by Glint, Chloe
"Well, I wrote her a response to her last letter." Kale paused. "Would you like to read it?"
A man's letters were private. The fact that he was sharing them with her meant he trusted her. It was like the two of them had their own secret world.
"Yes, I would love to read it," she said.
He handed her a piece of manila parchment filled with his elegant handwriting.
To my dearest mother,
Be rest assured that I am not angry in the least with you. Though I still find myself outraged with Father's betrayal, I have discovered something important. In his deceit, Father has done me a great favor. My wife is very close to my heart. We have not been married long, but every day I am with her, she manages to make my affection for her grow. Not only is she beautiful, but she's affectionate, smart, forgiving, and kind. I do not think it was Father's intention to give me a woman who is the perfect wife, but he did. I am happy here with Camille. I would love for you to visit so that we may speak further .
With love,
Sir Kale of York
She had to re-read the letter over and over again in order to grasp what had been said. "Not only is she beautiful, but she's affectionate, smart, forgiving, and kind." The words made her so happy that she almost wept. She didn't think that she was the perfect wife, but the fact Kale had said as much made her happy beyond words.
"Well?" Kale kept his eyes on her, likely gaging her reaction.
She wished she had words as elegant as Kale's in order to respond. Instead her mind became blissfully blank. She kissed her husband on the lips again, but this time, she was neither gentle nor tentative. Their teeth clacked together but she did not care. All she wanted was to be as close to her husband as possible.
After the kiss was finished, he pulled her into his arms. She pressed her lips against his again and enjoyed his sweet flavor. His tongue darted into her mouth. Within seconds, she felt her sex throbbed and longed for more. It was not his kissing that had caused such an arousal, though. It was what he had written. Kale had not just stimulated her physically, but mentally and emotionally as well. She didn't think it was possible to yearn to be close to another person this much. She pulled away and ran her fingers down the side of her husband's face.
"Kale, can we go to our bedroom?" she whispered.
Before she could blush or stammer, Kale nodded. She clambered off of his lap and Kale stood. Never had she seen her husband walk so fast as he led her down the hallway and then up the stairs. When her spouse led her into the darkness of their bedroom, he had barely shut the door before her lips found his. He tangled his fingers in her hair and groaned against her mouth. The two of them walked, still kissing, toward the bed. When they reached it, she pulled at the laces in the front of her dress. Her husband helped pull the upper layer of her gown over her head, revealing her underdress.
Though his fingers, trembling, were on the laces of her corset, she longed to kiss her husband again. She ran her lips over the day-old growth on his jaw. She sucked on his neck and tasted his sweet flesh. A low groan escaped her mouth and she whimpered in desperation. While she continued to service his skin with her lips, he managed to untie the lace of her corset. Finally, she could breathe properly again. Her husband dropped the corset to the ground. She pressed her body against him, then ran her fingernails along the flesh of his back. He groaned and then laid her onto the bed. He kneeled before her, bunching the cloth of her underdress around her hips.
He kissed his way up her legs and journeyed into the realm of her inner thighs. When he grew close enough to her sex, her stomach tingled and she let out a gasp of pleasure. She tangled her fingers in his hair, wanting to urge him closer to her second lips already soaking with her juices. When he finally buried his head inside of her cunt again, she was so shocked that she sucked in air and threw back her head in surprise. His tongue darted into her, teasing the sensitive cleft that caused intense, overwhelming pleasure to make her vision swirl. He kissed downward and traced her dripping hole. He thrust his tongue into her sex several times, teasing her, before he pulled out. Grinning, he looked up into her eyes, sweat dripping down his forehead. She licked her lips, wishing he hadn't stopped.
He stood and lay beside her on the bed. She re-situated herself so he could be comfortably beside her. He reached out and cupped her cheek. With adoring eyes, he leaned down and pressed his lips against her own. He inserted his tongue into her mouth and explored her. She groaned and responded by rubbing her tongue against his own. As the two of them kissed, her husband placed his hand on her heaving chest and placed his hand on top of her bosom. He massaged her right nipple, which swiftly rose to meet him through the sheer fabric of her underdress.
