An Unsuitable Match

by Glint, Chloe

  But even for her, his slowness was too much. She blew out a sigh and hung her head all the way until she reached the bedroom. When she went inside, she threw herself face-first onto the bed and groaned into the pillows. She may have been an innocent virgin, but she wished for more progression than this. Even her dreams had begun to grow so erotic that she oftentimes awoke dripping with sweat.

  There must be something to spur our relationship along further. She straightened up and rolled so she was on her back. Something that will get his mind off of my sister, if that's where his thoughts are. Arguments bounced back and forth in her head. She loved Kale's kisses, but she wanted more. Yet was she bold enough to try something like she was thinking, something like…

  Waiting for her husband under the covers in the nude instead of in her normal white nightgown.

  She pulled at the hem of her dress and looked beneath it, staring at her bulging olive breasts. Face flushed, she prodded her own bosom. She thought of her mother and her sister. The two of them, so beautiful, had men crawling all over them. Yet she could not even get her own husband to want to undress her. Her sister was too innocent to form a plan like this, but her mother just might. But do you want to be like her? a small voice said in her head. She fought down her misgivings and blew out a sigh. She could do this. It was the wifely choice. It was her job to please her husband.

  You're such a liar, said a quiet voice. You're doing this to please yourself. The thought had her frustrated enough to spit, but she ignored it and went into the hallway. She needed to find a maid to help her out of her cursed corset. A mousy maid was wandering the second floor.

  "Excuse me," Camille said.

  "Yes, Milady." The maid appeared startled, as if she'd never been formally addressed before.

  "I need your assistance." She bit her bottom lip. "Follow me back to my room, please."

  "Yes, Milady." Though that was the maid's answer, the woman appeared frightened, as if Camille had asked her to wrangle dragons.

  Camille led the maid back to her room. She wished she had her old servants back. She was accustomed to them helping her with her clothes.

  "I need help untying my corset," Camille said.

  "Yes, Ma'am," the maid said, as if she knew no other words.

  Awkwardly, she lifted her arms. The maid repeatedly groaned as she tugged at the corset. Am I going to have to cut the thing off? The thought had her grinding her teeth. Finally, though, the maid managed to release her from her prison. Her breasts spilled free from their confines and she was able to breathe freely again. She stared down at the corset, wishing that she could light the contraption on fire. No woman should ever be forced to trap their body inside such a thing. But that was what men wanted.

  "Thank you so much for your help." Camille turned around, gripping blushingly at her underdress. "I appreciate it very much."

  "It's alright, Ma'am." The maid curtseyed at her. "Is that all you needed?"

  "Yes." Or heaven help me, Kale might be finished with supper and up here by the time the maid is finished.

  The maid curtseyed again and left the room. Camille awkwardly fumbled with her underdress and pulled it over her head. Her nudity made her feel uncomfortable. Her breasts were not quite big enough. Her rosy nipples looked like nubs on a flat chest. Her hips were small and her rear even smaller. The cool air made her shiver as she sat down on the bed, wondering if this was the most awful idea she had ever had in order to arouse her husband. It might have been better to let things go at a slow pace. It was what she had wanted, after all. She'd wanted it slow. But not unmoving, said the same defiant inner voice. She girded her loins in anticipation as she looked down at the dark triangle of pubic hair curling around her sex. This was not so hard, she decided. If she could handle finding out that her own husband didn't want her, then she could handle sitting naked upon the bed for a few minutes. She sighed as she tried to convince herself of that.

  ****

  Kale wolfed down the last few bits of his dinner and then stood up. Camille had been acting peculiar, and he didn't know why. Perhaps it was because he was not being attentive to her needs. He had no idea what a woman wanted or truly needed. It wasn't like he had had a model example when it came to his father. The though had his jaw tense. When he went upstairs, he was going to have a solid talk with his bride. If she had a problem, then the two of them could handle it together. He wasn't going to allow anything to come between them so early.

