Louise was mesmerised by the bulge in his trousers. Her chat with Victoria in the morning had primarily discussed the differences between men and how you never really know just how big it was going to be. Thomas was well endowed, Victoria assured her, so it stood to reason Charles would be his father’s son, in the same department. But nothing prepared her for seeing a fully erect male sex organ. She was fascinated that the veins stood out and the whole thing throbbed in time with his heart beat. She could see it pulsing.
‘Touch it.’ He murmured and she looked up into his knowing and experienced eyes. She gently reached out with her right hand and wrapped her fingers around the girth. She gasped as she felt it throb against her palm and Charles groaned at the delicacy of her touch.
‘Do you want me to lick it as well?’ she asked innocently.
‘Not tonight.’ He murmured as he pushed his britches down his hips and stepped out of them leaving just his boots on. He pulled her body against his chest and kissed her more passionately and less harshly.This is your wife to be! Don’t just fuck her!He admonished himself as the urge to throw her facedown over the desk and screw her from behind flashed through his mind. Instead, he swept her up in his arms and laid her carefully on the rug in front of the fire.She’s a virgin. Treat her gently.He instructed himself and kept himself under harsh restraint, even as she bucked with the magic in his fingers producing her first ever orgasm. He looked down on the expression of wonder and smiled happily.Jesus! She is so beautiful.He said to himself yet again and felt his own wonder as her mouth opened in an unadulterated O of pleasure. She closed her eyes in ecstasy and Charles shifted between her thighs, he took his penis in his hand and guided it gently into the entrance to her female passage. It was slick with her sexual discharge. ‘Relax.’ He murmured as he slowly pushed in until he came up against the resistance of her maidenhead.Fuck! She’s so tight!He thought. ‘This might sting a little or even a lot. Every woman is different.’ He muttered and forced himself harshly through the barrier, fully sheathing himself inside her. She gasped and her eyes flew open. ‘All done.’ He murmured and kissed her face all over, from her chin to her forehead. Fluttering little butterfly kisses, to distract her attention as well as soothe her fears.
‘Is it normal for it to hurt?’ she asked innocently.
‘Yes, but it usually doesn’t last very long.’ He mumbled against her neck. ‘Not that I’ve deflowered a lot of virgins, but most women will talk about their first time.’
For Louise, it was an overwhelming sensation of being invaded and stretched. But something was missing and she felt an urge to move. She became aware of how his body trembled with need and without realising what she was doing, instinctively her hips moved up, allowing him a deeper access to her body. He moaned and slowly pulled back almost to the point of withdrawal and then he rushed in again. He kept up this uneven rhythm, pulling out slowly and pushing in quickly until he felt her body start to tremble, when he evened out the rhythm as he gathered speed.
‘Oh!’ Louise uttered. ‘It’s so.....’ she was unable to finish the sentence as he kissed her deeply, delving as deep as his tongue could go without choking her.
Oh! God!He thought,how sublime can it get, with my tongue in her mouth and my cock in to the hilt. All I need now is her to orgasm for me.‘Come for me Lulu?’ he murmured and ran his tongue over her cheek, down her neck and across her collarbone. He could hear her panting with the physical exertion and gently he slipped his hand between them, feeling for her clitoris. ‘God! You’re so wet.’ He murmured as her fluids flooded his fingers and enabled him to slide his fingertip over that pleasure gland with ease.
‘Uh!’ burst from her throat as her body reacted and suddenly her back was arching and an “Uh” burst with every breath. He felt the first ripple of her internal muscles and almost cried as he murmured. ‘You’re coming! Can you feel it?’
But Louise was incapable of rational thought, as her orgasm exploded through her body like a torrent, washing from her toes to burst inside her cranium like a firework. She clenched her fists in Charles’s hair in ecstasy and he was astonished to feel her body continue to writhe as he shuddered and emptied his sperm into her explosively. He felt every throb of her passage, as she milched him, his hips cradled by her thighs and his back arched with the strength of his orgasm.
