by Glint, Chloe
Finally, Gabrielle stepped back and looked her up and down. "Sister, you look…"
She raised an eyebrow. Now her sister was appearing surprised too. What was the matter with everybody? Was her makeup smeared? Was her hair in disarray? She ran her hand over her silky bun and noted all was in place.
"You look glorious," her sister finally said.
"Do I?" She looked down at herself. It was one thing for her husband to say it, but it was another thing for her family to stare at her as if they had never quite seen her before.
"Yes." Gabrielle beamed. "I'm envious. Look at you. You look positively radiant."
After Kale gave her a knowing look, he nudged her with his elbow. Her parents walked over. Her father pulled her into his arms and held her close. He smelled of the same cologne she remembered. It tickled her nose and reminded her of home.
"I'm so glad you're well," her father so, his voice gruff. Was he actually crying?
When her father released her, her mother stepped in for an embrace before she could see if the man truly wept. Her mother squeezed her harder than necessary and whispered, "I'm proud of you."
The words didn't warm her much, but her husband's touch did.
"Let's show these two to their room," her father said. "I'm sure they're freezing."
"The cook made a special holiday pudding for us. We'll have it as soon as you get settled." Her mother waved her forward. "A spot of tea would likely do you some good too."
She smiled and followed her parents inside.
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That evening, Kale sat at the table with Camille. Her parents were already in bed. Gabrielle sat across from them, sipping wine and growing pinker and pinker by the mouthful. Strangely enough, the flame he'd once held for his wife's sister was all gone. He could look at the girl without his heart pounding or his palms growing sweaty. In fact—though he'd never tell Camille this because she loved her sister so—he found the girl a little annoying with her constant tales of all the men she'd hoodwinked into giving her gifts. He reached out and grabbed his wife's hand, then pressed it to his lips. She gave him a warm, loving stare that made him yearn to go to their room so they could spend some private time together.
"The two of you are adorable." There was a touch of envy in Gabrielle's voice. "I'm glad. While you were away, Mary came back with her husband. She was in a positively dreadful state. The man had a half a dozen mistresses and stayed out at bars until the morning hours. Father had a talk with him."
"I've met someone like that." Namely, my father.
"Mmm-hmmm." Gabrielle leaned forward after throwing a cautious glance over her shoulder as if somebody could have snuck in. "I hear it's because Mary refuses to do her wifely duties."
Kale wasn't sure what to say or even to think. Was he supposed to enjoy hearing gossip? Somebody else's marriage wasn't his business.
"Gabrielle, I don't think you should listen to such talk." Camille gave her a stern look. "Who knows what's really going on behind closed doors? Somebody started a rumor that I was a harlot that got me into a great deal of trouble."
"What? You?" The color drained from Gabrielle's face. "I didn't mean anything by it, Sister. We used to exchange stories like this all the time."
"Oh, I know," Camille said, obviously trying to repair damage. "I just meant to be careful, that's all."
"Right." Gabrielle swallowed. "Well, I won't speak of it any more. I just meant that their marriage is completely different than yours."
Camille grinned at him and kissed his cheek. The place where she'd kissed remained warm. "It matters who you marry. Marriage is a wonderful, glorious thing when done right. I have my best friend at my side always."
Gabrielle's mouth fell open. Kale had to fight down the urge to chuckle.
"Is that so?" Gabrielle swallowed. "So Mary was wrong about certain matters, was she?"
"Very." She traced the back of his hand. "If she hadn't been, many more women would be in a nunnery."
Gabrielle's grew silent and stared at the wall.
Chapter Twenty-Six
That night, Camille sat in bed in her nightgown, watching Kale undress. His body was thin but toned, a glorious masculine specimen. Even seeing him shirtless was enough to make her blood rush. He reached for his pajama top, but the last thing she wanted was for him to cover his glorious body.