  Determined, he left the kitchen and headed up a flight of stairs to his room. A blushing maid with a horse-like face passed by him. He ignored her and headed toward his bedroom. When he opened the door, he was surprised to discover that the room was dark. Normally, his wife preferred to sit up in the light and stare out the window.

  "Camille, are you—ugh."

  Kale froze when he saw a nude figure curled up on the bed. A single candle sat on the bedside table, illuminating golden skin. The light revealed her full head of dark hair. He could see the auburn in her eyes. He looked beyond her dark head of hair and stared at her body instead. Her breasts were small but perfectly shaped. He'd never touched them with her clothes off—he was afraid of going too far, too fast—but they looked like they would be the perfect handful. Her slim stomach led down to a valley of hair. A low groan escaped his lips when his shaft hardened at once. How was he supposed to remain calm when he saw this? He was inexperienced, but he was not a saint.

  "W, what are you doing?" Kale stuttered.

  Her eyes widened in hurt. She hurriedly reached for the blankets to cover herself.

  "Was this wrong?" Her voice was a nervous squeak. "I don't know…I just thought…I just wanted you to…"

  When he realized that his wife had not been lying on the bed due to innocence, he relaxed a little. At least the girl didn't foolishly think her body had no effect on a man.

  "You did this on purpose?" he asked. "You were waiting for me?"

  Her cheeks reddened. She puckered her lips.

  "I am your wife, and I just wanted to please you." She held his gaze, despite her obvious shyness. "May I speak boldly?"

  "Woman, you are sitting on the bed with no clothes on." He swallowed at the thought. "You are beyond the point of asking if you may be bold."

  "I was hoping that we could progress further in the ways of man and wife," she said. "What we have been doing has been nice, but I was hoping we would move further forward."

  "Are you saying tonight you wish to do the deed?" He scrambled, trying to recall any words his father had spoken about how to be a good husband. He'd always guarded his ears when his father spoke of being with a woman, but now he wished he hadn't.

  "Not exactly." His wife finally looked at him again, staring him straight in the eye. "But could we not progress further and get to know each other a little?"

  Judging by how she sat in the nude, he realized when she said, "Get to know each other," she meant, "Get to know each other's bodies." The thought made him swallow, but his shaft reacted in her favor. He nodded, though his heart thundered in panic in his chest.

  "Good." A nervous smile crossed Camille's face. "I'm sorry I scared you. I shouldn't have been so bold. I just wanted to bring you pleasure."

  "You did!" Kale said quickly. "You just surprised me, that's all. Like I said, I'm horribly inexperienced."

  "Maybe after tonight, you won't be." Her voice had a serious edge to it that gave him the shivers. His wife truly was being forthright tonight. What had gotten into her?

  When Camille dropped the blankets and revealed her body once more, he swallowed hard. He went to the bed and sat at her side. He'd seen his wife naked a few times when she changed, but she normally had her back to him. He, with a quivering yet eager hand, reached out and touched his wife's shoulder. She smiled at him, then leaned forward and kissed the side of his mouth. When she pulled back, blushing furiously, he realized that she had intended to kiss his lips but had missed due to her nerves. The fact she was just as anxious as he soothed
some of his fears. If he continued the way he was, though, he and his wife would never consummate their bond. He had to be brave and be a man, even if he still had little experience.

  He ran his fingers over her collar bone and neck, then kissed his wife hard. She gasped in surprise and opened her mouth for him. When his tongue darted inside, she melted against him. He could feel everything—her nipples brushing his chest, her fingers tangling in his hair, her bare hip brushing his waist. His shaking hand traveled downward until he grasped her warm breast. It was better than he had imagined. The breast was soft and smooth to the touch. When he reached her nipple, it hardened into a nub beneath his fingers. He massaged her breasts, loving her softness. To his immense relief, his wife appeared to enjoy the act too, because she groaned beneath his touch and squirmed. He grabbed her nipple between his index and middle finger in response, rubbing it hard. A low groan escaped her lips.