‘My God!’ Louise gasped in wonder. ‘I had no idea it was so good.’ She looked at Charles with her golden eyes. ‘No wonder you men like to keep it to yourselves.’
‘Thank you.’ Charles murmured as he slowly disengaged their bodies, rolled off her and lay spreadeagled on the carpet, his chest heaving as he panted from the exertion.
She rolled on her side, wiped the sperm from her thigh and inspected it. She sighed deeply and looked down the length of his fine body, with it’s chiselled musculature and dense springy body hair. ‘Next time you should take your boots off.’ She said softly.
He laughed easily. ‘Next time I hope its in a bed!’ He pulled his jacket towards him and removed his large linen handkerchief. Graciously he offered it to Louise.
‘What do I need that for?’ she asked innocently.
‘Do you wish to remain sticky for the rest of the night?’ he asked impertinently.
She smiled cockily, rolled on her back, opened her legs and said. ‘Would you mind?’
‘Not at all!’ Charles said and rolled on his side to wipe the linen around her sex and thighs. ‘But I shouldn’t really bother.’ He murmured as he buried his mouth in her vagina and insistently brought her to more orgasms, his arms under her thighs and his fingers tormenting her nipples as he kept her coming over and over again.
‘No more.’ She begged before he would stop, ‘Please? No more!’ He rested his cheek on her lower abdomen and just sniffed the aroma of her arousal. It was intoxicating, making his manhood swell and throb. He hefted himself up on his elbows and shuffled over her lax body until his throbbing manhood was poised for re-entry. Lifting her legs, one at a time, he pulled them out and placed her feet flat on the rug. Slowly he penetrated her, feeling her vagina palpitate and the mouth of her womb quivered as he became fully embedded.
‘We should get dressed.’ He murmured. ‘Victoria will have organised dinner.’ He lifted his head and stared in her golden eyes as he slowly withdrew making her whimper.
‘No.’ she gasped in a whisper, believing that he was pulling out completely. ‘Please?’
He smiled lasciviously. ‘I’m not going anywhere.’ He whispered as he forced his manhood back in to the hilt. Louise lifted her hips to accept his carnal pleasure and as he seated himself fully again he uttered an imprecation. ‘Fuck! I couldn’t leave now if my life depended on it!’
Charles was stunned at the response of his bride to be. It appeared that he was fortunate to have chosen a sensual and passionate partner to share his life and title. Slowly he brought her to the pinnacle of ecstasy and as she plunged over the precipice, she started to cry as she gasped and moaned. He could feel all the tiny muscles in her slick passage ripple and milch him as he forced himself in and his body shook in rapture as a deluge of his seed spurted into her womb.
As his muscles relaxed, he looked down on her face and gently kissed the tears from her cheeks.
‘I love you, Charles.’ She mumbled as she buried her face in his shoulder. She slid her hands across his shoulders and down his back, pulling his body against her, making him suck in a sharp breath.
‘Please, be careful?’ he asked and looked at her imploringly. Louise frowned and flattened her hands on his back. She opened her mouth in surprise as she felt the ridged skin under her palms. Charles slowly disengaged from her, feeling her throb as he finally slid out and he shuffled down her body, before he relaxed and rested his face between her breasts. ‘That was beautiful. Thank you.’ He whispered. They were quiet for a few minutes as Charles thought about the murder of his father. ‘I hope Kitty will be alright.’ He said as his eyes lost focus and he recalled how distressed his
sister was earlier.
‘Don’t worry about Kitty. I understand from Mary that Richard passed out in her room and she had him undressed and laid in her bed. So I would imagine they are engaged in the same activity as us.’
Charles knew she was right. Richard had looked pale for most of the afternoon and he knew that sooner or later he would black out. Richard wouldn’t be able to resist Kitty, anymore than he’d been able to resist Louise. He smiled softly and picked up the linen handkerchief, pushed himself up onto his knees and wiped it around Louise’s privates. He quickly stood, thrusting his legs into his britches, quickly buttoning them as he picked up his shirt. He looked down on Louise as she lay on the carpet. ‘Hey! Shake a leg.’ He said and crouched down to shake her shoulder. ‘You can’t sleep now. If I come to your room tonight I can make love to you until you fall asleep.’ He murmured and helped her sit up.
