…strong.”
“Oh?”
“Are you a pugilist, or—”
“Let us not discuss this right now.”
“Shall we not talk during…relations?”
“We can talk as much as you like. I love the sound of your voice, and I love talking to you. But I don’t want to get into my exercise regimen when we’re about to—”
“Oh! Of course, I—”
Fletcher kissed her, probably to shut her up.
She sighed into his kiss and put her arms around his back, pulling him on top of her. She spread her legs, more because of instinct than anything else, and he seemed to fit right there between her legs.
Then he touched her there.
The shock of it sent more cascades through her body, but she liked how it felt and shifted her hips to meet Fletcher’s fingers.
He slipped a finger inside her, which felt strange, but also good.
Some weird, unholy noises came out of her mouth as he pressed his thumb against a spot that felt very good.
“Have you never…touched yourself here?” Fletcher asked.
“A few times, but it’s different when… Oh, do that again.”
Fletcher chuckled. It sounded smug. Louisa wanted to give him an admonishing look, but she was too caught up in what he was doing.
He slipped a second finger inside her and pressed against that spot with his thumb. Louisa moaned. This was too much, it felt too good, it was making her body twitch and tingle.
“Is this all right?” Fletcher asked.
“Yes,” she said shakily. “It feels good.”
He kissed her. “This next part may hurt. Tell me to stop if it does.”
Louisa’s heart picked up, but she trusted Fletcher and knew he’d stop the moment she told him to.
She felt something blunt at the entrance to her body and understood what was happening.
She grasped at Fletcher’s shoulders and held him there as he began to push inside her.
It did hurt a little, but she was determined, and the pain was short-lived.
Suddenly, whatever Fletcher was doing felt so good, Louisa groaned and dug her fingers into Fletcher’s shoulders.
Fletcher groaned, too, and his face was beginning to lose its control. He put a hand under one of her knees and pressed it up and then began to move within her.
“Oh!” she said.
“Are you all right?”
“It… I’ve never felt anything like this.”
Fletcher paused. “Is that good or bad?”
“It’s good! It’s good. Keep moving!”
Fletcher sighed and began thrusting in and out of her, and Louisa felt something within her building.
Parts of her body ached, but in a very good way.
And when Fletcher pressed his thumb against that spot, right above the entrance to her body, her whole body jolted with pleasure.
Yes, she thought, more of that, but she couldn’t make her mouth form the words because she was so absorbed in feeling and taking whatever Fletcher wanted to give her.
He groaned again. “How are you—?” he started to ask.
If he finished the sentence, she didn’t hear him, because something crashed over her whole body. She threw her head back and groaned and let this sensation wash over her.
She knew it was a sexual peak--she’d made herself get there before, but it felt so much better with Fletcher’s arms around her, with him inside her.
Fletcher kissed her and kept pumping his hips, but his rhythm became more erratic.
“I wanted to last,” he said, “but…” Then he groaned and jerked away from her abruptly. Then she felt him spill on her belly.
He rolled onto his back, panting. He breathed heavily for a long moment, as Louisa felt her own heart rate slow down. “Was that all right?” he asked.
“It was more than all right.”
After a moment, he slid out of bed and walked across the room to his washbasin. Louisa took a moment to admire his bare backside. He really was a splendidly put together man.
He came back a moment later and used a cloth to clean up her belly and between her legs. He sighed and said, “This is all so new, this thing between us. We’ve never talked about children. I don’t even know if you want them.”
“Is that why you…?” She gestured at her belly.
“Yes. That, and we’re not married yet, and I didn’t want anyone to do the maths.”
She rolled onto her side and took his free hand. He stood next to the bed, and she gave him a very thorough once over. “We’d make very cute children,” she said.
He laughed. “I suppose.”
“Well, let me answer your question this way. I felt ambivalent with…my former fiancé,” she said, not wanting to say Daniel’s name when she was naked with Fletcher.
“But with you? Yes, I want children. I want to watch them grow up and be little terrors at your estate in Cornwall where they’ll catch frogs and hide salamanders under teacups the way you did one time. ”
“I was ten years old,” Fletcher said, but he laughed.
“But yes, I want that, Fletcher. I want that future with you.”
He tossed the cloth vaguely in the direction of his washbasin, missed by a couple of feet, waved his hand as if this were of no matter, and then lay down beside her, on his side, facing her.
He said, “I want that, too.” He pressed his head against hers.
“We were unholy terrors as children, weren’t we? ”
“I think we were…normal children.”
“Our children will definitely be unholy terrors.”
“Probably.”
Fletcher laughed. “Then I look forward to having them with you.”
She smiled and ran a hand through his hair. “Was this strange to you? Being with me like this?”
“No,” he said. “It felt like the most natural thing in the world. It went…a little faster than I would have liked, but we have our whole lives to perfect it.”
Louisa smiled at him. “I love you, Fletcher.”
He kissed her forehead. “I love you, too, but you’d better get back into your clothes and out of here before someone at your house notices you’re gone.
And I’ll be sending one of my footmen with you to make sure you make it there.
And you will not sneak over to be with me again until we’re married. ”
“You can’t possibly expect me to abide by that last rule of yours now that I know.”
He sighed. “Perhaps, you’re the unholy terror.”
“If I am, I learned from the best.” She sat up, preparing to get out of bed and do as he asked. “You love me.”
“More than words can express.