“Here we are,” she echoed, feeling his penis rest—or rather, not rest—hard against her. “Um, where’s Mrs. Marlow?”
“Gone home to see to Bert’s lunch. And left ours for us. Why?”
“Well,” she took a deep breath, “as we’re alone, we’re married, and I need pampering, I think you really need to release Richard, get rid of those clothes, and get into bed. Then make me a proper wife.”
****
Would he?
Chrissie watched, hardly daring to breathe as Archie sat up and stared hard at her for what seemed like ages but was probably only a second or two.
“Now?”
She nodded.
“No holds barred, full on ‘take me I’m yours’ stuff?” he asked
Even through his trousers and the sheet over her Chrissie swore she felt his cock jump and jerk. Surely that was a good sign?
“Well,” she said temporizing rapidly. “I don’t want to swing from the chandelier, not yet, but that apart? Yes, I want you in me and well….” Bugger her propensity to blush. She was damned sure it did go from her hairline to her toes. And all places in between. “Now before I explode or we get interrupted again.”
She kicked the sheet down with her uninjured foot and his eyes lit up even as he chuckled. “You’re safe with regard to the light fittings, love. The only chandeliers not taken down for safekeeping are in the ballroom at The Grange. I don’t think your Chalky White would approve of us going all the way above the heads of the machinists and leather cutters.”
She giggled at the picture he’d just painted and gasped as he licked his thumb and slowly circled her nub.
Oh lord it sent the rest of her body into spasms of delight. Her skin tingled, her muff dampened, and as for her pussy? Chrissie moaned in delight. “More, just well there… you know…” Gracious, I can’t say what I want. “My pussy,” she finished in a rush.
He did. He trailed his fingers lower, all the while playing with her clitoris and increasing those nips and stings that bombarded her.
When he slipped one then two fingers inside her channel, and began to work them up and down, Chrissie arched up into his hand. It wasn’t enough.
“You, I need you in me, all of you.”
He laughed. “Not sure all of me would fit.” Without stopping his erotic nips and thrusts, Archie used his other hand to undo the buttons of his trousers and release his penis from the tweed prison it had been held in. As it popped out—there was no other word for it, Chrissie thought—it waved as if to say hello. Chrissie swallowed. It was that or salivate.
“Now, sad as I am I’ll have to leave you for one second to discard these clothes. I do think the first time should be flesh on flesh, don’t you?” Slowly Archie withdrew his fingers, chuckled at her “ohh, nooo,” and stood up. “Two minutes no more. And why don’t you take your bra and knickers off? If I did it, I’m not sure I’d get as far as inside you before I came.”
Chrissie blinked as she assimilated his words. “You… oh.” Awareness dawned. “Well I guess it would mean you didn’t need to pull out.”
He shucked off his shirt and then stepped out of his trousers and underpants in one swift movement.
“As for that, darling, I’m not going to pull out. We’re married, remember?”
He stepped over his clothes. “You’re still dressed.”
“What? Oh lord, sorry, you distracted me.” Chrissie took off her underwear, wondered why she didn’t feel embarrassed, and spread her arms wide. “Is this where I say, okay then, take me I’m yours?”
“Definitely.” Archie climbed onto the bed and knelt over her. “Now let’s see if I can remember where we left off.” His finger slid into her again and he bent his head to kiss and tease her nipple. Chrissie clutched his hair and tugged gently. Longer than it should really be, the curls were perfect to grab and use to keep his head where she wanted it.
He nipped and laved each breast in turn as he increased the pressure of his fingers inside her. Never mind him not being able to hold on, Chrissie wasn’t sure she could. She began to pant and Archie lifted his head.
“Time now, I think.” Before she had time to think about what he meant, he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with the tip of his cock.
Harder and larger than she thought possible for one brief moment, Chrissie wondered if all those books and pamphlets had lied and in fact a cock never filled a woman and everything happened by osmosis or something. Then he nudged inside another inch and to her delight she opened for him.
It was almost enough to make her swoon, except if she did she’d miss what happened next.
“More?” she suggested, in what she hoped was a sultry voice and didn’t sound like she’d been on fifty fags a day.
“Much more, love, much more.” He thrust hard and smothered her scream with his lips. “Shh, that’s it, no more nasty pain. All gone now you’ll see.” He kissed her again. “Only good pain I promise. Look.” Somehow he managed to caress her breast and kiss her lips at the same time.
Was he an octopus? Chrissie swore she felt him touch her everywhere at once. Then he moved deeper inside her. “Put your legs around my waist, love.”
God almighty is he getting even bigger? I’ll burst. He’ll burst and we’ll be on the front page of The Telegraph and…ohh …. Nooo… no I won’t but I will…. She wrapped her legs around him as if her life depended on it. Well in some ways it did.
Archie began a swift thrust and withdraw. Without realizing what she was doing, Chrissie met his stroke for stroke. He caressed one hard nipple. Greatly daring she lifted one of her hands from the sheet she’d gripped and touched his tiny nipple. He groaned and his irises dilated even more.
“Shit Chrissie.” He reached between them and pinched her clitoris. “Come for me now, or lord I’ll beat you to it.” For… now…!” He roared the last word.
Chrissie’s body and mind responded to the order immediately and a strange new sensation spread through her. A hitherto unknown pulse throbbed between her legs. The hairs on her arms stood on end and the sheen of her perspiration-covered skin slicked over Archie’s body and set up a slight abrasive friction that made her groan in delight.
She tightened her muscles inside her—who know you could do that? Chrissie made her body relax and then tried it again. It still worked.
Archie groaned again.
“Now.” He began to shudder and Chrissie closed her eyes, succumbed to the thunder in her ears and the thrumming of her body and slid into the abyss.
She had no idea how long it was before she opened her eyes again and looked at Archie slumped over her. He was heavy.
Almost as if he felt her regard he lifted his head.
“I have no words to explain how amazing that was, love. Take it from me though, it was worth waiting for. I love you, Chrissie, now and forever.”
She grinned as his fingers walked over her neck and down to her breast. “Oh yes and to you too. What happens next?”
Inside her—lord he was still inside her—his cock stirred.
Archie laughed. “What happens next? Now let us see.”
She saw.
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