by Jaye Peaches
The servants had lined up in the marble hallway to welcome them, bobbing curtseys or dipping their heads accordingly. Alice smiled nervously at the footmen and maids; she hadn’t expected there would be quite the number of domestic staff. She wished she had paid more attention to her mother’s lectures on housekeeping.
“I have been planning my retirement for some time,” whispered Edmund when she queried the number. “The house has been well prepared for our arrival.”
Her husband showed her about the rooms in a typical brisk fashioned, practically marching her through the various receptions rooms. He showed no interest in the bedrooms, remarking many were covered in dustsheets, as they were not required.
Edmund, she realised, had something quite different on his mind. Soon after she had finished tea in his stylish drawing room he requested she retire to bed.
“There is the final matter of this special day to take care of, my dear,” he said eyeing her as if she were a rabbit caught in a trap.
Alice’s stomach filled with a fluttering sensation, a strange mixture of anxiety and excitement. Edmund summoned her maid, a dainty woman by the name of Primrose, who was tasked with escorting Alice to the master bedchamber.
The previous day, Alice’s wardrobe of clothes and other personal effects had been transported by wagon to Westfell. Primrose reassured her mistress that all had been stowed away safely.
The bedroom had at its epicentre a four-poster bed, the kind a king would sleep in and not a lowly engineer’s daughter. The golden drapes, embroidered with the finest silks, hung about the posts. Alice fingered the fabric, admiring the quality. She truly had become a lady of wealth and status.
Alice seated herself before the mirror of the dressing table and Primrose brushed the curls out of her dark hair until the ends licked about her shoulders. Staring at her reflection, Alice could see her nervous disposition clearly and wished she knew what to expect from her husband upon such a night. She had little understanding of the rudiments of sex only having witnessed a stallion mount a mare in a field. Beyond the crude couplings of nature, what happened betwixt man and wife in the bedroom remained somewhat of a mystery to Alice.
Primrose bobbed her curtsey and left Alice to wait for her husband. She wondered if she were to undress or lie on the bed, even take sanctuary under the covers. Perhaps he didn’t wish to see her body, merely feel his way about her form.
The door opened and Alice sprung up as if she were one of Edmund’s foot soldiers.
He stood by the door, shutting it behind him and looked Alice up and down. A small smile crept over his face making her blush. He remained in his uniform, as he had done throughout the day’s events. In the church with the sun shining through the stain glass windows, he had looked especially dashing.
With one hand, he undid his sword belt and tossed the weapon onto a nearby chair. Then he unbuttoned his collar, removed the ornate silver gorget, which protected his vulnerable breastbone, and loosened the white cravat about his neck with a sigh of a relief.
“What do I do?” whispered Alice, embarrassed by her ignorance.
“I shall undress you, my dear,” said Edmund. “That will be a good start.”
He approached and circled about her trembling form, a finger flicked her hair and another lifted her chin up so she could see his eyes. Exquisite grey eyes and a narrow nose adorned his handsome face. Everyday, Alice’s fascination with his appearance grew in appreciation and delight. He may be over a decade older than herself, but it didn’t show in his physique nor were there lines about his face.
Crouching down, he took hold of her ankle and lifted up her foot. Balanced precariously, her hand reached out to the bedpost to find support. Seeing him crouched below, his sturdy back and shoulders bent over, she re-directed her hand, bringing it down to lean on him. A strong man, she felt the firmness of his frame beneath her fingertips and even through the thick fabric of his jacket. The touch quickened her pulse.
He slipped her feet out of her flat shoes, which he placed under the bed. “There, such dainty feet,” he commented softly.
Her trembling hand slid off his back as he rose up. He seemed to tower over her. A whole head taller and as he gazed down, the heat emanating from his body induced even stronger palpitations. His hands brushed against her sides, climbing higher until they found her shoulders. The sensation sent a tingle of shivers down her spine.
With each passing caress of his hands, she had a crippling sense of losing control over her body. How did he do it? Barely touching and with only the penetrating greyness of his eyes, he rapidly sent her spiralling into an unknown place in her mind. He unlocked a secret haven of desire and she craved to have him closer, pressed against her body and something else. She couldn’t put her finger on what exactly her body needed from him only that her sex seemed to be the source of her yearning.