Kale pulled away. She, smiling shyly, unbuttoned her husband's jacket and slid it off of his shoulders. After pressing a warm kiss against her spouse's neck, she pulled off his silk white shirt and tossed it to the side. She ran her fingers down her husband's chest. Even though it was pale, she loved it. A forest of dark brown hairs curled over his pecks. He had a well-muscled stomach that was hard to the touch. She ran her fingers down all the way until she reached the laces of her husband's trousers. Though she was nervous, she untied them. Because she was shaking, she fumbled and her husband pushed her hands away. He untied the strings instead and pulled the trousers down his legs.
This was the most naked she had ever seen a man. His hard shaft, bigger than she expected, made a tent of his undergarments. She, still quaking, reached out and pulled the underwear down her husband's legs. She had lowered the undergarments naught but a few tugs before his cock sprung out in all its glory. Her mouth dropped open in shock and she was certain her eyes bulged from her head. The shaft was long and veiny. Two balls covered in a layer of pubic hair sat at the base. She finished pulling off her husband's clothes, but she never took her eyes off of the strange, tall rod. Kale chuckled and her cheeks burned.
"I now feel honored," her husband said. "I have never seen a person look at anything with such an awed expression."
"I didn't know what it looked like," she muttered. "My apologies."
"Don't apologize." He flushed and paused a moment. "Do you want to know what it feels like?"
Though even hearing the offer made her cheeks burn further, she bit her bottom lip and nodded. Her husband reached out and grabbed her hand, then he guided her to his cock. When her fingers first brushed it, she was surprised by how warm his skin was. She wrapped her digits around his base at his prompting and heard him groan. With more confidence, she ran her fingers up his skin and was surprised that the skin on his shaft was normal. With how fast it hardened, she had almost expected it to be made of stone. But that would be impossible, you ridiculous girl, she chided herself.
Biting her bottom lip, she continued her journey up to his cock's head and was surprised that his top looked and felt like a downy mushroom. When she traced his tip, her finger became covered with a small drop of something warm and wet. Her eyes widened. She looked up at her husband's face to make sure that she was doing everything correct, but she must have been because his eyes were squeezed shut and he breathed in shallow gasps. She smiled and traced the bottom of his cock with her index finger. Just as she reached his base, her husband opened his eyes and placed his hand on hers.
"Do it like this." Kale tightened his grip on her hand and forced it up and down in a pumping motion.
"That hard?" she asked. "Doesn't it hurt you?"
"No." He paused and draped his hand over his face. "I mean, don't break it, but you don't have to be that gentle either."
She bit her bottom lip. I didn't think there were so many new things to learn. With renewed determination, she pumped up and down as he had showed her. Friction caused her hand to grow hot. She watched her husband's face as time passed, noting how his mouth gaped in pleasure. Beads of sweat formed on his chest.
"Faster," her husband whispered.
With a nervous nod, she pumped faster.
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Never before had somebody wrapped their hand around his shaft. Kale hadn't known how pleasurable it was to have Camille pumping at his rod again and again. Every time her warm hand increased pressure, a grunt escaped his lips. At first, he had been embarrassed at his reaction, but not anymore. It felt good to have his wife with him like this.
As his wife continued to pull at him, he knew he was going to erupt. He gripped the bedding and squeezed his eyes shut tight. Knowing his wife's innocence, she probably didn't understand exactly what happened when he finished. As his orgasm loomed closer, he opened his eyes and watched her. Her mouth was thin in concentration. She was trying so hard to please him. He didn't know whether it was looking at his wife which finally caused his end to come, but he did not care. As his balls pulsed, he rolled to his side and doused the sheets with white cream. He squeezed his eyes shut as his orgasm made his head go gloriously blank.
