Chapter Thirteen #3
As if he sensed the movement of her head, he lifted his lips from her and reached over to the marmalade to smear it on both breasts. The marmalade was cold, and her nipples hardened even more before he began to lick and suck it all off.
He lifted his head. “This isn’t orange marmalade.”
She almost laughed at his confusion. “No, it’s not, but you should know it.”
A sly grin lifted his lips and he smeared more of the marmalade onto her. He savored it on each breast, licking and sucking before he spoke against her areola. “Apricot.”
She couldn’t even answer, her heart beating so hard with her excitement.
Then, as if he couldn’t get enough of her, he sucked practically her whole breast into his mouth, and she arched more as pleasure flew through her.
“I want…” She couldn’t finish her thought as he did the same to the other breast. “Take me.”
He stilled, and for one brief moment his gaze locked with hers as he swallowed hard. “I will.” He stood and unbuttoned his fall.
She stared at what she’d learned in biology was his penis. It was long and hard, just like the night before. Part of her tensed, but the need in her celebrated, knowing he would satisfy her, no matter what. She trusted him in this.
He lifted the front skirts of her dress, and she gladly held them up as he stepped between her legs.
She had expected him to enter her, but he didn’t yet.
Instead, he lowered his hand to the juncture of her thighs and stroked her sensitive nub there.
At the zing of excitement that raced through her, she opened her legs wider.
She wanted more, but her throat was dry, as her breaths came fast now.
She knew what to expect and she wanted it.
Then she felt his finger enter her sheath and she squeezed it, the feeling a tease of what she needed, even as he continued his ministrations on her nub.
He pulled out his finger and put in two.
She pressed her hips upward, wanting to feel it even more.
Then he began pumping her with his fingers.
That feeling that she loved was just out of reach.
“More. I need more.” Her words were raspy as she panted with need.
His fingers pulled out and she felt his penis at her entrance. Yes! That was what she wanted.
Slowly he entered her, and her whole world seemed to hang suspended on a pinnacle of pleasure as he came to a stop deep inside and didn’t move.
She opened her eyes to find his closed. She squeezed him inside her sheath and his eyes opened. “Please.”
As if that was all he’d waited for, his fingers moved again on her nub, building her excitement, while he didn’t otherwise move.
She pressed her hips harder against him as he brought her higher until her pleasure burst open.
She yelled as her world flew apart, only to fly apart again when he did move, taking her to another level as he thrust inside her again and again.
His yell filled not only her ears but her heart as he emptied his own joy into her, fueling hers for one more peak.
As the tingles of bliss slowed, she opened her eyes to find him holding her hips, her own hands grasping his wrists and his eyes still closed.
His brown hair was mussed and perspiration peppered his forehead, yet his cravat and waistcoat appeared unruffled by their activity.
She smiled. She was now his wife in truth.
He opened his eyes. “From your smile and your yells, I can only assume you enjoyed yourself.”
Again, he didn’t ask the question, but it was there in his look.
“I did. Very much. And you?”
He grinned. “Very much. In fact, I’d like to enjoy you again this evening.”
Her sheath tightened around him at the prospect, and his smile disappeared.
“Not yet. I will need a little time.”
She felt her cheeks heat. “I didn’t mean. It just…” She wasn’t sure how to explain her reaction.
“Not to worry. I understand.” He looked about the room then back at her. “I apologize for taking you here. It was not my plan for our first coupling.”
“Husband, that you couldn’t wait made it that much more exciting.” She nodded in all seriousness.
“Ah, that is good to know. I will remember that in the future.”
She hoped it would not be long in the future, but she wasn’t sure that was expected in a wife. Since he still remained inside her and she lay on the table, she looked to her other side. “Is there wine left? I find I’m completely parched.”
He looked to where she had sat and shook his head. “No, but I had some left.”
She expected him to let her up, but he didn’t.
He bent over her a bit and lifted his wine glass.
Then, standing straight again, he took a sip.
When he bent over her again, he kissed her, dribbling wine into her mouth slowly.
She swallowed as much from thirst as excitement.
It appeared her husband was very well versed in seduction.
She wished she knew what she could do in turn.
He stood straight. “Do you need more?”
She nodded, anxious for him to do it again. This time she expected it and opened her mouth wider, taking the wine with a full swallow.
“More?”
“No. That was very nice. But I think I will need to get up, eventually.”
“Not necessarily. I could simply bring you upstairs like this.” He pulled her into a sitting position against him. “Then I could carry you to your room.”
The image he described had her sheath squeezing again.
He raised his brows. “You like that idea?”
“I do, except for the servants.”
He nodded. “A good point. So this time, I will refrain.” He lowered his lips to hers and gave her a gentle kiss as he slipped out of her.
She moaned against his mouth, surprised at the feeling of emptiness that wafted through her.
He quickly buttoned up his fall then helped her to stand. “Now, let me dress you once more. I don’t wish the servants to see more of my wife than they need to.”
His words, so simple, settled into her heart. No one had worried about her as much as he did. First with her reputation, then with her poor experience, then with her dress, and now with the servants. Part of her felt that she didn’t deserve it, and if that were true, she would earn it.
When he felt she was presentable, he offered her his arm. “I will be happy to escort you to your room, my lady.”
She smiled up at him. “Thank you. We wouldn’t want the staff to know anything untoward occurred in here.”
His eyes seemed to twinkle in the candlelight. “My dear Georgina, our yells told everyone in the house exactly what happened in here.”