His poised hands unhooked the clasp of her gown, and with a gentle nudge, the short sleeves slithered down her arms. Another almost violent shiver cascaded across her skin. The rest of the gown floated down her body, gliding past her hips and on to the floor. Swiftly, he collected the garment and lay it neatly on a chair. Underneath her white wedding gown, she wore a sleeveless petticoat.
Her eyes tracked his face, not daring to leave it for fear the magical intimacy he had kindled might suddenly fade. With a faint expression of amusement creeping on to his features, he looped his fingers around the straps and drew them down her arms. She heard him sniff as he briefly buried his nose in her hair, kissing her neck lightly.
“Devine,” he murmured.
His fingers tickled as he continued to lower her undergarment. Alice squirmed, goose bumps rising higher on her exposed flesh. Each moment of such close proximity unravelled her ability to think straight. A newly found energy coursed through her blood, heating her bosom and loins.
His deft hands reached her cotton corset. He paused, fingers hovering, and emitted a low sigh and cocked his head to one side. A gentle sound—of appreciation? Her own arms lay rigid to her sides, unable to move, while her hands simply quivered with expectation of what was to come. He ran a lone finger up the straight busk of her corset towards her cleavage. She watched its progress hypnotised.
The busk parted her rounded breasts, forming distinct globes. They heaved as she panted with short breaths. He stopped short of touching her and instead, pinched the end of a lace between his finger and thumb. As he unlaced the corset, he freed her captured bosom and unleashed her erect nipples, which pushed through the fabric of her shift. Glancing up, she caught sight of Edmund tracing his tongue about his lips. She swayed, seeing his reaction, wondering if his mouth would taste every part of her. Was that part of the experience? To be explored in every possible way?
Only her shift and stockings remained.
Alice said nothing. She doubted she could string a sentence together. It took all of her concentration not to swoon on her feet. She could smell his scent. It was like nothing she had encountered before. Neither unpleasant nor fresh, a concoction of aromas that made her insides tighten.
With the corset gone, she had little protection from him. Lowering himself down again, he rolled down her silk stockings. She emitted a tiny murmur, a small gasp. The soft material tickled as it descended. When he had said he would undress her, she hadn’t envisioned it would be quite so torturous. A delightful kind of torture, building her anticipation to an unknown climax of lust.
He rose and his hand moved towards the linen chemise, laced about the neck, sleeveless and low to her calves. Edmund loosened the tie, allowing the neckline to drop to her bosom, exposing the upper portion of her breasts. Her heartbeats thundered against her breastbone. His eyes widened farther and his cheekbones flushed pink. With less grace, he reached down and grabbed the hem of her shift. He started to lift it.
A dreadful sense of alarm filled Alice. The realisation he intended to strip her completely naked trampled over her arousal, forcing her to step backwards away from him. She
always thought of herself as attractive, but now, facing a stunningly handsome man, she doubted her appeal. The idea of nudity truly worried her and she wondered if he would find her flesh adequate for his needs.
She blurted. “No! Please. I’ve never been naked before another person, not since I was a small child. It is too much. Please don’t undress me further.” Her hands wrapped about her body, as if to protect it.
“What silliness,” Edmund grinned—an expression that added to her sense of discomfort. He reached out with a hand, palm expectantly raised and Alice stepped back again, her heel knocking into the bedpost.
His lack of sensitivity fleetingly worried her. Tears welled in her eyes.
Edmund’s face softened, the smirk quickly disappeared and he lowered his hand. “Very well. You may keep the shift for the first time, but after, you will always be naked for me. Understood?”
Alice hesitated. Wondering if she should refuse his compromise. What would happen if she insisted? With renewed purpose, he began to unbutton his red jacket. The uniform revitalised her flailing nerves. Perhaps if he would give her something in return, to help her.
She touched the back of his hand, forcing him to pause. “Edmund, would you do… what you have to do… with that uniform on. It would help me greatly.”
