The Science of Seduction #6
The soft material slid down her legs and pooled at her feet. She inhaled deeply and stepped away from it. “I trust it is quite safe for me to stand under the pail.” She tipped her head and smiled, despite the nerves in her belly.
“Yes.” He removed his waistcoat and tossed it onto a table. It landed on a stack of books. “Quite safe.” His gaze roamed her body, head to feet and back again. His attention heated her skin and a tug of desire pulled at her cunny. Being appreciated was a feeling she liked…a lot.
She stepped into the tray that was beginning to fill.
Instantly, the warm water soaked onto her scalp.
She lifted her face to it and pushed her hair from her brow and the wetness ran down her spine, her ass cheeks, and legs.
She turned, eyes closed, and soaked the front of her body.
The water slipped over her nipples and then lower, wetting her pubic hair and slipping between her legs.
The sensation was wonderful. Caressing and refreshing all at the same time.
“You like it?”
“I think it is quite suitable for a lady.” She opened her eyes and found his face right next to hers. “Oh!”
He too was naked and standing beneath the water. “You like it?” he asked again.
“Yes. It’s wonderful.”
He smiled and slipped his arms around her, pulling her body close to his. Their skin was wet and slippery and Harriet’s nipples pressed up against her husband’s chest hair.
“You are even more beautiful naked and wet.” He touched the tip of his nose to hers. “I am thanking God that you chose to be my wife.”
“As I thank God that you are my husband.” And she meant it. Jasper was clever and kind and interesting and pressed up against her, she wanted nothing more than to be close to him…forever.
“Beautiful, sweet, Harriet,” he said and then he kissed her.
This kiss was deep and passionate. Their tongues tangled and their breaths quickened. She smoothed her hands over his broad shoulders, learning his shape and then down to his lower back to pull him closer.
His cock hardened between them and he groaned softly.
She reached lower and cupped his buttocks.
“Harriet…” He pulled back a fraction. “I don’t want to wait until we get to your bedchamber.”
“Neither do I.” And she didn’t. Something new and exciting was pouring into her veins. A hunger that wasn’t for food. A need that could only be sated by him.
“But first.” He reached out and grabbed the soap.
The next thing Harriet knew, her body was covered in lemony suds and the air filled with citrus.
“I want you so much. I always will—I know that to be a truth.” He cupped her breasts and rolled her soapy nipples with his thumbs. “There is a reason we are here. It is our destiny.”
“I hope so.”
“I know so.” His brows pulled together in concentration as he worked Harriet’s breasts some more. His touch sent a message of lust to her cunny and she quivered with longing.
“So sweet,” he murmured as he slid his hand between her legs.
She gasped and clutched his shoulders. Being touched there by someone else was a flash of lightning and almost took her knees from her.
“I’ll be gentle, I promise,” he said. “I won’t hurt you.”
“I trust you.”
He kissed her again as he circled her little pleasure bud.
She was lost to the moment, to him. The water spilled on them and she trembled and shook.
His hold on her tightened, as though he knew she was struggling to stay upright. Her body barely felt like her own.
“Like this.” He took her hand and slipped it between their bodies. “Touch me.”
She did and the size of him made her heart skip a beat. This will never work.
“Up and down.” He showed her how he liked it.
She repeated the motion, over and over. He was silk on steel, hot and hard.
“Yes…” he said, extending the word and his eyes fluttering closed. “That’s it.”
A sense of power came over Harriet. Her touch was clearly affecting him a lot. He liked it. He liked her hands on him there.
Eventually, the water ran out and they were standing in a deep, soapy puddle.
“We should…” he said, his voice breathy. “Damn it.”
He scooped her up, urgency in his movements, and carried her from the tray. When he reached a table, he brushed a stack of books and metal tubes to the floor. They landed with a clatter, spreading far and wide.
“Wife,” he said onto Harriet’s lips as he set her on the cool table. “You have me in a state of desperate need for you.”
“And I you.” She trembled in his embrace as he stepped between her legs. The water was cooling on her skin, but she was hot and prickling with every sensation.
He loomed above her, tall and handsome and dripping.