  When Kale stopped touching his wife, he pulled back and gazed into her eyes. They melted him. He wanted to crawl inside of her and stay there. Their marriage may have started out badly, but at this moment, there was no one else he would rather be with. He reached out and stroked her warm cheek. Her lips parted and she turned her head into his touch. His fingers shook again because of his nerves, but his rod pressed against his trousers eagerly. His bride must have noticed this, because her eyes darted toward his crotch. He was glad she did not appear to feel shame because of his body's reaction. She reached up and fondled his first button.

  "May I?" she asked.

  "You can do whatever you want with me," Kale whispered. His voice had a husky tone that he had never heard before. "I'm your husband now."

  She nodded nervously. Slowly, she undid his first button, then did the same to the remaining seven. Once she had his jacket undone, she pushed it off of his shoulders. She then unbuttoned his undershirt, then slid her fingers beneath the hem. Her fingers were warm against his cool skin. When she pulled the shirt off, a shiver of pleasure went through him that had nothing to do with the coolness of the room. Normally, he hated his pale chest that would have been visible even during the darkest of nights, but his wife gazed at his white skin as though it was beautiful. She ran her lips tenderly over his shoulder and continued her journey all the way down until she met the dark patch of hair just above his trousers. With his lecherous mind, he thought she would undo them and continue lower, but she pulled away. Though he was disappointed, he realized that she was too virginal to be so rushed.

  With the two of them shirtless, being together was a new experience. He could tell by Camille's nervous expression she was feeling just as vulnerable as he was. When he smiled at his bride, though, she smiled back. He reached out, cupped her cheek, and then pressed his lips against her own. Her lips were hot and tasted sweet, like melted chocolate. Slowly he eased his wife to the bed and then lay on top of her. Her breasts nudging his own bare torso gave him the chills. Yet nothing could compare to when his shaft nudged her soft woman's lips. He squeezed his eyes shut in order to get his bearings straight. He'd never imagined such sudden and fierce longing in his entire life. Some of the fears he had about not knowing what to do when the time came ebbed away. It wasn't something he had to learn how to do. His body knew what was going to happen already. Maybe not tonight, but eventually. A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead and onto the pillow.

  He kissed his wife again and felt her heat. After pulling away, he kissed down her neck, her collar bone, and then down to the swelling of her breasts. He kissed around her nipple and stared at the delicate rosebud. He licked the hardened nub of her breast, then sucked the nipple into his mouth and rolled it between his teeth. Her skin tasted as sweet as milk. If her breast tasted this good, he could scarcely imagine what would happen when he reached her most forbidden place.

  Shivering from want and pleasure, he pulled away from his wife's breast and gazed into her face again. Her eyes were large but eager. He knew he had her permission even without asking. With a smile, he broke her gaze and then kissed down her flat stomach. When he drew closer to his bride's delicate second lips, she lifted her hips and let out a small whimper. He reached her forbidden place and ran his fingertips over her delicate sex. Her lips were moist and hot to the touch. Even from just the slight fondling, his fingers were sticky with her clear fluids. He longed to bury his face in her, though some of the anxiety had returned. Yet if he asked his wife for permission, he wasn't even sure how he would phrase the question. "Dearest, may I kiss you in your most sacred place?" It sounded horrid, even in his own head.

  Instead he girded himself and just did it. He buried his face into her warm, damp second lips and tasted her for the first time. Her sex tasted tangy and surprisingly sweet. He wasn't sure what he'd expected—in fact, he'd thought of it very little before—but he hadn't predicted he'd enjoy the flavor the way he did. He shut his eyes and his tongue darted inside of her. The way she squirmed below him was better than the taste itself.

  ****

  The first time Kale's tongue darted inside of her, she let out a gasp of shock. She'd never even dreamed of a man doing this to her, but it was surprisingly good. She found herself grasping the bedspread between her fingers as beads of sweat trickled down his skin. Her husband's tongues lapped at her lips, gentle at first but growing more demanding as she reacted. At first, he plunged only into her hole, his tongue a mini-cock plunging into her body again and again. As she grew dizzy and her head spun, he changed positions. As he explored the rest of her cunt with his tongue, her stomach sunk with disappointment.