The grin returned, although without the mocking edge, and he accompanied it with a hearty chuckle. “You are a strange creature sometimes. Just this once. It will not be mine to wear from this day.”
Alice felt a modicum of relief at his agreement. The uniform gave her comfort, as if it spoke of masculinity and protection. It also gave Edmund a fine figure. What lay beneath the clothing, she would discover in her own time.
“Lie back on the bed,” said Edmund bending down to remove his boots.
She daren’t hesitate again and she crawled onto the bed. With slow deliberate movements, to ensure her shift kept her covered, she lay on her back. She locked her legs together and pressed arms to her sides. She couldn’t help the tension in her muscles—the cramping sensation grew stronger as her nerves reached precipitous levels. Would he throw himself onto her?
Edmund perched on the end of the bed, firmly took her delicate ankles in each hand and swung her legs apart, separating them. Her apprehensive belly knotted, while below, in her secret place, the tingling sensation heightened further. He shifted and knelt between her thighs. His hands moved along her legs, dragging the chemise along with his palms. The smooth caress caused her to flinch. Breaking off from his exploration, he leant forward and rested his weight on his hands, one on either side of her head.
“Don’t be afraid, dearest,” he spoke gently with an edge she could not deny enticed her. His body, complete with resplendent shiny buttons, pristine white trim and startling red, loomed over her. Her hearted pounded as if it would burst through her ribs, such was the effect his uniform had on her fertile imagination. Years of daydreaming had come to fruition. She had her soldier. She could let her rampant desires loose and dwell in them without fear.
His lips lowered on to her own. Alice closed her eyes.
He had kissed her outside of the church, a brief display for the watching congregation and while they travelled over the moors, he had pecked her on the cheek a few times as she enjoyed the scenery.
This kiss felt very different to Alice. The pressure on her lips, his tongue forcing them apart, darting into her mouth, tickling her teeth, nipping her tongue. It sent waves of spasms down from her throat, over her belly to her sex, a part of her body she found perplexing and beguiling as it responded to each stage of her eventual deflowering.
Her fingers reached up to his buttons, the cold metal in her warm hands and she tugged on them, pulling him down on to her bosom. The kissing didn’t stop, she inhaled his exhale and tried to catch her breath.
A hand moved. It trailed over her shift, finding a nipple and a soft breast. Edmund murmured sweet nothings into her mouth, then rolled his palm about her breast, kneading her until she felt pain. She clenched her teeth slightly and his hand moved away, down the curvature of her waist and then under. He lifted up folds of her chemise until his palm cupped a buttock lobe and squeezed hard. Alice fought not to wriggle or squirm away from his roving hand. The roughness grew and his fingers crushed her pliable flesh. Too much! She jolted, yelping into his mouth. The hand ceased its pincer grip.
Edmund released her mouth and Alice opened her eyes. He stared down, ran his tongue around his moist lips and brought his hand around her upper thigh, and touched her mound. Taking a few wisps of her bush, he tugged. She winced, the sting made her draw her knees up slightly.
“Another time, I will clip these,” he said sweetly and let go of her hairs. One of his fingers slipped down, over her sensitive nub, electrifying the hidden organ. She shuddered involuntarily. How did it know what to do when she did not? Separating her folds, his finger rimmed her vagina, testing and seeking out her tight hole. Edmund appeared spellbound by his exploration.
“Oh my,” she uttered.
His finger touched her bud again and a tumultuous sensation almost ripped through her. Panicking at its intensity, she tried to shut her legs together. However, Edmund’s location, wedged between her thighs, made it impossible. Kneeling up, he reached down to his fall front, the flap of fabric covering his bulging manhood. With practised efficiency, he undid the buttons with one hand and the flap flopped down to reveal his erection. It sprang out of its captivity and stood upright.
Alice’s eyes widened. She hadn’t anticipated his girth and length when engorged. “Oh my,” she repeated and stuffed the fabric of her shift between her splayed legs. “It will not fit there, truly.”
Edmund grinned broadly, reached up under her shift, forced her hand aside and rimmed his finger once again. Withdrawing, he held it up to the candlelight and the skin glistened. “You are quite wrong, sweet Alice. It will.”
