Dizzy Dilemmas
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Glenmore turned to look at her and sucked in his breath. The sudden shower had passed and the sun streamed through the windows; bathing her in soft evening light. Unbeknownst to Dizzy, the water had rendered her dress completely see through and he drank in the beauty of her slim body unconsciously displayed before him. Slowly he walked towards her and lightly grasping her shoulders he turned her to face the full length mirror. She gasped when she realised that she was virtually naked to his gaze but made no move to cover herself. She watched as his hands cupped her breasts, weighing them in his palms before rubbing his thumbs over the dusky pink areoles awakening the nipples so they hardened and sent shimmers of desire through her body. While one hand continued to caress her breast, the other touched the curls at the apex of her legs. He cupped her mound and stroked her through the wet material, her soft gasps making his cock harden and strain against the cloth that kept it contained.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmured in her ear, before running his tongue around the lobe and nipping her neck. He tugged up her skirts to gain better access and as she watched her parted her folds and slipped his finger inside, exploring her most private of places and making her tremble. “You are so wet, sweetheart; so ready for me,” he said, “I want to taste you.”
Impatient with the buttons he tugged on the sodden material which gave way easily and in a matter of a few moments, Dizzy stood completely naked before him, her skin flushed with passion. Glenmore shrugged out of his coat and loosened his cravat before kneeling before her. She watched mesmerized as he parted her legs and tasted her nectar, using his tongue to stroke her sensitive area and to bring her almost to the point of release.
“Please Glenmore,” she begged “I want to feel you inside me.”
Marcus needed no other invitation and standing he swept her up in his arms and carried her to his bed. Making short work of divesting the rest of his clothing he joined her and, parting her legs with his thigh, he pressed his member into her and made love to her; hard and fast until she screamed out his name as she plunged over the edge. Only then did he withdraw slightly before thrusting into her one more time and filling her hot core with his seed.
Sleep overtook them both but before long Marcus was awoken by her wriggling next to him so he tightened his hold on her waist but kept his eyes closed.
“Glenmore let me go before your valet or Sarah comes up,” she said pushing against his chest.
“We have plenty of time Gherkin,” he informed her, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss before lifting her to straddle him and sheathing his cock inside her. He played with her breasts while she rode him and once they had both climaxed she slumped on top of him; out of breath and sated. Whilst they recovered, he released her hair from its bonds and watched it unfurl down her back and this time when she went to get up he let her go.
“Are you hungry Gherkin? I requested an intimate supper for two to be laid out in your room,” he told her sitting up in bed and watching her as she scrambled around picking up the remnants of her clothes.
Dizzy stopped and looked at him. “Please tell me you did not just say what I thought you said. Please tell me it is my hearing that is at fault and not your sanity!”
“Depends what you think you heard!” he replied. “If you ….”
“Stop!” she called holding up her hand “Glenmore, is it my reputation you are trying to destroy or do you have a death wish? Gideon may have been persuaded to overlook one transgression but he will very likely skin us alive if he discovers we have been intimate again.”
“Having made love to you four times now, I really think you could start calling me Marcus,” he said, crossing his arms and giving her a lopsided grin. “As to your reputation; have you forgotten we were married earlier today?”
“Not really! I know you insisted on detail but it was all playacting as part of your murder mystery themed party; remember?”
“It is true that it was part of the theme,” Marcus’ grin turned sheepish “But the wedding was real enough; real vicar, real vows, real register so that makes you my real wife!”
Dizzy opened her mouth to speak but only a strangled noise could she emit so she closed it again and an ominous silence reigned as she went back over the events of the last twenty four hours in her head and a dawning realization had her growling.
“Everyone knew apart from me!” she cried. “How could I have been so stupid; so gullible?”
“Well there were a few times when I thought you may have cottoned on,” he informed her and ducked when she threw a soggy slipper at his head. “Now, now sweetheart, the dowager would no doubt tell you that young brides do not throw shoes at their husbands on their wedding day.”
The second slipper hit him squarely on his chest but whilst she frantically looked around for something else to throw at his head he leapt from the bed and grabbed her, deftly flinging her over his shoulder and carrying her back to the bed and pinning her beneath him.
“I can understand you being upset Gherkin, but we both know you love me so why not accept it?” he asked.
“I don’t love you,” she answered, turning her face away so he would not see her tears.
“Now that is a lie, my darling girl. You do love me, almost as much as I love you; but not quite.”
Dizzy turned back in amazement. “You love me?”
“Yes; this much!” he said holding up his thumb and forefinger about an inch apart.
“Well I love you this much!” Dizzy replied holding up her thumb and finger about an inch and a half apart.
“Well I love you this much!” responded Marcus increasing the gap to two inches and then saying “times infinity!” and then he kissed her, gently this time and pouring all that love into it and leaving her in no doubt of his feelings.
“Would you like you wedding gift before or after supper?” he asked, rolling off her and sitting up.
“Isn’t the jewellery my present?” she asked also sitting up.
“That was the public present but I have another, more personal one,” he told her and from beneath his pillows produced a package that turned out to be a sketch pad.
“I was inspired by Hester’s gift to her husband to produce some sketches of my own. I have always enjoyed drawing and have been told I am pretty good at it. I thought whilst we are ‘dead’ we could amuse ourselves by trying out some of these.”
“How long do we have to play dead, do you think?” she asked.
“Oh I am hoping two or three days!” he smiled. “Then we will have to host the rest of the party but after I intend for us to go on a long honeymoon so that Mustapha Mummy can have time to get over his disappointment.”
“Not to mention all those matchmakers and their daughters who will be devastated that you are no longer available!” she told him.
Dizzy opened the pad and found pencil drawings of a couple; unmistakably her and Glenmore, in a variety of positions.
She turned the pages and felt herself blush at some of the illustrations and when she glanced up he was smiling wolfishly at her. “That one I have been fantasizing about ever since we hid behind the flowers at the Farleigh’s ball.”
“Then it is only fair to make your fantasy a reality,” she grinned back. “Supper can wait!”
Table of Contents
Dizzy Dilemmas
DEDICATION
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
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