Epilogue #2
Franny didn’t mean to gape, but she did, quite indelicately. She also gasped like a horse’s arse because he was a she, and she was lovely. Skin as pale as a ghost, eyes as blue as sapphires, and so willowy thin, Franny would wager she hadn’t eaten a solid meal in ages.
“And, this is Gen,” the viscount said. “Will you please help her?”
*
Edward favored his home the day Mrs. Benson first presented it to him, and now, with Franny here with him, his attachment to his cozy abode had grown. He wouldn’t mind filling it with tiny Robinsons, if and when Franny was ready, that was. He rested his head on his pillow and closed his eyes.
The memory played in his mind…
“Are you staring at my breasts?” Franny hissed in his ear.
Of course, he was staring at her breasts. They were glorious.
Franny stepped back and glared at him. “You bloody arrogant arse!” She pommeled his nose. Blinding pain shot to his brain as blood spattered. He shielded his face with his forearms.
Her breath heaving from both anger and exertion, Franny turned her back to him and stomped to the opposite side of the ring, taking his heart with her…
Five years later, his burning questions from their first encounter had been answered.
Her breasts were large but firm and bounced joyfully when she rode him. Her nipples were pink like her lips and reminded him of rose petals opening to the sun. The curls protecting her quim were the same scarlet shade as her long, wavy locks.
Keeping his eyes closed, Edward listened to their chamber door open. Franny’s bare feet padded across the floor. As she drew closer, the scent of her rose soap tickled his nostrils. The mattress sank as she climbed into bed. To his delight, she straddled him.
“Mmm,” he murmured as she leaned over him, the soft fabric of her chemise brushing his face. Hallelujah! She was going to ride him like a prize thoroughbred.
She gripped his elbow and extended his arm above his head. Fabric wrapped around his wrist as his little nymph tied him to the headboard.
He opened his eyes to find her bosom hovering over his face. He tilted his chin so he could watch her work. Her expression serious, she knotted his cravat, then guided his other arm into place, using a second cravat to tether him to the headboard.
Beneath the counterpane, his cock twitched. “Franny,” he moaned as he ground his hips against her.
Franny lowered her torso until they were face-to-face. “Behave.” She flicked his nose.
“Fuck,” he murmured.
Franny pulled back the counterpane and raked her gaze over his bare chest. Her eyelids drooped, and she licked her lips.
“Use me, darling,” he said in the husky voice he knew drove her wild.
His command worked. She gasped and shivered. However, a moment later, she countered with a bold demand.
“Do not tell me what to do. I am in charge right now,” she declared.
Oh, he liked this game, as did his cock that had grown so hard it stood upright, stabbing Franny.
She rearranged her hips and pulled the counterpane to his ankles. The cool air danced over his heated flesh.
“Husband, you are beautiful,” she said as her soft palms slid over his chest.
In all of his sensual explorations, he’d never been rendered so helpless. He did not have a submissive bone in his body; in fact, his fingers itched to touch her. Yet passively accepting Franny’s caresses thrilled him as much as taking control and restraining her.
Franny’s hair tickled his shoulder as she leaned forward and suckled one nipple, then the other.
“God Almighty, you are good at that,” he said.
She peered up at him, her green eyes shining with mischief. Her gaze glued to his, she licked and kissed her way down his abdomen. The closer she got to his arousal, the louder his blood seemed to pump.
And then she was there, laving his twitching cock with long, luxurious licks.
“Bloody hell,” he repeated a few times as she boldly flicked her tongue along his length.
Taking the head of his cock into her mouth, she sucked as Edward growled guttural sounds. His once-innocent wife had become quite skilled at satisfying his wanton needs. Lucky for him, she was also an eager pupil who aimed to please.
“Use your hand,” he demanded.
She seemed to have forgotten that she was the one in control because nodding enthusiastically, her tongue swirled his cock as she fisted his girth and gently twisted.
“That’s it, Franny. That’s perfect,” he rasped.
Seeming to enjoy his praise, she subtly grinned. What a beautiful sight. His wife smiling as he fucked her mouth. Without warning, she sucked him so deep that his cock brushed the back of her throat.
This might just be one of the best nights of his life. “I’m going to come,” he said in a throaty rumble.
“Not yet.” In one swift move, she straddled him, her strong thighs squeezing his hips as she guided his cock into her tight, warm cunny.
“My God, Franny.”
She lifted her hips ever so slightly, then gently lowered herself until he was so deep, they were one.
As heavenly as this felt, he had to stop her. “Franny, I don’t have my sheath on.”
“But it feels so good without it,” she said.
“Indeed.” Unfortunately, he would have to be the voice of reason. “Darling, since you have me at a disadvantage, you will have to slide it on me.”
“I want you to orgasm inside me. Please.”
As much as he didn’t want this to stop, he needed to make sure she was thinking clearly. “Are you ready for the consequences?” he asked.
“Yes!”
Oh, thank God. His excitement added to his building euphoria.
She eased her hips down, throwing her head back in ecstasy.
Her tight cunny perfectly gloved, then warmed his bare cock, heightening the pleasure barreling to his limbs.
No longer able to fight his desire to touch her, he ripped his hands from his restraints, gripped her hips, and slammed her down hard.
“Edward,” she cried.
He crashed her cunny onto his cock until his balls ached, and his muscles tensed. He was so damn close. However, tonight, he needed them to fly together.
“Come with me, darling,” he whispered.
A shiver wracked her body. “I love you, Edward.” She leaned forward and kissed his lips.
Her sweet words of love. Her tongue now tangling with his. Her cunny pulsing around him. His body tensed until he exploded, his seed shooting deep inside his wife.
Franny’s walls shuddered, then quaked. “Oh, Edward,” she called as her insides milked every last drop from him.
Their gasping breaths mingled until they slowed, morphing into contented sighs. Franny toppled forward, resting her bosom on his chest.
“That was lovely,” she said.
“Mmm.” He settled his lips on her ear. “I think I need new cravats. Again.”
Giggling, she rolled off him. She curled up beside him, resting her head on his chest. “I dare say…”
“What, darling?” He peered down at her and kissed her forehead.
“Every once in a while, I would like to tie you up and have my way with you.”
“Hell, yes,” he said.
“And the rest of the time, you can tie me up.”
Fine by him.
“But we don’t always have to tie each other up. Sometimes we can just have a good ol’ romping tup.”
Edward chuckled. “Whatever you want, my darling.”
She sighed, then stilled. Soon, a gentle hum rippled from her lips.
“I love you, Frances Robinson,” he whispered into her hair. “And I shall love our children. And, most importantly, I shall cherish every day of my life with you by my side.”
Smiling, Edward closed his eyes, clutched Franny to his chest, and snuggled his arse into the mattress.
The End