‘I ache.’ She said in surprise.
‘You would.’ He said and snorted in amusement. ‘You have just used muscles that have never been used before.’ He helped her to her feet. ‘You’ll be sore as well.’ He picked up her gown and held it as she stepped into it. She forced her arms in the sleeves and turned for him to do up the back. She twisted her hair around and used the pins to secure it in a passably ordered state.
‘How do I look?’ she asked him.
‘Beautiful, as always.’ He said and kissed her softly, ‘desirable,’ he kissed her again, ‘alluring,’ he murmured, as he traced his lips down her throat, ‘fascinating,’ he rested his lips against the hollow in her throat ‘and so delightfully available.’
‘And you need to finish dressing.’ She said firmly, ‘before you take my dress off again.’
Richard opened his eyes and looked down on the soft brown hair that was spread over his abdomen. Kitty’s face was pressed to his pectoral muscle and she was asleep with her thumb in her mouth. She looked so childlike he felt guilty for destroying her innocence.
After they had made love, they whispered endearments to each other for a while, until Kitty remembered that her father had been murdered that lunchtime.
‘Why?’ she had cried, in between the sobs wracking her body. ‘What did he do that he deserved to be murdered?’ She demanded of Richard, who couldn’t answer such an impossible question. He shrugged and squeezed her tight.
‘I don’t know. But I’m glad that I’m here.’ He mumbled as he kissed her forehead tenderly and she curled against his body for comfort. Slowly he let her hair down from the braids that it had been in since before dawn, plucking each plait out until her hair cascaded across his chest like a brown waterfall, rippling in the late evening sun streaming through the window. He carefully covered her exposed body with the sheet, to protect it from the sun and after she had cried herself to sleep, Richard dozed fitfully.
‘Kitty?’ he murmured and kissed her forehead again. ‘I think we should get up, Victoria is expecting us for dinner.’
She snuggled and moaned like a child does when it doesn’t want to wake up.
‘Come along, angel.’ He said more firmly. ‘You need to wash my sperm off your body!’
‘Your what?’ she asked innocently as she was waking up and then her eyes opened wide and looked up at his face in shock. He smiled enigmatically as she had total recall of their lovemaking. ‘Your sperm, did you say?’ and he laughed, pushed her over on her back and pushed his hand between her thighs. Immediately she felt the stickiness and looked under the sheet. ‘It’s a good job I asked Mary to get me a bath.’ She said indignantly and clambered out of bed. She opened the door to her bathing room and checked the bath. It was full of tepid water. She literally tied her hair in a knot as she locked the door to the sitting room and stepped into the bath, quickly soaping her groin and rinsing her body, before wrapping herself in a large towel.
‘Come on, Richard. It’s your turn.’ She ordered as she sauntered back into the bedroom. She stood at the foot of the bed and just looked at the definition of his muscles. He looked fit and healthy on the front; it was only when he turned over that you saw just how weak he was.
Richard moaned, rolled over and climbed slowly out of bed. He sauntered arrogantly to the bath, climbed in and washed himself quickly. ‘Kitty? Is there another towel?’ he asked and she whipped the one off her body.
‘No. You’ll have to use this one.’ She said, standing blatantly in front of him in the nude. He stepped out of the bath, took the towel and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her very passionately with his tongue swiping provocatively against the inside of her lips.
‘You are a very beautiful and sensual woman, Amelia Stafford, and I think you should know that my feelings are very much engaged.’ He murmured as their lips parted. He looked at her wet lips and again imagined what they would feel like sliding over the head of his penis.
She stroked the hair off his forehead. ‘You are a very handsome and passionate man, Richard Dunsmore and I know my feelings are engaged, otherwise you couldn’t have ignited the fire in my body that’s burning for you.’
