Lord Blackwood's Virgin (Wedding Night Diaries Book 1)

by Raine Miller

  The slap of his bollocks hit against her sensitive sex as he moved, and so she began to push forward in her own right—against his thrusts, forcing him to plunge deeper inside her with every stroke, their bodies utterly connected. Celeste realized that her ability to keep her body still was a total impossibility.

  It was happening again. The same feeling he’d made in her before, as she strove toward its culmination with all her might. James pounded into her in long, deep slides of his cock with a look of wild abandonment. “You are so good—so tight around me,” he choked out, his mouth working soundlessly as he lost the rest of his words.

  Celeste didn’t care. She just felt him and seized everything he was giving her. Another moment later and she felt his flesh swell inside her, even harder than before; which had to be an impossibility she thought. James shouted her name, holding himself still and deep as a hot warmth spread inside her where he was buried so tightly.

  His jerking cock swept her into another culminating explosion all in a wonderful instant, and she threw her head back in ecstasy and cried out shamelessly as the pleasure engulfed her.

  All Celeste could do was shudder and take it all. Every glorious bit of the pleasure her husband had just shown her.

  James slowed down to gentle sliding strokes, unwilling and unable to pull out of her and move off. He couldn’t believe how he felt in the moment, something so extraordinarily different and new for him he could barely comprehend all that he wanted from her, and all that he felt for her. Was he in love? Was such a thing possible for him? Doubtful, but then he couldn’t remember ever feeling as content and fulfilled as he did right now with his cock still buried inside his wife’s tight quim.

  He lifted his head, opened his eyes, and focused on her in hopes he might gauge how she was feeling. He’d lost his mind during the grips of that orgasm, and the rush of pleasure still flowed through his blood even now, but at least he had the coherence to understand his actions. “My beautiful darling, you feel so good and perfect,” he murmured softly as he ground forward very slowly and deeply into her, seeking out the last wonderful gasp of wet, gripping, heat. “Are you well, Celeste?”

  “Oh yes, my husband,” she said shyly, her eyes rolling back slightly as he flexed into her, causing her breasts to jostle from the movement. She looked so lush and beautiful he felt his mouth begin to water again. He relished the thought that he could do this with her as much as he liked now. Celeste squeezed her luscious cunt around his cock in response and held him tight within her.

  Might he die in the throes of pleasure tonight? If so it would certainly be a pleasant way to pass into the spirit world he decided.

  James growled and sought her lips. What she had just accepted and given to him deserved a very special thank you. He kissed her slowly and thoroughly, loving her softness and the sensual response she gave up so freely, and thinking he was the luckiest of men in his good fortune of winning such a bride. Maybe he could be in love. Whatever this was it felt wonderful.

  And if he wasn’t mistaken, James would say his new wife had enjoyed her first fuck as much as he had.

  When he was able James withdrew from her carefully and rolled to his side and rested his head on an elbow. Celeste looked to him like a goddess upon a dais, a Greek immortal in all her lush, naked splendor. He admired and stared and watched her breathing slow until they were both restored to normal. It was a moment of supreme loveliness and perfection, with neither one of them wishing to look away from the other. “And do I belong to you completely now, James?” she asked in a soft voice, her silver blue eyes searching for his answer.

  “Yes indeed, my darling, you most certainly do,” he told her as he reached for her and pulled her on top of him as he rolled onto his back, “but I want to show you again and again and again, I am afraid.”

  She squeaked when he pulled her leg down to the bed and forced her to straddle him. Gripping her hips with each hand he massaged the flesh of her bottom and settled her over his lengthening cock lying flat on his stomach. “How’s that feel to you?” he asked.

  “Big. Hard.” She smiled shyly but then surprised him when she wriggled her derrière teasingly. His lovely virgin was a quick study it seemed.

  “You do that to me, Celeste. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” He reached up to cup a breast in each hand and lifted them to feel the weight. “So beautiful and soft.” James sat up in the bed and settled her comfortably in his lap. He leaned her back enough to have access to suck on her lovely tits, teasing the tips with harder sucks until they pebbled into tight buds of dark pink. She moaned and whimpered as he worked them over with his tongue and gentle scrapes of his teeth.

  When she was flushed with heat and trembling in his arms James lifted her by the hips above him and told her what he wanted. “Put me in you.”

  Celeste took his cock in her graceful hand and guided him to her wet, slippery cunny lips without even a moment’s hesitation. He dropped her down in conjunction with a hard thrust upward.

  They both shouted when he slid his throbbing prick all the way up inside her clutching sheath.

  Heaven. Complete and utter heaven followed as she rode him, lifting her perfect, tight cunt just enough so that she could slide back down on his painfully hard cock. Up and down, penetrate and retreat, pierce and glide. The sex went blissfully on and on, James gripping the lush cheeks of her arse to guide their escalating pace. Could it continue like this forever?

  A man could hope.

  Celeste threw her head back and cried out insensibly, her luscious tits bouncing in tune to their frenzied fucking. He felt her quim spasm around his cock in rhythmic jerks as she started to come. It set him off, too.

  James drilled her fast and hard in the final moments before that magical instant when he poured everything he had up into her hot depths, his seed spurting explosively in waves, flooding her cunny with his male essence, marking her as his alone. Mine, and only mine!

  The culmination of the most spectacular fuck he had ever experienced in his life.

  As much as he understood this fact, he also knew that Celeste was the reason for making it so. She was so precious to him and he finally understood his feelings.

