An Earls Guide to Insulting a Lady – By Cecilia Rene #5
For her entire life, Eliza never had a maid to dress her. Her father’s income was enough for a cook and a housekeeper. Never had she imagined that she would have a multitude of servants available to her.
“No, that will be all, Nellie. Thank you.” The wide-eyed girl dipped into a hasty curtsey before she rushed out of the room.
Sitting down on the large bed, Eliza waited with her heart thumping inside her chest. It had been days since her wedding night, and she greatly missed being intimate with her husband. The first time they were joined as husband and wife took her very breath away at how gentle and kind he was to her.
Tired of waiting, Eliza rushed toward the door separating her from the man she loved. Before she could reach it, the door opened, revealing her husband.
He stood in front of her with his banyan open, revealing a hard chest, lightly covered in blond hair. “Going somewhere, wife?” he asked, pulling her to him.
His hard body pressed against hers, the thin material of her dressing gown providing no shelter from his stiff member.
“I was coming to find you. You were taking entirely too long.” Eliza stood on her toes, pressing her lips to his.
A few stolen kisses and wicked escapades in the carriage were all they had together since their wedding night. They had traveled day and night from Derbyshire to Essex, only sleeping a few hours before they were on the road again.
It wasn’t enough. One night with him awakened a passion she never knew herself capable of.
Pulling the thin dressing gown up her body, he broke their kiss as he removed the garment. Gazing down at her naked form, fire blazed in his eyes. The first time he saw her bare as the day she was born, Eliza had never felt more desired in her entire life.
“You’re absolutely ravishing, wife.” He pressed a kiss to her nose, and she couldn’t control the giggle that erupted out of her.
Shaking fingers trailed up his solid body. A sharp intake of breath was all the proof she needed to know that she was affecting him. That and the large member protruding from his breeches. Sliding the banyan off his firm shoulders, Eliza raked her nails softly down his arms.
Wrapping one hand around her neck, he pulled her to him, his mouth ravishing hers in a fierce kiss. His free hand went to her unbound hair, running his fingers through it.
In the days since their engagement, she had learned how much he truly loved her hair down. Brushing it before bed and twirling strands around his fingers as she fell asleep in his arms had become a nightly ritual for them.
Lifting her off her feet, her husband carried her to the four-poster canopy bed, placing her down like she was a precious jewel.
Eliza would never tire of his affections or his love for her, nor would hers ever falter.
She eagerly watched as he freed himself of his remaining clothing before he joined her, wrapping his arms around her. Eagerly, Eliza pulled him to her, capturing his mouth with hers.
In the short time they’d been married, they had spent hours discovering each other’s likes and dislikes.
She knew he loved when she took the initiative, and he knew that she enjoyed when he forgot himself and ravished her thoroughly.
Lips caressed every part of her, his firm hands massaging her heavy breasts, as he slid down her body to the apex of her thighs.
“I’ve become addicted to tasting you,” he whispered, before placing a kiss on her abdomen.
“Perry, please. I need you,” she begged, not caring how she sounded.
All Eliza wanted was for her husband to be inside of her.
One taste of him would never be enough for her.
She enjoyed every part of him, from his serious demeanor in public, to the somewhat rude earl that only knew how to insult her, and the doting husband that stole her breath away every single time.
She cried out as his tongue parted her sex, licking a sinful path up to the small bundle of nerves. Eliza arched her back, wanting more of his wicked mouth on her, as he delved and rediscovered her.
“Perry!” she cried as he entered two fingers in her wet heat.
“You’re still so tight, even after I had you three times on our wedding night.” His hot breath wafted over her most intimate area, causing shivers to run through her body like running water.
Another thing she had discovered about her quiet husband was that he very much liked to speak wicked things to her when they were intimate.
“Are you going to come for me, love?” he asked, as the palm of his hand slapped against her bundle of nerves.
“Yes!” Thrashing her head side to side, Eliza tried to catch her breath as she was attacked with wave after wave of pure bliss.
As she lost complete control of her own body, her husband kissed a delectable path up her body, stopping to ravish one hard nipple with his hungry mouth before moving on to the other.
He pressed a gentle kiss to her heart. “I love you, Eliza. I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you,” he whispered, before moving to her lips.
Lining his turgid flesh up to her wetness, Eliza gasped as he slowly thrusted forward, filling her completely.
“I love you.” She cupped his jaw, which was smooth from a fresh shave.
Their lips fused together, his fingers intertwining with hers above her head, as he set a slow, sensual pace. The weight of him was divine, her limbs trembling with every delicious thrust.
Releasing a wanton cry of pleasure, Eliza gripped his shoulder with the hand he wasn’t holding. “Dear God, Perry! More!”
Another discovery of being married was that she was a very vocal lover.
“That’s it, darling,” he said, burying his head in her neck. He nipped and licked at the sensitive skin.
“Yes, Yes,” she cried out, her head falling backwards to give him better access.
Sitting up, he pulled her by her waist, his speed increasing. Heat pooled into her abdomen, her core tightening around his penetrating shaft.
Releasing her waist, he rubbed circles around her swollen nub, causing her body to shatter into a million blinding pieces. She cried out, unable to contain herself—not that she tried.
“Oh God! Oh God!”
Capturing her mouth with his, he worshiped her as his movements sped up, until he released inside of her with a breathless groan of desire. Rolling over, he dragged her limp body with his, peppering her face with kisses.
He chuckled as she nestled into him, her leg resting on his now flaccid member.
“What’s so funny?” she asked, kissing his bare chest.
“Dear God, I believe everyone in Essex knows about our marital activities. You, my wife, are very loud.” He kissed the tip of her nose.
Eliza sat up, not caring that she was completely naked. “I cannot believe that you are insulting me right now,” she said, trying to leave the bed.
He pulled her to him, rolling her onto her back. “It’s not an insult. It’s a fact.”
She shook her head, trying not to smile at her husband, but she couldn’t help herself. He was maddening. “I see I still have to teach you not to insult a lady, especially when she is naked and in your arms.”
“I only want one lady naked and in my arms for the rest of my life,” he said, pressing his lips to hers.
She wanted to reply, to tell him that his conversation skills really needed work, but all she could do was mold herself to him and sigh.
Her heart was filled with love for this man, who was much more than she could ever imagine. It didn’t matter that sometimes he said the wrong things, or was unable to express himself. All that mattered to her was that he loved her and she loved him.
Forever.
The End.
Cecilia Rene is a Detroit native who attended Grambling State University and then ventured to the Big Apple with nothing but a hundred and twenty dollars to her name, and somehow she survived.
After working nearly fifteen years as a Post Producer in the NY Advertising world, Cecilia continued her love for writing with Screenplays, until finally, she met a group of like-minded individuals online before she ventured into publishing herself.
Always an avid reader of romance and all things spicy, Cecilia fell in love with historical romance and craved to tell her own stories.
When she's not writing in her office with her very loud snoring companion, Sadie the pitbull, she can be found hiking the trails of Austin where she now resides with her giant teenager and grumpy husband.
Cecilia Rene loves romance, humor, and all things spicy.
For this reason, she will always give you a Happily Ever After. Follow her below for more.