  Until he found the sensitive place between her lips a lick or two away from her hole. The instant pleasure that caused her body to jolt was shocking. She didn't mean to, but she could not control herself and pushed her husband's face further into her second lips. She removed her hand at once, morbidly embarrassed. Instead of being angry, her husband chuckled against her body. Even the gentle vibrations of his laugh made her squirm. She wondered how something so simple could make her juices flow so much. She was so wet between her legs that she felt as though she had been oiled. It was a sensation she would have to get used to.

  Kale drew back from her second lips and gazed at her. When the two of them locked eyes, she found herself growing more excited than she had been before, though she did not understand why because nothing had changed. With their eyes still locked, he gently ran his fingers around the outside of her hole. He teased her but did not plunge inside with his digit. She wanted him in there, even if she felt like she was being naughty.

  "Please," she begged.

  "Please, what?" Kale looked up from her sobbing pussy.

  "Please put your finger inside of me." Her cheeks grew hot after saying the words, but she still meant them.

  "Are you certain?" Kale probed her with his eyes.

  "Unless you'd rather not…" She sat up, feeling ridiculous now.

  "No, I want to." Kale ran his hand soothingly over her thigh. "Of course I do. I just didn't know if it was something I could do."

  Still flustered from her own daring, she settled back down again, her legs spread. Since Kale had stopped touching her, she felt ridiculous instead of erotic. All those nasty, embarrassed feelings went away, though, when her husband went back to tracing her hole again with his fingers. He hesitated at first, then gently pushed the digit inside of her.

  At first, she felt uncomfortable tightness. His nail brushed up against her insides, making her lips pucker. When Kale moved his finger in and out of her, though, her vision spun. All feelings that this was wrong evaporated. This was not wrong, she realized. This was very right. Having his fingers inside of her, pushing in and out, was pleasurable. She wondered how something that felt so good now could morph into something as scary as Mary had said. "It hurts. It hurts badly and I wish to never do it again." The thought of the girl's words made her freeze. She stiffened and Kale removed his dripping finger from her hole at once.

  "Is everything alright?" Kale's face grew paler.


  "Yes." She hung her head. "Continue."

  "Your body got stiff all of the sudden," he said. "Your muscles clamped on my finger. I don't know if we should continue."

  "But what about you?" She felt her stomach sink in disappointment. Why had she had to think about Mary at that moment?

  "I will be alright." Kale looked down at his aroused cock, which formed a tent in his pants. He gulped. "Or perhaps I should go to the toilet and calm down."

  "Are you sure you don't want me to…to…" She wasn't sure what she could do to help.

  "I'll be fine." Kale scrambled from the bed. "I'll be back in a moment."

  ****

  After Kale sat in the bathroom for a long time thinking of things that disgusted him—liver, his father, flies—his erection finally faded and he was calmer. At least, in body, anyway. Why did she suddenly freeze like that? It had been more than the way her body had suddenly grown tense. It was the expression on her face, as if she was horrified. He wondered if he'd hurt her. The thought made his stomach churn. He'd been trying to pleasure her, not frighten or hurt her. The thought that his incompetence had done something wrong made him want to punch the wall.

  He growled and stood up, his lips pursed. He'd have to talk to her about it. Apologize, probably. It was the right thing to do. He left the bathroom and headed to his bedroom. Upon opening the door, he saw that his wife was curled up, still nude, with her back to him. He knew she was not sleeping because she wasn't snoring.

  Frowning, he headed over to her and pressed his hand against her bare shoulder blade. She turned around and met his eyes. He could tell that she was upset because her lips were puckered and her face was pale. She didn't appear to be the type of women to cry often, but she wore her feelings on her face.

  "I'm so sorry I hurt you." He hung his head in shame. "I won't do it again."

  Her mouth dropped open and she sat up quickly. "You didn't hurt me. It felt pleasurable."

  "If that was the case, then why did you stiffen the way you did?" he asked.