“Relax,” he murmured as he pressed the head of his cock to her entrance. “We will go slow.”
A tendon flexed in his jawline and Harriet suspected he wanted to go fast but was restraining himself.
“Yes.” She gripped him closer. “Yes, enter me.”
He did, a slow, steady drive that stretched Harriet widthways as he took her the first inch.
She gasped and clutched his shoulders, staring into his eyes.
“The first time may be a little tricky,” he said. “I am sorry.”
“No…give me more.”
His nostrils flared and he held her waist and watched his cock sink into her depths. “Ah yes…yes….”
She bit on her bottom lip and her fingernails stabbed at his flesh. It didn’t hurt, but it was a lot to take. His cock was long and thick and she was small and tight.
“Nearly…there…” he said, cupping her chin and tugging her face to his. “Soon, we will be joined completely as man and wife.”
He kissed her and pulled her onto him so he was completely buried inside her.
She groaned and he caught the sound in his mouth. The way his body had pushed up against her little pleasure bud was unexpected and very pleasant.
He rocked into Harriet, catching his rhythm again.
She gasped and pulled back. “Jasper.”
“I can make it as good for you as it is for me,” he whispered as he pushed a strand of hair from her brow. “All you have to do is let me.”
“Yes. I want that. I will let you.”
He smiled, a sinfully erotic smile she hadn’t seen before.
There was so much she had to learn about this wonderful husband of hers. Her heart swelled, bolts unlocking to let him in. And in that moment, she knew her mother had been right all along. Jasper Buford really was Harriet’s destiny, her best chance of happiness and a good life rich in all things.
He moaned softly and nuzzled her neck. His body didn’t stop rocking into hers and they were quickly in a rhythm that stimulated them both.
Harriet had no cares in the world. There was only here and now and this amazing man who held her as if she were his rock in a storm.
“Can you feel it?” he asked, his breath warm on her cheek. “The start of it?”
“Yes. Yes… Oh, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He didn’t. He kept on going, getting it just right and hitting the spot over and over.
Soon, Harriet was gasping and desperate. The pressure in her pelvis reached a point it would have to tumble out of her. She locked her legs around his waist and ground onto him.
“Jasper…oh…Jasper.” She cupped his cheeks and stared into his eyes. “I’m…”
The wondrous feeling she’d only ever created for herself was there. And it had been Jasper’s doing. She was gripped by ecstasy, an explosion of bliss, and she cried out as it swamped her and shook through her body.
“Dear God above.” He grit his teeth and seemed to enter Harriet even deeper.
His body tensed and as her cunny contracted and released around his length, a wet warmth filled her.
She moaned and clasped his buttocks to pull him closer.
“Ah, yeah…” He kissed her, wild and feral. Their teeth clashed and their bodies mashed up close. He thrust his hand into her hair, holding her close with a possessiveness she hadn’t known existed. “You are the one for me,” he panted. “Always, I know that with certainty.”
“Good,” she managed. She smiled up at him as he stilled. “Because you are sworn to me and I to you. Always.”
“And for that, I am thankful.” He kissed her brow, a long, lingering press of his lips. “Did I hurt you? I am sorry if I did.”
“No, you didn’t. It was wonderful.”
And the first of many times we join.”
She stroked his body, warm now, tracing the lines of his spine and up to his neck. “I do believe your showerbathing invention will be a hit across the land. Far and wide.”
He laughed, a lovely, relaxed sound. “I do believe you are right.”
“But with one adjustment?”
“What?” His smile dropped.
“The tray, you need a pipe leading from it to take the water away. Otherwise, the occupant is standing in cooling water that is full of used soapsuds.”
“Why, my dear, you are absolutely right. What a brilliant idea!”
“‘Brilliant’?” His choice of word thrilled her. “You think so?”
“Yes, brilliant, my brilliant wife. I can tell you are going to be of great help in my workshop going forward.”
She smiled and he kissed over it. This moment was more than she could have ever dreamed of. Jasper was more than she could have ever dreamed of. Hinton Manor was a good place, a safe place, a place to raise a family.
It was also the home of the eccentric, dazzling man Harriet Mason had been waiting to meet all of her life.
The End