"I wouldn't bother with that, if I were you." She tried not to smirk or giggle. It wouldn't fit the mood. "I'll just have it off again within moments."
Kale turned around, a knowing grin on his face. "Is that so? Then I shall not put it on."
She straightened in bed. Her husband sat down beside her and reached out to touch her cheek. His fingers were warm. When he leaned forward to kiss her, she met him halfway. She didn't hesitate to push her tongue into his mouth. She enjoyed the flavor of wine upon his lips and the silky warmth of his tongue. As he kissed her, he massaged her breasts, making them tingle. She groaned against his mouth and ran her fingernails down his back. He squirmed beneath her touch and eased her down onto the bed. When he lay on top of her, his shaft nudged against her inner thigh. Her sex pulsed eagerly. She was desperate for more and tangled her fingers in his hair.
Already panting, Kale ran his hand down her side and pulled up her leg at the knee. He pressed his rod against her swollen sex, making her feel him through his trousers. As he thrust against her, teasing her and showing her what was to come, she cupped his rear and pushed herself against him to build friction. She shut her eyes and arched her back, eager to feel his touch more and more. A shaky breath escaped her lips. She wanted to scream her husband's name, but alas, they were not home and she didn't want to wake up her family. To contain herself, she bit her bottom lip. Her husband chuckled and pressed his lips against hers again. She tasted him once more. Just as his teasing caused a volcanic orgasm to form in her belly, she buried her fingernails into his skin. He stopped at once, making her groan in disappointment. He loved to tease her, now that he knew her well enough to do so. She enjoyed it, even during times like this when she wanted to beg him to finish her off.
As Kale smirked down at her, he seized the bottom of her nightgown and eased it over her head. She was now comfortable being naked. The way he stared at her, as if she was a great goddess, made her heart beat faster. She loved him and wanted him to touch her as much as possible. She felt no shame at her olive skin or her sharp ridges. When he smoothed his hand over her breast, she gasped for air and arched her back into his touch. He leaned downward and sucked her nipple into his mouth, then ran his tongue over her aroused bud. She gasped for air as pleasure crashed over her in waves. Her sex pulsed again, eager to finish. She was already wet between her legs.
After Kale nipped the aroused tip of her nipple, she groaned. He kissed his way to the hollow between her breasts. When he reached her stomach, her skin was covered in goosebumps from the pleasure of his touch. He reached out and grabbed her hand and held it as he trailed lower and lower. When he made it to the damp valley between her thighs, she sighed in ecstasy and squeezed her eyes shut. He didn't hesitate to bury his finger in her all while playing with the cleft at the top of her second lips. She was so aroused a desperate gasp of pleasure burst from her mouth. She reached down and tangled her fingers in the blankets at her thighs. She moaned and spread her legs wider, then let out a frantic whimper of desire. As she grew closer and closer to coming yet again, she raised her hips to meet her husband's hand only to be painfully disappointed once more when he pulled out.
"Please," she called desperately. "Continue. Don't stop."
"I have more plans for you." He playfully kissed her hip and nipped the skin.
She shivered as her husband kissed her way up her body all the way until he reached her face. He kissed her lips and his tongue darted into her mouth. As he baited her, he snuck his hand between her thighs again and gently played with her second lips, making her squirm against him. When he pulled back, appearing way too cocky for her own liking, she
thought, If he wants to play games, then games we shall play. She reached down and untied the knot of his trousers.
After she had the laced untied, she pushed her husband over and straddled him. She pecked his lips once lovingly, then kissed her way down until she reached his pelvis. Just as she made it to the unfastened laces of Kale's trousers, the man shuddered beneath her and bit his bottom lip. It was the reaction she'd hoped for. She seized the sides of her husband's pants and hauled both that and his undergarments down his legs. She threw them off of the bed and then kissed her way up her husband's long, muscular legs. Her husband gazed down at her, beads of sweat on his forehead with an eager glow in his eye. His mouth hung half open.