After he was finished, he panted, needing a moment to recover. This was way more intense than any of the times he had finished by himself. He couldn't even imagine what it would be like when he was inside of his wife. If it's any more incredible than this, it may just kill me. He whimpered, licked his lips and tasted salt, then rolled back over. He saw that his wife gazed down at him in concern.
"Are you alright?" She cocked her head.
"Yes," he whispered. "Thank you. That felt really good."
"Really?" Her timid frown turned into a radiant smile. "I'm so glad. I felt like I should have known more."
"You did just fine." He hesitated. "Now I want to return the favor. D, do you have anything that makes you feel good?"
"How so?" Her eyes were so wide he was shocked her eyebrows didn't disappear into her hairline.
He sat up and nudged her with his elbow. "You have to have done some things by yourself. Something that you know makes you feel good."
She hung her head and didn't respond.
"Camille?" He nudged her again. Her shyness was staring to make him feel embarrassed too.
"It's embarrassing," she whispered.
"No, it isn't." He reached out and touched her face. "It's just the two of us now. Me and you. I'm your husband, so there isn't anything to be ashamed of."
Though she bit her bottom lip, she tilted her head up and nodded at him. "When I was by myself, I would something go inside myself with my fingers. That felt pleasurable. Is that what you meant?"
"With your fingers?" he asked. The thought of Camille pleasuring herself with her digits made him feel hot again. "Like I did to you before when you got nervous?"
"Yes." She swallowed. "This time, I swear I'll be alright."
"Then I'll do that," he said. "If it doesn't feel good, you tell me."
"Alright." She swallowed.
Because he could tell his wife was still nervous, he tucked a strand of dark brown hair behind her ear. He leaned forward and pressed a warm kiss to her lips. As he let out a sigh, he gathered the bottom of her underdress in his hands and lifted it up. She lifted her arms and he removed her clothes. After he'd tossed the dress aside, it was just him and his wife. There was no barrier between them. The thought had him breathless.
He swallowed then reached out and traced a line down his wife's chest. When he reached her bosoms, he tweaked her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He bowed his head and kissed the swelling of her breasts. He trailed down until he reached her nipple, then he sucked the swollen bud into his mouth and suckled upon it. Her skin tasted sweet and the groan she made was harmony to his ears. With a grin he looked up and made eye contact with the woman. She gazed back at him, a little flushed but still smiling. He kissed the tip of her nipple lovingly again, then he nibbled his way down her breasts, journeying lower until he reached her sex.
When he first reached her sex, he pressed his lips against it. After running his tongue through the flaps of her second lips one last time, he pressed his finger against her hole and released a breath. She will love this, he told himself. At least, she had last time before she got nervous. Swallowing, he inserted his finger inside of her. Her muscles clamped down on his finger. Inside of her second lips, it was also hot and wet. He moved his finger around, wondering if it was really bringing her pleasure. When she let out a throaty, desperate groan above him, he realized that it actually was.
"Move your finger around faster," she whimpered.
He moved his finger in and out, trying to get used to the heat of her insides and the sound his finger made. As he watched his digit being eaten by her second lips again and again, he gazed down at the cleft at the tip of her cunt that she had squirmed when he'd licked. Using his free hand, he traced the top of the cleft. A loud cry burst from his wife's lips. He gazed into her face, certain he'd hurt her. It took him one look to realize quite the opposite.
His wife's fingers were knitted into the blankets and her back was arched as she accepted him into her cunt. Low, desperate gasps burst from her mouth as she widened her legs, willing him to go deeper. She whimpered, "Oh, God! Oh, heavens!" and knew that he was doing his job as a husband. He'd never heard her say the Lord's name in any way except worship before. As she let out a desperate gasp and squirmed, he thrust his finger into her one last time.
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Having Kale inside of her even just with his finger sent Camille to heaven. When he teased the sensitive cleft, her eyes rolled back into her head and all thoughts disappeared from her mind. All she knew was pleasure and hot friction. She longed to beg her husband to never stop. She lifted her hips, desperate to have him push into her even harder. Beads of sweat formed on her heaving chest.
