Chapter 18 #2
“Ah, better,” he said as his fingers moved to her ankles. They gently started to lift the skirt of her dress, tracing her bare skin. She gasped, shuddered, forced her legs to remain open. “Just do me a favor, Celestine,” he said to her, his eyes on her always.
“Wh – what?” she stammered as his hands found her bare thighs, squeezing them.
“Don’t hold back. Don’t be shy. And don’t, under any circumstance, try to stop me.”
Why on earth would I do that?
A final hungry smile and Edward lifted her skirt, threw it over his head, and dove between her thighs. Celestine braced, held her breath, bit into her lips, and then screamed because there was no sense in holding back.
She felt his tongue lick the lips of her womanhood. She felt his tongue pry them open and dip inside. She felt his tongue lick and his lips suck and her own body… she could not even describe it!
Celestine fell back and shut her eyes as her husband devoured her.
His tongue played her perfectly, moving to the rhythm of her breathing.
His lips found her swollen clitoris and sucked it gently, coaxing her screams and her moans and forcing her body to tremble.
Soon, two fingers joined his busy mouth, and Celestine could not say what he was doing exactly, only that she wanted more of it.
Pleasure, the likes of which she did not know existed, rolled up her body in waves. It started right where Edward’s mouth was, spread to her thighs, swept across her stomach, and finally wrapped her heart and her lungs and her very soul.
She was on fire. She might explode! She tried to shut her mouth but such things were impossible. She tried to stop herself from shaking but gave up quickly. She tried to keep her legs apart, but they clamped around his head as if in fear that he might stop.
“Edward…” she cried. “Oh, God…” she moaned. “That… right there… oh, God!”
How long was Edward down there for? She could not say. Time became irrelevant so the only thought that Celestine had was the realization that she had made the right decision in marrying him.
If this is what my life is to become… let is never end.
But it did end. It was just as Celestine’s body started to tremble, that fire building inside of her, that he pulled back.
“No!” she gasped and sat up. “What are you…” She trailed off when she saw the look in his eyes.
He licked his wet lips as he slowly stood. Then, his hands went to his breeches.
“No need to look so glum,” he chuckled as he undid his pants. “I told you how much I want you. I told you how much I wanted this. And do not think that you’re the only one who gets to have fun tonight.”
Suddenly, his pants dropped. Celestine’s eyes turned wide as she saw his member standing hard and erect.
She had never seen one before… but she liked what she saw.
Thick. Veins pulsing. It throbbed in a way that made her mouth salivate so that her hands started to reach for it without even realizing.
“Yes…” Edward allowed her hand to wrap him. “Just like… God, like that,” he groaned.
“What…” She squeezed his girth, taking pleasure in how stiff his body turned, how much she controlled him. The sense that she could make him do anything she wanted… and that he wanted her to. “What do I…”
He reached down and stroked the side of her face. He made sure that their eyes met. His thumb ran along her lips so that she sucked it wetly.
“You know what…” He leaned forward then, raising her chin, kissing her fully on the lips. “Exactly what we are meant to.”
Edward shuffled forward, forcing her to release him.
She shuffled back, falling onto her back as he mounted her.
His hands went to her legs, beneath her knees, and brought them up to his waist. He then paused as he looked at her again.
The hunger was still there. The sense of want. But there was something else…
Yes, passion and desire had been what carried them through. The attraction they felt was undeniable. But as Edward looked down at Celestine, and as she looked up at him, she felt more than that. She felt, almost as if… as if this marriage might be more than what we both thought.
For another moment, one which felt like an age, he just looked at her. His eyes held her own, drinking her in as if she were a tonic. She was on her back, he was between her legs, but he did nothing.
“What are you…” she began, her voice cracking.
“Nothing,” he said with a caring smile. “I just wished to look at you for a moment longer.”
She felt those words in her heart. He was not a rake. He was not just marrying her for mere attraction and expectation. Despite what they told one another, there was more to this marriage than what appeared. In that brief moment, Celestine dared to wonder if it might be real…
“Are you ready?” he asked softly as he shifted himself.
“I am,” she said as she braced herself.
“Good. Just tell me if you want me to stop.”
“Why would I –” Her words caught in her throat as Edward entered her.
He made sure to kiss her as he did. Deep, passionate kisses as his body pressed in close. Despite those kisses, Celestine was unable to ignore the feeling of her husband opening her and sliding in inch by inch in a way that did not feel so much intrusive as it did right.
Slowly, gently, she took him. She was tense at first, awkward and unsure of what to do.
But as he continued to slide deeper, Celestine relaxed.
It hurt a little. It was certainly uncomfortable.
But with Edward kissing her the way he was, his body on hers, his hands around her thighs, she trusted him fully, as she knew that this was something that she wanted.
“How are you…” he started as he pulled his head back, a note of concern in his voice.
“I thought…” She was shaking. “I thought you told me not to try and stop you?” She raised an eyebrow at him.