She tightened her hand around the base of his hard, veiny shaft and ran her fingers from base to tip. His cock's head was swollen and purple. After a small amount of pre-come dampened her digits, she grinned and leaned over his body. She took his rod in her mouth and tasted salt. Her husband whimpered beneath her, squirming. The urgency in his voice was enough to cause her to act. She bobbed her head over his shaft, enjoying having so much power over the man she had married.
****
Heat enveloped Kale's cock as he squeezed his eyes shut and draped his arm over his face. Camille's hot, damp cave over his aroused shaft was enough to make him dizzy. He reached out and tangled his fingers in his wife's hair. Finally, he opened his eyes. When he saw the woman devour his cock again and again, he almost exploded. Pleasure built in his balls as he tried to control the mounting orgasm.
But this wasn't how he wanted to finish. He wanted to finish inside of her. It was hard to remind himself of that, though, when every breath his wife took on his shaft sent waves of pleasure running up and down his spine. I can control it, he told himself. I am a man. I can. Yet the now rising urge to come said otherwise. He sat up and his wife stopped drinking from him. He was painfully disappointed. His cock ached and throbbed, yearning to conquer its mission. Gasping for air, he grasped his saliva slicked rod.
His wife climbed along the bed toward him and lay at his side. She placed her hand on his stomach and ran her fingers along his skin. Her touch gave him the chills. He turned toward her, picked up her hand, and placed it on his cheek. He kissed her palm and then held it in his hand as he tried to recover enough to think straight. This wily woman was enough to break him.
"Are you alright?" Camille whispered.
He turned his gaze toward her and grinned. "Am I alright? Naturally, I am. I am better than just alright."
Leaning downward, he kissed her lips, then her forehead. He tucked a strand of chestnut hair behind her ear.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"Always." She spread her legs, showing just how ready she was.
After grinning again, he kissed her lips hard and then rolled on top of his wife. He felt her damp second lips against his rod and shivered. His balls throbbed in eagerness. He remembered the first time they'd slept together and was embarrassed for himself. He'd barely been able to find his wife's hole. It was a wonder he managed to figure it out. After shivering and shaking his head to clear it, he put his cock's head into his wife's second lips and then shifted. The first time they'd made love his wife's body had been so tight he couldn't even get in, but after months and months of being together, she accepted him easily. She shivered in pleasure and arched her back so he could go in deeper. He pulled her legs so her ankles were on his shoulders and he was looking directly into his wife's face. It felt so good being inside her, so good being able to be together with her. He let out a shaky sigh.
"For heaven's sake, hurry," Camille cried.
He let out a groan and thrust for the first time. She squirmed and squeezed her eyes shut. At first he slowly pounded into her, his balls slapping against her rear. He could hear every sound as he went in and out of her. Eagerly, he looked down, watching as his cock disappeared and reappeared repeatedly, shimmering with his wife's juices. When he looked up to seek his wife's face, he saw her eyes were still squeezed shut. He wanted to see her eyes and be closer to her.
"Sweetheart," he said, "look at me."
She opened her eyes.
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Her sex's desperate desire to come was soon to be answered. When she looked into her husband's face, her whole body warmed, not just her loins. She could not believe that once upon a time she had found lying with her husband to be painful. His cock going inside her again and again caused budding pleasure to build each time. She loved every second of it, including knowing the man she cared for above all else was one with her. She gasped at the thought.
At her exhale, her husband picked up speed and thrust into her faster. The increased friction caused her insides to burn with passion. Kale leaned over her, wanting to be closer, making her legs to bend. Her muscles stretched to accommodate his position. With every thrust, he pushed in deeper, taking her completely. His panting was harsh and ragged.
I'm going to come, she thought, as her orgasm loomed yet again. She shut her eyes and let out a wild cry as the fiery force of her orgasm tore through her. She saw white and could think of nothing else but her husband's thrusting. After the massive wave of pleasure finally passed, she opened her eyes and gazed straight into his face. His thrusts were growing shallower. He was going to come soon too. And she was so glad he was going to come into her.