He made an inarticulate sound, crushed his mouth over hers as he clutched her body to him and carried her back to the bed. Slowly and erotically they dried each other with the one towel
‘We must get dressed.’ She said eventually. ‘You need to go to your suite!’
He rolled off her body again and lay against the pillows, hands behind his head, watching her get dressed indolently. He felt a spike of arousal as he watched her smooth her stockings on, with her foot resting on the stool.Her thighs are so creamy.He thought as he watched her tie the ribbons of her garters.
‘It’s unfortunate, but I don’t actually have a mourning dress.’ Kitty said as she stepped into her calico chemise, ‘so I’m not sure what to wear.’ She looked over at Richard and gasped at the size of his manhood.Even getting dressed arouses him! She thought, startled at the size of his erection. ‘Are you always like that?’ she demanded impertinently.
‘Always around you.’ he admitted. ‘Most of the time I can camouflage it, but not when I’m naked.’ He chuckled and clasped it in his hand. ‘This is all for you!’ he promised.
‘Well, I hope so.’ She sniggered. ‘I would be as jealous as hell if some other woman ended up satisfying you, instead of me!’ She said as she tied the ribbons of her chemise in a bow, pulling her breasts about until they were comfortable. Suddenly Richard was in front of her, she looked up into his bright blue eyes as he placed his hands on her waist.
‘There isn’t another woman in this world that could arouse me like you do.’ He said hoarsely and kissed her lips softly.
‘You should get dressed.’ She whispered again, ‘before you get carried away and make more love to me.’ He released her and went to retrieve his britches from the carpet the other side of the bed. Kitty opened her armoire and looked at the selection of dresses. ‘What have I got that’s dark enough and plain enough for mourning?’ she muttered to herself.
‘Do you always talk to yourself?’ Richard asked as he arrived behind her, still fastening his britches.
‘No. I usually talk to Mary.’ Kitty said absently as she pulled dark coloured garments out. ‘Too fancy.’ She murmured as she replaced the indigo gown with pearl adornments. ‘Ah! Now this might do.’ She said brightly as she pulled a dark grey morning dress with an ivory lace collar out. ‘Yes.’ She said and walked over to the bed, draping the gown over the rumpled linen. She went straight to a chest of drawers and opened the third drawer down, moving items around until she stood with a black lace shawl in her hands. ‘Perfect!’ she uttered, took a petticoat out of another draw and turned to smile at Richard. ‘Ensemble complete.’ She said and gasped again as she looked at Richard. He had his shirt on, but only the bottom few buttons done up, he’d tucked it into his britches, but he looked so elegantly masculine, provocative and down right sexy, that Kitty couldn’t resist going to him and burying her face in the open front of his shirt, feeling the hard planes of his chest and the crisp hair
against her cheek. She threw the clothing on the bed and smoothed her hands over his buttocks, breathing deeply the smell of him.
‘You should finish dressing, before Mary arrives and scandal spreads through the household.’ He whispered, resting his cheek on her head and scrunching handfuls of her hair against her back.
‘Yes,’ she stepped away from him, a soft smile on her lips. ‘We wouldn’t want anybody to know, would we?’
Kitty concentrated on getting dressed and tried to ignore the man in her rooms. Eventually she was dressed and finished her ensemble with her black riding boots. As Richard shrugged his jacket on, she straightened his collar and kissed him lightly on the cheek. ‘Now we have to pretend that we haven’t spent the evening in bed.’ She murmured as Mary tapped on the door.
Chapter 14
Victoria and Edward arrived downstairs and were greeted by Deacon. ‘Your Graces.’ He murmured deferentially. ‘The guests have started appearing for dinner and I’ve served beverages in the drawing room. Dinner should be served in about twenty minutes.’
‘Thank you, Deacon.’ Victoria intoned absently and turned for the drawing room, Edward trailing disconsolately in her wake.
The footman opened the door for them and she was confronted with the house guests. Francis came forward immediately. ‘Your Grace.’ He murmured and lifted her hand to his cheek.
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