She gawped at her wetness, unaware of how bountiful it had become. Its appearance greatly excited her husband, his eagerness showed in the swiftness of his actions.
He quickly lowered himself and lifted the shift up with a hurried gesture. She felt the tip of his warm penis on her lips. It may be made of flesh, but its hardness astounded her. Too large, it had to be!
“It will hurt a little, then no more. Relax, as much as you can.” For a few seconds he waited, his hot breath blooming over her face. She allowed his soft voice to comfort her. Just as she took a deep breath, he leant forward and drove his cock into her slit.
Alice let out a cry. Something stung badly inside her. A sharp pinch of pain accompanied by a roughness against her interior. Edmund, seemingly lost in a fit of delight, buried his head in her hair, holding himself steady. As he smothered her in kisses, she felt her innards give, stretch and grow about him. The panic left her body, replaced by a glowing sense of satisfaction. Her maidenhead had been ruptured. It was no more and her relief was palpable.
Now she could enjoy the movement of his body, the thrusts of his hips, and the sight of his immaculate uniform rising and falling over her body, a blur of scarlet and white as he quickened his pace.
The flurry of nerves, different ones, sprung to life between her legs. She felt as if she was climbing, rising to a pinnacle. This time, the exhilarating sensation seemed to build to new heights.
“Please, please… something is happening,” she gasped between Edmunds swings, his breeches rubbing against her inner thighs.
“You quicken, Alice,” he said breathless. “Let it come.”
Her mind twisted in confusion and just as she thought something might burst out of her belly, Edmund juddered, stilled and his face contorted for a few seconds. Then, without warning, he slumped down heavily on her frame, panting into her neck.
Alice, uncertain, wrapped her arms about his broad shoulders and held him tight. Tears pricked her eyes. She didn’t know if he had taken some dislike of her. His abrupt halt and strange expression perplexed her.
“Have I done wron
g?” she asked nervously.
Edmund laughed. A light chuckle close by her ear. Lifting his head. “Dearest, you have done nothing wrong. You have pleased me. It is my completion. I have planted my seed inside you. Did you not feel the heat?”
Alice had felt much warmth course through her body, especially about her bosom. “I feel quite… damp,” she said sheepishly.
Edmund swung his body off hers, the sweat beading on his forehead. “Well I am certainly hot. Now, you promised, Alice. Take off that shirt.”
Unlike earlier, when she had felt awkward to be naked in the presence of her husband, the unease had vacated her mind. Her virginity stripped away, its demise gave her the confidence to move forward and lose her inhibitions. She sat up and slowly peeled off her chemise. Her pale skin glowed yellow with the candlelight as she presented her belly and breasts. Her tufted mound shimmered with his spillage.
“Delightful,” he murmured. Glancing up to catch her eyes, he spoke again, with a sterner tone. “You must never hide this body from me. I will not allow it.”
“Yes, Edmund,” said Alice.
“I want you to undress me,” he said holding out his hand, helping her stand up.
Alice’s fingers fumbled with the buttons, which were surprisingly stiff and hard to undo. He helped her complete the task, and then standing behind him, she eased the coat off his shoulders and laid it to one side with some degree of reverence. His shirt, she slowly drew over his head, baring his torso. His chest, bare and smooth, immediately caught her attention, each pectoral firm and rigid with a tiny nipple at the apex. She tugged on his breeches and they fell down to his ankles. She peeled away his cotton stockings, completing his unveiling.
Edmund had no apparent self-consciousness about his own nudity. He exuded a confidence about his person. His thighs thick with muscles, stomach flat and trim, and hips narrow. She didn’t know why his physique appealed to her innocent mind so much, but it made her scalp prickle and her legs jelly-like.
As she rose up from her position by his feet, her smooth cheek brushed against his cock and Edmund moaned. With a few swift movements, he propelled her back on to the bed and wrapped his limbs about her body. The kissing had an even greater intensity than before and she reciprocated with lingering ones of her own. She trailed her mouth over his chest, down his belly and halted, uncertain as to how to proceed.