****
As his wife finished, her sex grew wetter and slicker. Her face was covered in a sheen of sweat as she gazed up into his eyes. He thrust as hard as he could, knowing that his own orgasm was to come soon. His shaft burned and pleasure built in his balls. He leaned forward a little more and let out one last fast thrust.
His body tensed as he came, filling up his wife. He rode her through the orgasm as pleasure racked his whole body and his balls pulsed. He shut his eyes and moaned. He dug his fingers into his wife's thighs as he shook. He had an orgasm so strong it took him a moment to recover. He could hardly think. He shuddered and flopped sideways onto the bed, sweat drenching his torso. He stared up at the canopy, still panting, as his wife settled down next to him and buried her face into his chest.
"Thank you," he whispered, tangling his fingers in her hair.
"For what?" She kissed the middle of his heaving chest. "I should be thanking you."
He propped himself on his elbow and kissed her lips. "Thank you for making me a better man. I am so glad you're my wife."
She smiled. "I'm glad you're my husband."
His wife curled up against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her closer. He could think of no better place for a man to be.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
The next morning, Camille awoke early because of her husband's snoring. She sat up, blinking tiredness from her eyes, and gazed down at her husband who lay spread-eagle. She grimaced as he let out a giant, grizzly snore. There was no chance of falling back asleep. She clambered out of bed. It was chilly so she grabbed a robe. She could have put on a dress, but unlike at her home, no male butlers wandered around and she doubted her parents were awake. She doubted she needed to dress eloquently just for going downstairs to make herself a cup of tea. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and headed for the door.
When she entered the hallway, the floorboards creaked beneath her. As it was so early, the entire hall was shrouded in darkness. It was hard to see. She'd just made it to the stairs when she knocked her knee into her mother's decorative fine silver display. She grabbed her knee and held back an explicit as her limb burned. The sound she had made was loud enough it could have woken the whole house. She prayed it didn't. Her parents wouldn't like being roused so early. She shivered and padded quickly down the stairs and to the kitchen before she ran into something else.
She'd just finished setting a tea kettle on the stove when a shadow darkened the threshold. She jumped when she saw it and squeaked.
"Calm yourself, daughter." Her father stepped into the room. "It's just me."
"You frightened me." She pr
essed her hand against her chest.
"I apologize for that." Her father winced. "It wasn't my intention."
She let out a shaky sigh and nodded. As she gazed at the tea kettle, she hoped she'd prepared enough water for two.
"Did you hear me make a ruckus just now?" she asked. "I apologize. I wasn't used to the darkness and ran into Mother's display."
"That blasted thing is dangerous even in the light." Her father shook his head. "But that wasn't what woke me. I was already awake. I heard the noise and thought it might be you."
She'd always been clumsy. When she was little, she'd run into everything. Chair, walls, people.
"It's unusual for you to be awake at this hour." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Normally, I can hear you snoring even from my room. Now that I'm a married woman, I pity Mother. You're worse than Kale."
Her father squinted at her as if he'd never seen her before. "It is an odd phenomenon, seeing you married. I still remember when you were five years old and running around the house with a pillow case, pretending you could fly."
"Mother never did let me play with the pillowcase outside." She laughed. "She worried the other people in town might think I was involved with witchcraft."
"I think your mother was more concerned about her own reputation." Her father leaned back and sighed. "Though I must admit that I have my concerns about such things as well. But not about me or your mother's reputation. About your sister's."
She froze. The teapot whistled and she absentmindedly took it off the stove and poured hot water into cups. She didn't even put tea leaves in. What's the matter with my sister's reputation? The last time she had been home, everybody said her sister was the most beautiful girl in town.
"What's gone on since I was away, Father?" she asked. "Gabrielle has always been fine. She seems chipper enough."