  “James, James, James…I love you…” she moaned as she went slack in his hands, giving herself up to him so sweetly and generously as she sat impaled on his still twitching cock. So beautiful…so perfect, she almost seemed unreal. He had an instant epiphany.

  God in heaven, he was in love. James realized he was totally and irrevocably in love with his beautiful and passionate wife.

  Celeste was pulled down onto his chest breathing heavily, their bodies still connected as James clutched her to him while they both recovered. The aftershocks of the pleasure continued to burn within her, but it was paired with the deepest contentment she could ever remember. She felt cherished by her husband, and so much love for him she wanted to shout it to the world. Maybe she had shouted it in the throes of her pleasuring. If so, then it was a thing she was proud of because Celeste truly felt her love.

  After some moments James rolled them slowly until she was beneath him again and started kissing and laying his hands everywhere on her body; breasts, hips, legs, arms, throat, shoulders—no part of her was ignored by his claiming caresses.

  He said things in between the strokes of his tongue and press of his lips. He told her how beautiful she was and how good she felt, how much he needed her with him always.

  Celeste smiled and feathered her fingers into his hair, loving his way with her after pleasuring her so thoroughly. Her mother never mentioned anything like this would happen. Either her new husband was unique in his methods, or Mummy had held back from sharing just how wonderful the marriage bed would be.

  And then James pulled away enough to find her eyes and looked into them deeply, the dark brown sparks of his penetrating as surely as his cock still encased hot and full inside her. “I love you too, my beautiful virgin, and you make me such a very happy husband
.”

  “I love you, James, but I am a virgin no more.” She managed a teasing grin while flushing crimson she was sure.

  “I know, my sweet, and I very much enjoyed relieving you of that status, but there is still so much more to teach you,” he replied wickedly as he thrust down with his hips.

  Celeste felt every passionate inch of James’ deep and abiding love.

  EPILOGUE

  “James, you never told me why you came down into the grotto where you found me.” Celeste asked him over her dinner plate of roast lamb and potatoes.

  Sometime after their second explosive pleasuring, James had declared it was time for them to eat so they could “keep up their strength.” That he told her this with a devilish gleam in his eyes only made her blush to the roots of her hair. More bedsport was in store for her tonight apparently. And it was no hardship, either.

  Her husband was so devastatingly handsome sitting across from her with his blue robe draped over muscular shoulders, and with his hair slightly mussed from her hands buried in it as he’d made love to her. Celeste sighed contentedly as his eyes roved over her body in appreciation, most likely imaging how she looked underneath the nightdress she’d donned for the second time this night. He made her feel beautiful. The wolfish glances James gave her were a thrill if truth be told. Celeste loved how he looked at her like he might devour her upon his next breath.

  James devoured in the most delicious of ways.

  Their supper had been served in the sitting room adjacent to the master’s chamber so they might dine en suite on their wedding night. He was so thoughtful to have arranged it for them, and she appreciated the privacy they’d enjoyed without any of the staff to watch and gossip, but Celeste felt like now was the proper time to finally ask James how he’d come to find her. He had never said. She’d thought on it quite steadily and found that she simply wished to put her questions to rest and to finally know the reason. There was a darkness in the story she was sure, but Celeste needed to hear it from her husband regardless.

  He reached out and grasped her hand, rubbing the back with his thumb before lifting it to his lips for a soft kiss. “I think about that a great deal, and believe it was something of the hand of fate that pulled me down there at the precise time I needed to be there in order to save you,” he answered softly against the back of her hand.

  “I feel the same, mon beau sauveur, but why did you ever go there in the first place?”

  His expression hardened. “My distant cousin was murdered in the most haunting way. He was my best friend growing up and all through school. Our paths drifted after university, and we definitely saw each other less, but our bond stayed strong and we kept in touch regularly through letters. But in the last year things were different. He fell into an opium addiction, and it seized him deeply to the point his life was unrecognizable to what it had been. I tried to help by having him placed in a sanatorium for rest and treatment, but he checked himself out from care and was lost to the denizens of society. Then, about six months ago he was killed in a ritual of some similarity to what nearly happened to you. I began investigating every possible lead, and basically sleuthing my way to discovering the truth. My search finally led me to the grotto that night where I found you, and ultimately the miscreants who killed my cousin were brought to justice.”

  She shivered at his story, feeling so blessed to be safe, and loved, and cherished by him right now. How easily fate could have shifted for but a moment of time lost. God truly mastered the universe and all those souls within it. Celeste would send thanks in her prayers tonight and every night for James coming to find her.

  “What was your cousin’s name?”

  James turned her hand over and kissed the palm reverently. “Holmes. His name was Sherlock Holmes.”

  The End

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  The Wildness of Lord Greystoke

  A Legend of Greystoke inspired fan-fiction story.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Vivienne Wilmont has been writing for a while. She is also the alter ego behind several New York Times and USA Today Bestsellers, but felt the call to venture into something fun and different while writing the WEDDING NIGHT DIARIES.

  The WEDDING NIGHT DIARIES is a series of “behind the keyhole” novellas featuring famous couples you may have heard of before, and some you probably have not, on their wedding nights no less, and beyond. Scorching encounters and sexy romps between couples continuing forward well after the last page of their classic novel and fairy tale was turned. There are many more pages still to go for the husbands and wives of the WEDDING NIGHT DIARIES.

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