The urge to come grew stronger and stronger. She was on the edge of a great cliff and was about to be catapulted over the side of it. She spread her legs wider and further, desperate. As Kale thrust into her one last time, she arched her back and pleasure so overwhelming it made her cry out again overcame her. Euphoric pleasure started in her loins and traveled all the way through her entire body.
Her husband removed his finger from her, then lay at her side. As she stared at the ceiling, panting, sweating, and a little embarrassed, he gathered her in his arms and kissed her forehead. She buried her face in his chest and sighed.
Chapter Sixteen
The day his mother was to visit, Kale awoke with a smile on his face. But it was not because he was going to see his parent. It was because of the woman who lay next to him; the woman who had stolen all of the blankets and was wrapped up in a massive cocoon of silk. He smiled at her sleeping form, then planted a kiss on her forehead. She groaned his name in her sleep. The thought that she was possibly dreaming about him had his heart beating faster.
He lay back and stared at the canopy, smiling. Had he really thought that having Camille as a wife could be a bad thing? She was the sweetest, funniest creature he had ever met. The day she gave birth to his children would be one of immense happiness. He realized that he had grown to care greatly for his wife. Perhaps he even loved her.
The realization surprised him so much that he sucked in air. He gazed down at his sleeping spouse again and was overwhelmed by the immense feelings of warmth in his chest. A smile played across his lips. Yes, perhaps his affections had grown far bigger than he had expected. He just needed to find the proper time to tell the woman his feelings. He doubted that speaking of them on the morning she was to meet his mother would be the best time. Likely her head was turning enough.
Though not enough that she was losing sleep over it.
He clambered out of the bed. He dressed quietly and went down to the dining room. The smell of roasting lamb and rosemary wafted out from beneath the door. The staff was preparing a great luncheon feast in preparation of his mother. Even though it was early morning, the scents were delicious enough that his stomach rumbled hungrily. He could go into the kitchen if it suited him, but he thought the cook was likely discombobulated enough. He took a seat at the table and waited.
After a few minutes had gone by, Mr. Kent came out of the kitche
n with a silver dish overflowing with glistening strawberry marmalade.
"You should have announced your presence." Mr. Kent lowered the dish of marmalade to the table. "I would have brought you your breakfast."
"It doesn't matter." Kale shrugged, smiling at his hands. "I am perfectly capable of waiting."
Mr. Kent cocked his head. "Seem to me that you have been in a good mood as of late. The married life appears to suit you."
"Yes, it does." He nodded, pleased by the other man's observation.
The door to the kitchen burst open and a small, mousy woman carrying toast burst into the room. "Mr. Kent, what should we do about…Oh! I'm sorry, sir. I did not know you were here."
The maid bowed at the hip nervously, trembling.
"The two of us were just talking, Margaret." Mr. Kent crossed his arms. "You can ask me what you needed to."
Instead of responding, the maid glanced at Kale wearily. "The two of you were talking? What about?"
Mr. Kent's good demeanor disappeared. His eyes narrowed. "That isn't your concern."
Blushing furiously, Margaret bowed again and disappeared into the kitchen. He heard a chorus of female voices. What is going on with Mr. Kent this morning? Kale thought.
"What was that about?" he asked. "It is unlike you to be so harsh with the maids."
Mr. Kent's face drained of color. "You would not like the answer to such a query, good sir."
"Tell it to me anyway," he said, even as his stomach sunk.
"There are rumors." Mr. Kent swallowed and his adam's apple bobbed. "The maids have always been one for idle chatter. They think your wife and I have some sort of relationship between us. I am doing my best to dispel the rumors, though, so don't you worry."
His face grew cold. Suddenly, he remembered the day his wife had been in the library in her robe and had come to the room with cheeks aflame. The thought that others had spoken about his wife and Mr. Kent made his stomach pinch with jealousy. If he wasn't a Christian man, he would have taken the Lord's name in vain.