Chapter 18 #3
“Well said,” he chuckled and then he kissed her again.
His thrusts were slow and gentle at first. He slid out of her, then carefully slid back in. He listened to her breathing. He felt her responses and how she reacted. And he was never forceful or rushed. And with each thrust, Celestine relaxed and gave herself to him.
He started moving more quickly next. Deeper thrusts. In and out, in and out. He brought himself all the way out before driving his hips forward.
“Urgh!” she moaned. “Oh… yes…” she groaned and begged him for more.
The intensity grew. The pleasure increased.
Celestine stopped focusing on the awkwardness and started focusing on just how good this felt.
And it wasn’t just the raw pleasure that came from Edward’s member.
Rather, it was the moment itself, that he and she were one, and that few things in her life had ever felt so right.
After many minutes, Celestine began to feel that familiar build.
She grabbed hold of Edward’s backside, squeezed, and forced him to move faster and harder.
He felt her change, he did as she bid, and that sensation inside of her rose like a tidal wave, crashed down like a tumbling building, and exploded like a powder keg.
That was when Celestine screamed. And she did not care who heard her.
Not only did she scream. She grabbed hold of her husband, pulled his body onto her own, and held him as she writhed and kicked and gave herself over completely to the pleasure that consumed her.
What had I been worried about? How could I have… why did I… oh God!
Edward started to kiss her again. It started deep and intense but turned soft as she stopped moaning and stopped spasming beneath him. Then, gently, the kisses stopped and he pulled back to look down at her.
He wore a satisfied smile and she returned it, despite how heavily she breathed.
“Well…” He panted. “I suppose that answers that question.”
In response to that most apt statement? All Celestine could do was laugh. She laughed and she laughed and she did not stop. To be honest, considering everything, it felt rather appropriate.
“There is something I have been meaning to speak to you about,” Edward said as he stared at the ceiling. His voice was distant, the sense that he had been in his own head for a while.
“Oh?” Celestine lay with her head on his chest. His shirt was off, and she took great pleasure in curling her fingers through the thick hair that covered it.
“Well, in truth, I haven’t thought about much else but…” He laughed. “I am sure that you can guess.”
She laughed too. “I had no idea you were so eager. I assumed you just wanted to marry me for my good company.”
“Well, that too,” he chuckled along. She felt his breathing through his chest, soft and melodic. “But a thought occurred to me just now and we ought to discuss it.”
Celestine hesitated. While what they had just done was better than she imagined, what came after was something that had worried her greatly. In truth, she’d had little time to truly consider it, her concern saved entirely for their wedding night.
But there was a clear sense of worry in Edward’s voice, and whatever he wanted to talk about wasn’t an easy thing.
“Wh – what is it?” she asked, pushing herself up so that she could look at him.
Thankfully, he smiled, and it did much to ease her. “I know that traditionally, a honeymoon would be expected between us. And after tonight, I do want one.” He chuckled. “More than you can know.”
“All right…”
“However.” His expression turned serious.
“As you also know, my chief concern this Season is Millicent. Her future is what matters to me more than anything, and I cannot just leave her here alone while you and I…” He looked away with guilt.
“I need to stay for the remainder of the Season, Celestine. I am sorry.”
Celestine frowned at Edward, and then she laughed.
“What?” he asked. “What is so funny?”
She shook her head and lay her head back down. “You seem to think that I do not know you at all, Edward. Silly, really, as that is the main reason that I married you.”
“What do you mean?”
“I too want Millicent’s first Season to be special, just as I know how important it is. And if that means delaying our honeymoon until after the Season, so be it.”
“Really?” he did not sound as if he believed her.
She leaned forward and kissed him. “Of course. In fact, I want to help Millicent. She is my family now, and her future is my future. There is no need to act so worried.”
“Celestine… I…”
“I know,” she said as she started to curl her fingers through his hairy chest. “I know.”
Their marriage was not traditional, and always there had been that worry of what might happen after their first night. But with this new objective found, it gave Celestine something to look forward to, something to do, and something to distract herself with.
It was, in many ways, a perfectly expected and traditional request. So much so that she could not help but wonder if this marriage might just work out after all.